Hello again friends. I know I uploaded this One-shot thing two days ago, but I couldn't help myself. *Giggles* Anyway, enjoy what's in store for you!

All About: Canada

Hey, I'm Canada! Sadly, I'm not really known by many countries. They always seem to forget about me. I have a pet polar bear named Kumajirou, but I can't really remember. He, too, forgets who I am. I've learned to deal with the struggle of being 'invisible' to the other countries, but sometimes I can't help but comment on some of the ideas being tossed around in meetings. Only then do other nations interact with me. Is it me? Am I too bland? Too colorless, even? I guess I'll just have to ask…

"Hello," I say into blank space. I'm early for the conference, of course, as always. I try to speak louder, to get my point across.

"HELLO," I say again. No, that's too demanding. I don't want to be mean-looking.

Suddenly America walks in and yells to himself, "YES! I beat EVERYONE here! Aren't I amazing?"

"Hello," I say once more. He doesn't notice, even if we are so much alike.

"HELLO!" I boom, letting all of my anger flow out into my words, and Kumajirou winces in my arms.

"Whoa, who are you?" America asks, "Only countries allowed, dude!"

"Who am I? I am Canada. I am located right above you! I'm always first at these meetings, but no one EVER NOTICES!" I yell, getting very ill-tempered.

"Cool down, bro. Chillax, k? It's not that big of a deal. Just try this hamburger and forget about it!" America laughs, sliding a greasy 'hamburger' towards me on wax paper. I make a disgusted face in horror. Eat that garbage?

"That's why more than 40% of your population are obese, America! Besides, I've been 'in the dark' for long enough!" I exclaim, shoving the food back to the country.

"Suit yourself, Canada," He scoffs, and stuffs the food in his mouth. Disgusting.

I sigh and notice England starting to walk in. "Hello!" I say, not as loud as last time, and he looks over to me.

"Pardon me, but only countries allowed," England says, sitting down in his chair.

"I am a country; tell him, America, aren't I?" I ask, and America looks at me in confusion.

"Have we met before? I don't recall…" America asks, scratching his head.

"We just did, you bimbo! I can't believe you! I'm Canada!" I yell.

"Canada, huh? I don't remember meeting you…" England says smoothly, and I can't help it anymore.

"I'M CANADA-LOCATED RIGHT ABOVE AMERICA! For some strange reason, no one notices me! No one!" I cry, but it has no affect on the idiots.

"Who did you say you were again?" America wonders. I cool down- I'm very aggravated. I guess there's no hope for me…

Yes, short, I know. Sorry about that. Also sorry for not keeping Canada in character, but you know, the story wouldn't be the same without him right? Tell me if I should keep doing 'All About' or try something new by reviewing. I checked story status today and I was like: Holy cow! That is amazing: 42 visitors! I love all of you, readers! Any suggestions for Fan Fictions? My friend gave me an idea for a Hunger Games story. Thank you again! *claps*