A/N: Wow... This has been sitting in my laptop collecting virtual dust and I decided to post it.
That and I just freaking love CuCan and it just doesn't get as much love as it should.
Also, the African nations don't get much love from anyone (myself included), though I do always wonder about that poor continent. And, the candy that Argentina is eating is my absolute favourite are made by Arcor.

Really, had Canada known he would have ended up in the utility closet on the third floor of a government building after quite an intense World Summit meeting he would have probably stayed home that morning. But, that would have been very rude, considering he was the host country this time around.

So after sucking up his disinterest of the meeting (it's not like he was expecting it to be any different from any of the rest of them) and downing two cups of coffee with extra maple, Canada made his way out of his house and to the town hall, only to return home just minutes later, apologizing profusely to Kumabura for forgetting him once again.

He was returned with a, "who?" and all was forgiven.

Canada was the first nation person to arrive at the meeting room. Germany was right behind him a few moments later, though. Prompt as ever.

Soon, more nations trickled in and the room filled quickly with mindless chatter about Euro-Vision and debt crisis talk.

As the host, Canada tried to start the meeting off by welcoming the visiting nations, but was easily ignored what with his uncanny ability to be invisible to ninety-nine percent of the population, family included. So after a good ten minutes of trying to get the attention of the nations, Canada gave up and waited for Germany to take roll like always.

And like always, every nation turned their attention to Germany as he read off names with that deep, gruff voice of his.

Canada took the time to glance around at everyone as they answered.

Argentina was eating some candy he had brought with him, happy with just that. Belgium was taking a quick cat nap before the meeting and Estonia was preparing to take notes. Qatar and Russia were chatting adamantly about something he couldn't hear while America and England (or USA and the UK as they were known in the meetings) stared at each other with much repressed sexual tension.

After roll, German called for attention and the meeting proceeded.

Proceeded actually meant that the nations all started yelling at each other for various reasons.

Argentina still ate away his strawberry candies, though Belgium and the rest of Europe began bickering about the debt crisis and possible solutions. USA spewed menial nonsense about some kind of giant space robot that was supposed to solve all of the world's problems. Russia sat back, looking on at everyone with his dissuading smile plastered sweetly on his face. The African nations tried to get words into the fray, but were ultimately ignored, just like their host. But the voice heard loudest overall was Germany's.

He shouted, after letting the nation's argue for a bit, for attention again and the meeting went pretty well, with only a few more screaming matches and Russia only scared Latvia into having a minor heart attack this time.

By day's end, the nations were tired from their extended "concentration" at the "meeting" and were ready to hit the closest bar or just drop into their hotel beds.

It was when the nations began trickling out of the room that things really began happening.

It's was a blurry kind of quick, Canada thought.

First, he bumped into Italy who didn't notice and then he was bumped into by Cuba who apologized and then offered to go to lunch with him. But, Cuba led him down the hall in the opposite direction of the exit and Canada couldn't find it in himself to correct the error, instead he let his curiosity take over. And, like they say, curiosity killed the cat.

"I've been wanting to meet with you personally, Canada," Cuba said in that Caribbean accent of his. "If you don't mind, of course."

Canada shook his head. "Is there something wrong?"

"Nah. Not a political meeting, ya see." The heavily tanned man gave a dazzling smile and Canada nodded, though not really understanding.

With his arm still wrapped casually around Canada's shoulders, Cuba directed them to a door. Without thinking, Canada let himself be led in only to suddenly find himself in a tight space with one foot in a bucket and a scrub brush jammed in his rib cage.

"Cu-"

"Before I confuse you with that idiota." Cuba slapped a hand over Canada's mouth, then with his eyebrows furrowed he leant down and kissed him.

Canada made a sound of surprise but didn't fight back. He was confused. Cuba had said before he confuses him with his brother and then kissed him, so that must have meant he knew he was with Canada… right?

"I'm Ca-"

"Canada." Cuba nodded. He bit Canada's bottom lip predatorily.

"W-Why?"

Why'd I send ya ice cream and invite ya over to my country?" Cuba retorted. "I like ya and I wanted to spend time with ya."

The blond dusted his blazer off, removed his foot from the bucket and shoved the brush back further on the shelf. "Oh. I thought you…" He glanced at Cuba from under his bangs.

"I may sometimes mistake ya for America, but that's because you both look so much alike. I mean – What I mean is that all you blonds look the same. Er, that didn't sound right…"

Canada chuckled. "It's okay, I get it." He stepped closer to the brunette. "All you tropical guys look the same too."

Canada gave Cuba a playful swat to the chest, a light dusting of pink forming on his pale face, not used to acting as such.

Cuba leaned down again and carefully captured Canada's lips.

"I really have wanted to meet with ya, you know."

"Well, I applaud you on your destination. Supply closet, very original."

"So… Does that mean-"

Canada snagged Cuba's bottom lip and smirked.