Who? Chapter 1

My name is Canada.

Yes, Canada, as in the country. You think being the second biggest country in the world would make me noticeable, right? Wrong.

No one remembers my name, and not even my "Hero" of a brother, America, and romancer of a father, France, notice me. Occasionally America or Cuba would see through my invisibility and use me as a punching bag, intentional or not; and France would flirt and try to get me to do… stuff. Even though Britain is also my father, I don't think he ever actually knew I existed.

Yeah, being Canada isn't all flapjacks and maple syrup. It's a lonely life, being one of the greatest hockey countries. I thought I would have to float through the millennia unnoticed and unloved.

That is, until, a certain country wasn't affected by my natural invisibility cloak.

This country was Prussia.

That cocky, egotistical, son of a maple. And he managed breach through into my little world and get me all confused. Well, in order for you not to get confused, I suppose I should start at the beginning.

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It was another world meeting. I had no clue as to why I was there, again. Germany never acknowledged me, so I never got my chance to speak, and everyone thought the polar bear in my lap, Kumajiro, was floating. I sighed and my curl drooped.

America was talking about being the "Hero" with a mouth full of McDonald BigMac. Britain and France were arguing, throwing profanities and physical objects at each other. Italy was staring off into space saying, "Veeeee~!" Romano was cussing out Spain, who was trying to bribe a kiss out of him with tomatoes. Japan looked very uncomfortable with all the commotion and his personal space being violated by China and Korea who were also arguing (much less than Britain and France, mind you) "…originated in Korea." "No it didn't, aru!" Russia was being a total creep as usual, but somehow managing to cower away from his bipolar sister with stalker tendencies, Belarus. Hungary and Austria were looking at each other all lovey-dovey. Switzerland and Lichtenstein were sitting side-by-side, the latter staring at her 'big brother' with adoring eyes. Then there was Prussia.

I was puzzled as to why he was there. He wasn't even a country anymore! But, he was still part of Germany so… But that wasn't the weirdest part; Prussia was looking at me. Not looking through me, but at me. I glanced around real quick, making sure that he wasn't just looking at someone that had stumbled close to me. Nope, no one was near me.
When I looked back at him, he smiled. I jumped a little and faintly smiled back, blushing. The rest of the meeting went a bit like that; Prussia staring at me the whole time, myself usually finding my eyes staring back into his red ones, him flashing a toothy grin, and me shyly smiling back.

The meeting finally ended and I snuck out of the room unnoticed. Oh maple was I wrong to think that. I was about to climb into my car when I heard a voice with a German accent calling out to me.

"Hey! Canada, right?" he asked when he stopped next to me.

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled. First, this guy can see me, then he smiles at me, and now he knows my name?! What the hell?

"Um, listen. I was wondering… since bruder won't let me… and Italy-"

"Would you stop mumbling and spit it out already!?" I snapped at him.

"I could say the same about you." My eyes widened, he wasn't even fazed by my outburst.
"But, I was wondering if you could give the Awesome Me a lift to my place 'cause West is going somewhere with Italy and won't take me home," Prussia said.

"S-sure," I stuttered. "But can't you just ask France or Spain to give you a lift? Aren't you guys best friends?"

The albino man blushed. "Well, I would, but they already made plans…" he muttered and glanced away, as if he hadn't actually thought of them as alternatives. I ignored my hunch, though.

I sighed. "Fine, get in. Just don't touch anything, okay?"

I glanced over to him once we were situated in the car. "How do I get to your place?"

"Huh? Oh yeah! Of course you'd need directions! Uh… Lets' see…"

"Don't tell me you have no clue how you got here?" I pleaded.

"Yep! I slept while West drove! So, yeah. I have no clue how to get home. So not awesome of me," Prussia whispered the last part under his breath.

I grimaced at what I was about to say. "If you want, you can stay at my house and then call Germany from there and have him pick you up tomorrow." I tried to make myself as quiet as possible in hope that he wouldn't hear me. But my hopes were dashed.

"Kesesese my awesomeness has even captured timid little Canada!" Prussia exclaimed.

"Hey! I'm the second biggest country! I'm not small!" I protested weakly.

Prussia grinned sadistically, "So my awesomeness has captured you?" I turned to face him.

"No, it hasn't!"

"But you still think I'm awesome."

"No!"

"I think you do."

"No I don't!"

"Yes."

"No!"

Our faces had moved closer with each outburst and we were now only centimeters apart. My face was burning red from both embarrassment and anger and Prussia had a smirk plastered on his smug face. Neither of us moved for a while Then Prussia got really close, our noses brushing and lips almost touching. He smiled when he noticed I had no intention of being the first to move away.

"I'm not going to," he said as he moved away and sat back in the passenger seat.

I cleared my throat and buckled up. "So, my place it is."