Disclaimer:

Me: Just say it

Canada: ... do I really have to say it?

Me: Duh. This is MY fic so you have to do as I say

Canada: ... she doesn't own Hetalia because if she did, Justin Bieber would make an appearance in the show. That will never happen Kayla, everyone hates him... you hate him...*mutters* even me

Me: B) You don't know...

Canada: oh god nO

Me: NEVER SAY NEVER

They met because of a tomato. A single tomato made their friendship flourish into something amazing.

You see, people don't think Canada and South Italy wouldn't get along. But Matthew Williams and Lovino Vargas have a couple things in common, and who says opposites can attract friends? They met because of their similarities, interests, past…

And a tomato.

Thank this holy vegetable.

You shall witness the start best friendship ever, right now...

Canada softly sighed, and clutched onto his bear tightly. It got annoying sometimes, how no one noticed him. Sure sometimes they did (because they thought he was America). But mostly, he was left alone, or mistaken for his energetic brother, America. He tapped his fingers on the table at the meeting in irritation, hoping the meeting will end soon.

"-And that's why America - the bloody wanker - should not be in charge of our plans." England sat down on his chair and folded his hands neatly on the table. "That's all I have to say." The other nations agreed with him while America sighed childishly, sinking back into his chair.

"You made a good point England," Germany started. Canada looked up and wondered, 'What happened while I was dozing off?' "America shouldn't be in charge of the fireworks this year. He does a great job, but he does his job too well."

"Hey! Last year's party was great!" America whined, kicking the table and pounding his fists furiously. Thought the actions were adorable, the nations were not amused. China growled.

"You set a giant firework off and it burned almost all my hair – aru~" China complained.

"Da~ Remember America when you made a firework explosion look like me with devil horns?" Russia remembered, giving America a sweet - yet horrifying – look that sent chills down his spine. "That wasn't very nice, was it?"

"You tend to overdo the fireworks during our World Party," Germany claimed, pressing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. "I think we should delay the fireworks this year." America sighed in defeat, muttering how "uncool" the party will be without the fireworks.

Canada suddenly remembered what they were talking about. Once a year, they held a world party for all the countries to attend. The only reason Canada went was because it was mandatory. It wasn't very fun… (it didn't help the fact that either everyone ignored him or beat him up – thinking he was America)

The meeting ended (thankfully) and America reached towards Canada. He turned him around and gave him one of his bright smiles. "Hey man!"

"A-america!" Canada stuttered. "W-what are you doing, eh?" He was slightly confused that America remembered him, but he had a warm feeling in his stomach. Finally, someone remembered him.

"I kinda forgot my wallet at home and I have this craving for McDonald's lately," Canada felt emotionally drained. "I need to borrow some money. Sorry for being such a douche, but can I borrow a couple bucks! I swear I'll pay you back later,"

'That's what you said last week' Canada thought bitterly. This was not the first time America wasn't intentionally being a douche. He was just a hungry American.

He smiled fakely. "Sure America. Let me grab a couple bills from my wallet," he was too sweet. His tone was too sugar-coated. Canada took a couple twenty bills from his wallet and gave them to America. America beamed in excitement.

"Oh sweet! Thanks uh – Canadia!" Canada sighed as he ran away to the nearest McDonald's.

He held his bear Kumajiro's hand and walked through the meeting doors. Canada thought to himself, why does everyone ignore him? Push him around, shove him away, it's like… he doesn't even exist to people.

He felt like he didn't exist either.

Just as he was about to step on the rug in the hallway, he saw a tomato rolling into his direction. Canada looked at the vegetable puzzled. He raised an eyebrow, picked up the tomato and dusted it off. His bear next to him, spoke;

"What's that?"

"A tomato," Canada answered. He held the tomato in his hand, wondering where it came from.

Then someone crashed into him. They collided with each other and fell to the ground – with Canada on the right side and the person on the left – rubbing their sore backs in pain. Kumajiro was standing next to a mini table, watching he scene.

"Ah shit!" The person cursed. Canada looked up (or down, the person was pretty small) and saw who it was;

Romano. South Italy.

Romano is known for being his cursing and attitude. He's like that sassy gay friend… only sassier. Much sassier. Actually not even sassy, he's just plain rude/classy (don't ask me). For some reason no one calls him Italy, despite him being the oldest and southern half.

Ignored because of his own brother. That's something Canada can relate to.

"U-uh sorry!" Canada quickly apologized. It was his fault he had bumped into him. He wasn't looking at him rushing down the hallway.

His fault, his fault, his fault. The words repeated in his head.

"HEY- huh?" Romano stopped yelling when he saw the tomato clutched in Canada's hand. "Oh… that's mine… give it."

"Sure!" He spoke rather fast like he was in a hurry, quickly placing the tomato in Romano's 'care'.

Romano held the tomato close to him and cuddled it like it was his own child. "Oh great tomato! I'll never leave you ever again." He seemed to have forgotten Canada was there.

Canada sighed and stood up. He muttered a "you're welcome" before heading out the hallway with his bear. Romano stopped cuddling the tomato in his arms and remembered the man who gave it to him. He looked up and his facial expression curled up into confusion.

He's familiar! Who is that guy?

Romano stood up and yelled "HEY BASTARDO!" Canada cringed and turned around, and his bear looked at them cluelessly. "Hey uh – thanks for bringing back my tomato. That stupid Spain knocked it out of my hands and I didn't have any snacks today so-" he stopped talking when he saw Canada frozen. "… what? Can't speak?" Ouch. That came out harsher than intended.

"Oh! Um, I can speak."

"Look uh, we'll talk soon, okay? You're… America's brother right?" He asked. Romano saw that Canada bared a striking resemblance to the other nation.

"Yes! My name is Canada," He answered back, trying to answer with confidence. He even straightened his back. When he wasn't slouching, he was "5'9.5. Poor Romano, who was "5'2… poor Romano…

"Aren't you the second largest country in the world or something?" Romano questioned, then shook his head. "Ugh, Spain probably rubbed off his talking skills onto me or something. That sentence was so lame. Ciao bastard!" And Romano walked off.

Canada thought that Romano was going to forget him the next day. Everyone did. But what he didn't know was Romano always remembered people who gave back his tomatoes in one piece...

Except Spain. Fuck him.

Romano was the first person in the last two hundred years to remember Canada, Matthew Williams.

All because of a tomato.

Ello.

Please R&R! There is more to come! :D I have ideas for these two... the future of this fic is going to be hilarious or dramatic probs. CIAO PEOPLE!