Hello all! Neko here. Just so ya'll know, it's just going to be me writing this story. Kami can't find inspiration to write this one. I'll shut up and let you enjoy the story now.

"What do you mean you're missing? How can you be missing if-"

"England, for the fourth time, I'm Canada! Ca-na-da-!"

"…Who?"

Canada groaned and rubbed his temple with his free hand; the other held fast to his cell phone. This was getting him nowhere. "Do I have to explain this again?"

"No, no, I'm just… what do you mean America disappeared?"

"I don't know. Yesterday, he called me up to rant about that oil spill down in the gulf and how everyone was blaming him for everything. He said he wished everyone would get off his back and just trust him. I really didn't want to listen to much more, so I put the phone on speaker and washed some dishes that were piling up in my sink. But when I went back to talk to him, he wouldn't answer me back. Probably forgot about me again. But this morning, I felt bad about ignoring him, so I tried to call him. But he hasn't answered his phone all morning. Alfred always picks up his phone. So I called the president to see if he was busy or something, but the president hasn't seen him since yesterday. Then I thought maybe he came over to rant to you, but if you haven't seen him, I don't know where else to look. I'm kind of worried."

"…"

Canada's ear perked a bit as he listened to not only England's voice, but another voice on the other side of the phone. "England, is that America with you?"

"Get out of my ho-don't touch that!"

"England!"

"I'm in no bloody mood for your games. For the final ti-" A loud shriek pierced Canada's ear. He pulled the phone away from his now deaf ear and waited for the insults to stop on the other end.

"Hello~" a smooth voice called out on the other end. "I'm sorry, but Angleterre is busy at the moment. Can I take a-"

"France!"

"… America?"

Canada groaned. "France, it's-"

"Wait, I know that sound!" France chirped, a smile evident in his voice. Canada let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was getting somewhere! And someone remembered who he was without him having to tell them. This moment was going down in his journal.

France continued, "Were you two having phone sex again?"

And the moment was gone. Canada yelled out in frustration, which didn't really sound much over his normal voice, chucked his phone at the wall, cracking it in half in the process, and marched into his living room, plopping face first into his couch.

"Who?"

"Kimajori," Canada grumbled into the pillow. The bear hopped up on the couch, rooted his claws into the fabric of Canada's hoodie, and lay down. Canada sighed, trying to roll over so he wasn't smothered by the pillow under his face. Kumajiro let out a growl of protest as he was flipped off Canada's back and onto the floor. "Kukamaru, I'm in no mood for this today."

"Food."

Canada sighed, closing his eyes. "Not now. I just want some sleep."

Kumajiro pawed at Canada's sleeve. "Food!" Canada tossed his body to the right so his back was facing the bear. The bear growled and stumbled off to find its own food.

Even though he was tired, the Canadian couldn't keep his eyes closed. His thoughts kept drifting back to America, and how it was his entire fault he was ignored and mistaken for his brother. Even when America was missing, he was mistaken for him. The more Canada thought about it, the angrier he got.

"I wish everyone noticed me more, and forgot America instead. Heh, imagine how perfect my world would be without America."

"Perfect, you say?" a feminine voice called out, causing Canada to jump. He flipped his body over to stare at a girl wearing a silver dress holding a bouquet of white and red roses.

"Who are you?"

The girl cocked her head, causing a few strands of her blonde hair to flow in front of a white masquerade mask. She smiled and replied, "Aren't these roses a lovely color?" Her fingers brushed one of the petals. "My two favorite colors. Just like your flag."

"Hey! I'm talking to you." He replied, raising his voice.

"I heard you… Canada." She giggled, picking a red rose out of the bouquet and placing it in her hair. Canada's eyes widened.

"You know who I am?"

"Of course," she answered, shock in her voice. "I know everything about you. How could I not? You're such an important country. These nations don't deserve someone as wonderful as you."

Canada stared at her, not knowing what to say. "You still haven't told me who you are."

"Oh, you'll know soon enough," she replied, giggling again. Her smile plunged into a frown and she murmured, "I heard the way those other nations treated you on the phone."

Matthew felt his anger return. "Yeah, they- Hey, wait a minute. How long have you been-"

"Long enough," she replied. "Canada, I've come to help you."

"Help me? But I don't need any-"

"Oh, but you do. You just don't know it."

Canada was getting a bit tired of her interrupting him all the time. "You sound like one of those therapists England somehow manages to dodge every year."

"I can make them all notice you, forever. They'll never confuse you for America again. They'll call you, come to your birthday parties, swing by to say "hi" every once and a while, and much, much more."

Canada raised an eyebrow. "You can?"

The girl laughed rather loud, making Canada jump. "Oh, my dear, sweet, little Canada. Why else would I be standing before you?"

"Wait… no. This has to be a dream. I'm asleep on my couch. This is all a dre-." Canada squeaked as the girl appeared a few centimeters in front of his nose. The two of them were virtually the same height.

"Canada, this is no dream. I can assure you, it's quite real." Canada could feel her breath against his lips, causing his body to shudder. His indigo eyes locked onto her purple ones. "I can make it so this is a perfect world for you. Everything you ever wanted… everything you ever dreamed… will become yours."

"Everything…" Canada breathed, stepping back. "You can make all the nations recognize me, for me, and not America?" She nodded her head. He rubbed the back of his head, his mind soaring with possibilities. "Wait… there has to be a catch. Nothing comes for free."

The girl cackled again, making him fall backward onto the couch. "Oh, Canada, you're too cute. I'm doing this for you and only you. But… there is one thing I have to ask."

"I knew it."

"You have to sign this paper for me." She held up a long sheet of paper containing a contract. Canada took it from her hands, reading over every word in the first paragraph. The girl cleared her throat. "See. Everything I promised. Why read over it, if I'm not lying? Besides, every second you waste is less time to be seen as the great nation you really are."

Canada sighed, and shook his head. "This still looks too good to be true."

"You want proof?" She snapped. "Fine. I'll show you what I can do." She snapped her finger, a red spark lighting up. He held his breath for a few seconds.

"Nothing ha-"

"Shh! Your cell phone should ring soon."

"But I-" The cell phone Canada thought he broke earlier started ringing on the floor, now fixed. He held his breath and crept up to the electronic device. Pushing the on button, he held it up to his ear and answered, "H-hello?"

"Canada!" France's voice called out on the other end.

"France? You're calling me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? You are my boy after all."

My boy? "But, France, you abandoned me years ago."

"What? I could never leave you! Maybe fought England for you, but never abandon!"

"You… fought England for me?"

"You were there, remember? He wanted you, but I never gave up. You were my "village", and I wasn't about to give you up to him. I love you too much."

Canada took in a sharp breath, holding it and thinking over the situation. "France…"

"Yes?"

"I-" Before Canada could finish his sentence, the phone snapped in half in his hand. He watched the pieces crash to the floor and then turned his gaze to the girl. She grinned, shrugging her shoulders.

"Sorry, the magic doesn't last too long if you don't sign the contract."

Canada looked back at the remains of the phone on the floor. "All right, where do I sign?"

The girl's smile widened, if humanly possible. "That's my Canada. I knew you would be happier in your own perfect world."

He looked around, and then set the paper down on the table. "Hold on, I need a pen."

"Wait!" She spat and pulled out an old nib pen, with what looked to be red ink smudged on the tip. "Use this one. It will only work if you sign with this pen."

"Right," Canada replied, grabbing the pen from her fingers. He placed the paper on the desk and was about to write "C" when the girl slammed her hand on the table and yelled "NO!"

He jumped, his head snapping up to look at her face. "No?"

"You have to use your "real name". Not your country name. Or else it won't work." She hissed, her eyes almost glowing under the mask. Canada's eyes drifted back to the page, his mind screaming something was off. The pen hovered over the paper, ink dripping from the tip. A foul smell emerged from the ink into the air, making him scrunch up his nose in disgust. The girl lowered herself to his eye level. "You do remember your true name, don't you?"

"Of course," he replied, thinking back to how both France and England argued over his name. The memory brought a smile to his face. With a swift movement of the pen, Canada wrote his human name on the page. He stood up straight, admiring his penmanship on the page.

The girl smirked again. "Congratulations, Canada. I hope you enjoy your perfect world."

Canada's eyes widened as a white lights shot up from the page. The rays of light formed themselves into hands with long fingers, stretching to the ceiling. Canada cautiously took a few steps back, eyeing the light show in front of him. The red and white lights circled around his body, constricting around him like a snake. He yelled out in terror, fighting at the transparent attacker with no avail.

The girl clicked her tongue and purred, "Don't try to fight it. It will all be over soon." She reached up to take the mask off of her face, revealing her appearance. A casual red hoodie draped over her torso, and her blonde hair shortened to her chin. Her eyes shown a light purple color, and glasses morphed onto her face. She had turned into a carbon copy of Canada himself.

Canada fell backwards and stared up at the identical copy of himself. "Wh-what are you?"

"Oh, you have to know who I am by now," the copy replied. "I'm the personification of the nation Canada."

The last thing Canada remembered was the smirk his copy wore before his world went black.

To be continued…

Well… that ends the first chapter. I'm just crossing my fingers and hoping it's not too confusing. Tell me what you liked, what could've been better, or make a suggestion. I'm open to any feedback. ^o^

Oh, and those of you who don't get France's "village" comment should be slapped with a fish. -.- If you don't, go google "Canada" right now!

And another thing, for those of you waiting for "The hero and the Servant" to be updated, I must say I apologize, but several things have come up, and it's on hiatus. Sorry if you're at the edge of your seat.

… Does anyone even read these things? XDD