Hetalia Oneshots

Canada - Loud and Soft

Note: C/N is your country name.

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For some reason, everyone seemed to ignore Canada during meetings.

You found this quite odd, especially when he was very literally there, a solid corporeal entity, not transparent at all. You observed that whenever he'd open his mouth to speak, someone else would interject and talk over him as if he didn't exist. 

And then you'd see him droop his head sadly and not talk for the rest of the meeting.

This is very strange. You thought. Very strange. How are they not able to see or hear him?

You decided to confront Canada as soon as you could. This had been going on ever since you got to join the world meetings as a country yourself. 

Another meeting was called, and when you entered the conference room, you looked for Canada. He was pitifully sitting at the back with a whole row of empty chairs next to him, and you immediately went up to him.

"Is this seat taken?" you asked with a smile, pointing to the seat next to him.

He stared at you with wide eyes for a moment and then looked behind him, wondering if you really were addressing him. 

"I'm talking to you, Mr. Canada." you chuckled, "Is the seat next to you taken?"

"N-No! It's not!" he sputtered quietly, "You can sit." 

"Thank you." you smiled and sat down, keeping your bag and files on the chair next to you.

Poor Canada's mind was going on overdrive, wondering how anyone had noticed him, let alone a woman, and not just that, she even wanted to sit with him!

"Would you like a toffee?" you asked, holding out a handful of them in your palm, "I accidentally brought a little too many." 

He saw that they were maple syrup toffees and wondered if it was a coincidence. He took one, "Thank you."

"Just one? Why not have one more?" 

"Thank you, but I'm sorry. I can't afford to ruin my teeth, so I'll only have one." 

You grinned, "You have amazing self-control."

"Thank you..." he replied shyly. 

The meeting soon started, and the United States of America was having a roll call. 

"I don't see Canada here." he said, looking around, "Canada! If you're here, shout 'America is the coolest!' "

Canada raised his hand slowly and said in the loudest voice he could muster (which was very soft), "A-America is the-"

You, seeing that he wasn't loud enough, whipped your hand and his hand upwards and said in your loudest voice (which was very loud), "Canada is right here next to me!"

America turned his head towards you and grinned, "Thanks, C/N! I see him!" 

You let out a sigh and then turned to Canada with a smile, "Well, wasn't that easy?"

He stared at you with wide eyes again. You turned forward to face the presentation that was now coming up on the board from the projector. 

The meeting went on, but Canada was not able to concentrate at all. He couldn't get out of his mind the fact that someone noticed him. 

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You didn't see Canada a long while after that meeting, and you wondered how he was doing.

As you rolled on your bed, you cursed yourself for not asking him for his contact number or at least his e-mail.