Hetalia: Hello World

Why Me?

Canada's POV:

All of the other countries agreed to the number between one and ten bet being fair.

"Okay, all of you," China began, "whoever gets closest to or the exact number I'm thinking of will be the one who has to wake America up. Now, can I have your numbers?"

Everyone announced their numbers, and once they were done, they all turned to me.

"Huh?" I said blankly.

"Are you going to pick a number Canada?" China asked, seeming annoyed.

Oh, now they see me, huh? I thought.

"Um, four." I said, smiling.

"It was four." China said sympathetically.

All of a sudden, I froze, and my head went light. Waking America up, sucked.

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I made my way up the stairs, turning back at the seated countries, they all stared back, with sympathy written on they're faces— well, accept Russia, who had a smile on his face. Like always. I puffed my chest, and continued up the stairs.

I reached the top, and walked nervously down the hall. Eventually, I found myself at the door with an American flag on it. I trembled like a little kid, and hesitated to put my hand on the doorknob. Luckily, I was able to force myself to grasp the knob, and slowly turn it. I quietly opened the door, to the mess that is America's room. It had clothes everywhere, old food in random places, and lots of random stuff. I walked through the mess, past a pile of PlayBoy magazines, and something soggy that I stepped in. I didn't even bother to look at what it was. I didn't want to know.

I got to his bed, where he was sleeping flat on his face, and snoring like a pig. I tapped his shoulder lightly.

"America?" My voice came out soft and trembly.

"America... wake up, it's Canada, theres pancakes down stairs and I thought you might want so-"

My wake up call was interrupted by a foot crashing into my gut. The blow winded me. So I literally could not breath at all. I leaned on the wall with my hand to my chest, trying to catch my breath again.

When I looked back up, America was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Oh hey brosky, sup?" He said, reaching for his glasses.

"You just kicked me in the stomac!" I managed to say.

"Oh, sorry Canadia." America said.

"It's... CANADA!"