Canada POV

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I wasn't looking forward to this world meeting. It wouldn't be anything special; it never was. I don't know why I even go to them anymore, no one would notice if I didn't show up.

That's what I thought.

Even so, I walked into the meeting room and looked around at the countries that were there. I saw Germany, of course Italy too, and... A strange looking man that I don't believe I have ever spoken to before. He was waving his arms about and screaming something at Germany. I decided to step forward and listen in. They wouldn't notice me anyways.

"-and I'm more awesome than you anyways!" the strange looking man exclaimed, overly enthusiastic voice bearing a German accent.

Germany looked unfazed at the declaration and continued writing objectives on the board, Italy swinging from his arm.

"Germany! Germany! Look at me!" The Italian giggled, but fell off of the larger man's arm, immediately whining about his elbow being scraped, this got Germany's attention. It always did. I wish someone was like that with me. With a huff, Germany tossed Italy over his shoulder and set off on a mission to find the Italian a band-aid.

Sure, these meetings weren't always fantastic, but they could be entertaining sometimes. Maybe that's why I continue to come to them.

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