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Chapter Three

“Did you do this to get noticed?” Russia whisper-asked half way through the meeting.

“Kind of,” Canada whispered back, just wishing someone would notice and make him stop. Russia was just curious, and despite how it annoyed him, Canada just couldn’t bring himself to tell him to stop talking to him and pay attention to the meeting. In all fairness, his hair and new tattoo was probably more interesting than what Germany was now going on about. What were they at now? Taxes?

It only took a couple seconds for Canada to realize that they had actually gotten onto a topic he cared about. Global Warming. Dang it! I should have been paying attention, he scolded himself, trying to catch up. Thank goodness Germany wrote down everyone’s answers.

“Create big superhero to get rid of it”... That’ll never work. “Reduce the number of cars on the road”...wait what? How? No... “Get a really big fan and cool the world down”.... That’s not going to even work. Plus it’s self contradictory. “Figure out a way to run most of, or all of, the appliances in the world on fuel that made by renewable resources.” Finally someone! Canada thought while reading through what the others had previously answered.

“Canada,” Germany asked, bringing him back into reality. “Do you have any other ideas?” Everyone turned and looked at him. You can do this Matthew. You wanted to be recognized, now’s your chance.

“Well, as mentioned earlier, we should definitely be figuring how to make energy and fuel, but in the mean time we should focus more on reducing pollution and saving what non renewable resources we have. For instance, encouraging more people to walk places, or ride bikes, or even carpool,” he said while glancing America, who was actually paying attention for once.

He talked for another minute or so on the subject before finishing. Russia backed up his ideas with a couple of his own, along with Britain who also added on to what Canada said with other ideas. So this is what it feels like to be noticed for once, he thought trying not smile.

Then just as they were wrapping up, something pushed past Canada’s leg and popped up behind him. “Hi everyone, I’m Sealand!”

There was a groan from Britain’s end of the table. “I have an idea that might just help you!”

“You’re not even a country, you little prick,” England snapped a bit, getting up out of his chair.

“But I can help!” Sealand protested as England picked him up by the back of the shirt and tossed him out into the hall. Just as the door closed again, there was someone banging and yelling at the other side of it.

Sitting back down, he muttered what sounded vaguely like an apology.

Acting as though there had been no interruption at all, Germany continued on with the meeting switching over to the next subject. And the rest of the meeting finished quite uneventfully.