The red and white decorations of Canada's home were..everywhere. The man himself sat happily at the head of the table, holding Kumajioru in his arms excitedly. The world meeting, held in his home! A chance to be noticed by the other nations!

The scent of maple syrup and wood wafted throughout his house, probably coming from the collection of bottles on his wall, and the wooden cottage in the middle of nowhere. Canada sat paitently at the old table, kicking his feet; waiting for the first guest!

"They'll be here soon.." Canada said quietly to the room, smiling.

"Who are you?" Kumajioru's voice responded, looking up at him

"I'm Canada..." The blonde responded, discouraged until he heard a knock at the door.