As usual, the World Meeting passes without so much as a peep in Canada's direction. She doesn't possess much presence during these sort of things, which isn't entirely bad as she can just listen in.

She listens to the others talk, America loudly boasting about her usual insane plans for world peace or something or other.

Then she watches them file out; the two of you remain.

She flounders for a moment when your eyes meet hers. "H-hello! Nice weather we're having today, eh?"

Awkward...