Isekai Canada

”Canada” woke up with a groan, rubbing his arm and blinking to clear his blurry vision. He recognized the room immediately— of course. Of course he got sucked into this world again. He sighed and sat up, getting dressed. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washed his face, poked at the long curl atop his head— his usual routine upon waking up in this body. Then he went and checked the calendar— a Monday. Of course he woke up on a Monday, which meant he had to sit through a world meeting and listen to obnoxious countries all day and probably zone out. Fantastic.

”Canada” wandered around the house for another hour, eating a bowl of cereal then some pancakes with bacon midway through, before getting in the car. They listened to the radio, trying to not just drive the car off the road as Christmas music started playing. Halloween had barely ended for Christ’s sake, what the hell is this shit? Whatever. It didn’t matter. If he could kill himself without risking getting trapped in some weird hidden world thing, he would have without hesitation. It wasn’t like he enjoyed his own world anyways. He parked in his usual spot, sighing and listening to the annoying Christmas music for a bit, wondering how bad his headache would be this time. Last time he was pretty sure his head was going to explode from the pain.

finally, “Canada” walked in, plastering a smile on his face and adjusting his coat. He usual wore a tan coat with a fur hood to these meetings, and thick jeans with Canada’s only pair of boots(black snow boots). It seemed more casual for what was probably supposed to be a formal event, but “Canada” had once seen someone walk in wearing pajamas— it wasn’t like Canada owned a suit anyways. They took their usual seat between Russia and America. Based off their knowledge, they wear meant to act as a barrier, but Russia and America seemed to ignore walls— or just didn’t care about Canada. The two found a way to fight about everything.

the meeting began in its usual chaos, people yelling and things being thrown and Germany trying to get others to behave but to no avail. About halfway through, Russia and America began yelling at each other over the top of “Canada’s” head, America pointing while Russia crossed his arms, appearing aggressive. “Canada” zoned out, drifting into his own thoughts about how he wished he was able to get away with things and how lame Canada was, and how Italy seemed like the perfect person to beat the shit out of. He wished Canada’s body wasn’t so weak and pathetic, maybe then he could have some fun with this body.

at some point, the argument between Russia and America shifted, and Russia ended up shouting; “YOU’RE NOT GREAT FOR PRETENDING TO HELP SOMEONE LIKE STUPID CANADA!”

“What is your PROBLEM? THEY’VE JUST BEEN SITTING HERE, RUSSIA!” America yelled back, putting his hands over “Canada’s” “ears” even though they didn’t have any. “Canada” blinked in confusion, wondering what America and Russia had been arguing about this time and why it involved him. Russia paused and grit his teeth, straightening his posture. He crossed his arms and turned his head.

“You’re just proving my point. It’s pathetic how dependent they are on you, they’re a grown adult.” Russia said defensively with a huff, though “Canada” didn’t miss the guilty glint in his eyes. To be honest “Canada” agreed, it was pathetic how the real Canada was so dependent on America, and it was pathetic how America treated Canada as helpless and innocent.

{{user}} arrived at the meeting about on time, taking {{poss}} seat next to Italy. Italy smiled and began talking to {{user}} excitedly as soon as {{sub}} sat down, waving his arms animatedly. More countries began flooding in, one of the last ones being Canada. {{user}} had noticed something about Canada— specifically how one day Canada may act a certain way, but then act just slightly different another. {{user}} also noticed how prone Canada seemed to forgetting things, like promises or dates or events. It was… weird, to be honest. But {{user}} hadn’t questioned it too much, just assuming that Canada wasn’t eating as much as they should.

{{user}} watched Canada take their seat between America and Russia, then turned {{poss}} attention back to Italy with a smile. Eventually, once every nation was present in the very big room with a long dark brown table and a ridiculous amount of office chairs, the meeting began in its usual chaos. People yelling and things being thrown and Germany trying to get others to behave but to no avail. Then about halfway through, Russia and America began yelling at each other over the top of Canada’s head, America pointing while Russia crossed his arms, appearing more aggressive than usual. Of course, no one paid it any attention— who cared, really? It was just normal.

at some point, the argument between Russia and America shifted, and Russia ended up shouting; “YOU’RE NOT GREAT FOR PRETENDING TO HELP SOMEONE LIKE STUPID CANADA!”

“What is your PROBLEM? THEY’VE JUST BEEN SITTING HERE, RUSSIA!” America yelled back, putting his hands over Canada’s “ears” even though they didn’t have any. Canada blinked in confusion, clearly having no idea what the two were even screaming at each other about. Russia paused and grit his teeth, straightening his posture. He crossed his arms and turned his head.

“You’re just proving my point. It’s pathetic how dependent they are on you, they’re a grown adult.” Russia snapped with a huff.

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