Invisible- A Canada x Reader fic
((Author's Note! The protagonist (main character) in this is a 19 year old girl. Or should I say, you are. You're a 19 year old girl now, because I'm the author, and I can manipulate time and space (and age and gender) for my stories. It's in my contract. So yeah. I control your life, and you're going to enjoy it. On to the story!))
"Now ____, there's going to be a lot of important people here. You've got to conduct yourself in a very ladylike manner. Be polite, use your manners. Do you understand?" You simply nodded. You really didn't have a lot to say since your parents died and you had to move in with your cousin Roderich. All of this had happened so quickly; you were still trying to get used to the fact that you were a country. Your parents had hoped that Roderich might be able to teach you a thing or two about being a country until you could move to your own place. Now, he was taking you to your first World Conference, where you would meet all of the other people who were like you. To be honest, you were scared to death. What if the other countries would take advantage of you because you were so inexperienced? You held onto Roderich's arm for dear life as you entered the large hall. Miss Hungary put a hand on your shoulder for support, and you tried to muster a smile for her.
"Yo! Austria! Is this the newbie?" You cringed at the loud voice that had erupted from behind you. With a sigh of frustration, your cousin turned to face him.
"Yes, America, this is (Insert Country Name Here!). Say hello, ____." Wide-eyed, you look at the man that Roderich referred to as 'America', who was grinning from ear to ear. Timidly, you raise the arm not currently cutting off Austria's circulation and wave to him.
"She doesn't have a lot to say, huh?" America laughed.
"I'd say she doesn't. The poor girl is terrified, a bit confused, and I'd say she bloody well ought to be!" A new man had suddenly appeared beside America, and your grip on your cousin tightened, if that was even possible.
"Relax, ____." Hungary soothed.
"England, this is (Country Name). She'll be a permanent member of our World Conferences from now on. ____, this is America's brother England." England, huh? He had a gentle smile compared to his obnoxious brother, but you were still wary of him. The weirdoes were always the ones who looked the kindest.
"Not talking to my bro either, huh Miss (CN)?" You just stared back at him, terrified. You gasped as yet another man joined the circle.
"Ah, messieurs, Are we already beginning the race to form Alliances with the newest member of our group? Bonjour, mon amour." The blond lifted your free hand and pressed it to his lips, and he winked at you. You quickly drew your hand away, blushing deeply.
"Stay away from (CN), you damned frog!" England commanded.
"Yeah, France! We're not trying to form alliances yet! We just met her!" You cowered away from the arguing nations, and turned to Roderich, who held his face in his free hand.
"Roderich?" You whisper.
"I have to use the bathroom. May I be excused?" He nodded, and pointed the way to the restrooms. You pried your hand from where it had been clamped on Austria's arm, and watched him try to shake feeling into it as you walked away.
"That woman has a strong grip." He muttered.
The angry nations terrified you, and you had to get away. Really, all you wanted was a place to sit and reflect until the meeting started. You hurried through the crowd of nations, noticing all of them eyeing you as you walked past. You wondered if you would ever fit in with any of the groups scattered around the hall. Everyone was in a cluster. All except for you. You were wary of everyone's intentions, and scurried away from anyone who tried to spark a conversation. You desperately searched for a quiet spot, and eventually you saw one. One man was sitting all alone with his pet bear on his lap, reading a sports magazine with a hockey player on the front. You made your way over there and sat next to him, he glanced at you, but soon returned to his reading.
"Is this seat taken?" You whisper. He jumped, dropping his magazine and looking at you, stunned.
"Well, n-no! I mean… You can see me?" You nod.
"Of course." This man really reminded you of one of the countries that Roderich had introduced you to earlier. America, you think it was.
"Are you new here?" The boy asked quietly.
"Yes. I'm (CN), but I'm used to being called ____. I'm new to this whole country thing." The boy smiled.
"I'm Canada. Or Matthew, if you prefer." The little bear looked at the man.
"Who are you?" It asked.
"I'm Canada!" He said in frustration. You were about to say something else when America's voice came over the loudspeaker.
"Dudes and dudettes! The World Conference is about to begin! We've got a lot to discuss, so please take your seats around the table!"
To be continued…maybe. (See description)