Canada hated school picture day. It was pointless that he would have to make an extra effort to look neat and well-presented for the photographs when no one would remember who he was when they finally saw the picture. "Who's that guy in the middle row?" he had heard people asking and when no one answered the question, he always felt an urge to run up to the person, grab them by the collar and shout, "THAT'S ME!! CANADA!! MY NAME IS CANADA!!"
But he couldn't do that. He'd rather be forgotten than be known as a jerk. America already gained this reputation, but it seemed that only Canada suffered for it. Sometimes, he wish he related to a different country. But only very quietly when he was alone. Only then.
Canada sighed as he sat on the side of the gymnasium, which was being used for school pictures that day. He had only been in three pictures that day: his class picture, his picture with the hockey team and a picture with America into which he had been reluctantly dragged into at the last minute.
"Alright," announced the photographer, his camera dangling around his neck, "We are now having the last photographs of the day, in which you can take a group photograph with your friends. But be quick; we will be finishing up in about ten minutes."
Canada became even more miserable. There was no way anyone was going to ask him to be part of a group photo; they could never remember who he was, much less remember to ask him. He could already see Italy dragging Germany and Japan over towards the photographer. This only seemed to reinstate the fact that Canada had no friends.
Canada allowed a tear to roll down his face, before wiping it away with the back of his hand. He wasn't going to let anyone see him cry; he knew that with his bad luck, America would be the one to see it.
Someone distracted him from his thoughts; it was Italy.
"Canada, come on!" Italy exclaimed, tugging on the sleeve of Canada's shirt. "You're going to miss the photo!"
"P-photo?" asked Canada curiously.
"Yeah!" Italy said. "You're part of the G8 too!" Italy gestured to the back of the gymnasium where six other countries were standing, waiting for Canada and Italy to come.
"Come on, dude!" America yelled. "Get in the photo!"
Canada didn't hear America; he had been caught off guard. They remembered him....
"Come on, Canada!" Italy said, pulling on Canada's arm. Canada gave a small smile, and ran over to the others with Italy. He took the vacant spot next to America, who placed his arm around Canada's shoulders. Canada didn't mind it that much though.
The photographer raised the camera. "Everyone ready?" he asked. "Say,'Cheese!'"
"Cheese!" said everyone, except for Italy who instead said, "Pasta!"
Canada saw France and England looking at the photo a few weeks later.
"I'm glad Canada was there to join the photo," he heard England say.
Canada's secret smile matched his smile in the photograph.