A/N: Well hello there! Just thought I'd write this one shot for the heck of it. I was just derping around with my sister one night and we started talking about maple syrup. Enjoy!
Alfred was board, really board. He was sitting at home alone doing nothing. Well he was doing something. Breathing. He heaved another board sigh before flipping upside down on his La-Z-Boy recliner. The whole week before his extreme case of boredom had set in, he spent days playing all the video games he could think of. Call of Duty, Assassin's Creed, The Legend of Zelda, and a ton of other games. Now he had nothing to do. Then a random idea popped into his head.
"I KNOW I'LL VISTI WHATS-HIS-NAME'S HOUSE! HE'LL BE HONORED TO HAVE THE HERO IN HIS HOUSE!" America yelled to no one. With that he jumped up and started on his way.
Canada was sitting in his kitchen making an afternoon snack. He poured the pancake batter onto the hot skillet ready to flip. He repeated this process till he had a suitable amount. He set the plate of steaming pancakes on the table.
"This is my kind of snack. No one here to-"the doorbell rang with a melodious ding dong. The nation sighed and went to the door.
"Hey bro! What are you up to? Just stopping in to say hi how are you. Do I smell food?" America walked Canada not stopping to be invited in. Canada sighed.
"I guess it was too good of a moment to last."
"What did you say bro?"
"Nothing, just commenting on your timing."
"That's cool bro."
Canada walked in to the kitchen to find the American shoving his face full of pancakes drenched in the last of the maple syrup Canada had.
"What are you doing? That's the last of my syrup! Do you know how long it takes to make that syrup?" the country's voice barley went above a whisper.
"Um no I don't know. Now that I think about it, how do you make maple syrup?"
Canada sighed. "How do you think it's made?"
America put the fork down and sat in thought for a while before looking straight in his brothers face in all seriousness and answered
"You take the leaves of a maple tree and chew them till they get all squishy and then you spit them out into a bowl and then you set it outside in the rain. Then England's pet unicorn comes and uses its magic and turns it into thick syrup that you pour onto the pancakes and enjoy."
Canada stared at his brother for a long moment before slapping his head in a face palm. Was America really that dense?
"No America that's not how you make maple syrup. Maple syrup is a syrup usually made from the sap of sugar maple, red maple, or black maple trees. In cold climates, these trees store starch in their trunks and roots before the winter; the starch is then converted to sugar that rises in the sap in the spring. Maple trees can be tapped by boring holes into their trunks and collecting the exuded sap. The sap is processed by heating to evaporate much of the water, leaving the concentrated syrup."
America continued to eat Canada's pancakes while he relayed the apparently memorized speech.
"I might have to try that sometime…."
The web site used is Wikipedia. Just look up Maple Syrup.
A/N: Thanks for reading. The response America gave Canada was the answer my baby cousin gave when questioned about the matter. She loves maple syrup and unicorns. Leave a review!