Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, was having a major crisis. All you had to do was take one look inside his house to know that there was something very wrong. Usually Matthew kept a clean house. It was something he took pride in. But the state of his home it was…well it was total chaos.
All drawers were pulled out, their contents spilled all over the floor. Chairs were tipped over, tables over turned. The couches had their pillows pulled off, and most had the stuffing pulled out of them. The carpet was pulled up in some places and even the walls had holes that had been made by a few of the nearby chairs and had then been enlarged so much that you could see into the other room. It looked like the place had been robbed. But there was no sign of any break-in. That's because there wasn't one. Matthew Williams did this himself.
It all started in the kitchen. He had decided to make himself a late-night snack of pancakes and of course, maple syrup. His polar bear was sound asleep underneath the kitchen table, just having finished his late night snack of salmon and gummy bears. Matthew had just finished sliding the pancakes onto his plate, when he went in search of the maple syrup. He checked the fridge, the cupboards, underneath the sink, even in the garbage can, thinking he might of accidently knocked the bottle of the precious liquid into the trash. It was no where to be found. This was not the first time Matthew had forgotten to buy maple syrup. A quick stop to the grocery store was all that needed to be done, and then he could enjoy his snack. It turned out not to be that simple.
Since it was late night, there were few places that were still open. He knew off by heart which stores carried maple syrup, and which didn't. He went to the first store, but apparently the store was shorted the product, and didn't have any in the store. He thanked the staff at the store for checking, and made his way to the next 24h store. By this time, Matthew was starting to feel a little pang in his stomach. But he knew that once he got some of that liquid gold into his system, his stomach would be back to normal in no time.
When he entered the next store, he made a beeline to the back aisle, but where the maple syrup should have stood, was just an empty hole. He ran up to the customer service counter and asked if they had any in stock. The cashier shook her head no. Apparently a couple of kids had been in earlier and decided to 'accidently' bump into the shelf, knocking down the products onto the floor. The store only carried maple syrup in the glass containers, so when they fell, they all broke. Starting to feel anxious, Matthew just nodded, and briskly walked out of the store. He had to restrain himself from running to his car, and had to keep on reminding himself of the speed limits. But there was still one more store. And Matthew was sure, that this one would have the syrup. After all, it makes perfect sense that the last store that he goes to would have it in stock.
After all, it makes perfect sense that last store would not have it in stock. In fact, they had stopped carrying it all together. The stock boy said that they had to stop carrying maple syrup because it had become so expensive. He continued to explain that due to global warming, farmers were having a difficult time collecting enough sap to create the maple syrup. After nearly fainting, Matthew excused himself, and throwing away all restraint, ran right out of the store, jumped into his car, and sped out of the parking lot, and headed back to his house. This time he did not care about the speed limit. He didn't even care about the other motorists. All Matthew cared about was getting home, and finding a bottle of the increasingly rare product.
Failing to find any in his home, even after pulling up the carpet, Matthew collapsed onto his bed and had to keep on telling himself that this was not the end of the world. That he could go out tomorrow and buy some. But then he remembered that there is a world meeting in Russia and he has to be on a plane in an hour. No time to buy maple syrup at any of the stores. Unless he would be able buy some at the airport gift shop. Unfortunately he was not going to be using the public airport. His was being driven right to his own private plane. Dragging himself off of his bed, Matthew began to pack for his three day trip to Russia. He could only hope that Ivan would carry some in his stores. If not, Matthew was sure it was going to be okay. He would be fine. There would be no problem whatsoever. That's what he kept telling himself anyway.
**Hello everyone! Thank you for reading. I apologize for my lack of talent, I know I am not the best writer. But I am hoping to make this into a couple chapters, unless of course I die or completley lose interest. Which ever comes first. Anyways, any reviews, positive or negative is appreciated. I want to know what you think. Again, thank you for reading!