I do not own Hetalia and all rights to original owner. I hope you enjoy it~ all feedback appreciated. I posted 10 ways to get Canada out of bed before but it wasn't considered a 'story' so I used that plot to create this one.

~im-a-nation

'Getting out of bed'

I dragged myself up the steep steps to a certain Canadian's house. I knocked impatiently on the pale baby yellow door with a trail of autumn maples leaves dancing around my cerulean sneakers. I gently pressed down on a couple, creating a fresh delightful sound. I knocked a few more times. I could hear faint familiar voice, depicting a strong French accent embed in his speech.

'Coming, mon cherie'

I rolled my eyes; it's the 'king' of desserts, France. Who, did I mention is crashing at Canada's house considering he and England got into a rather loud argument, ending like always. I had retreat to my room; insert my earphones and blast Rihanna on maximum volume to block out the rather loud noises coming from the occupied couch … Despite the fact England still kicked his ass out. The door finally creaked open revealing only a glimpse of light coming from the Canadian's room. I thanked the Frenchman for opening the door and headed to the Canadian's room while the Frenchman returned to the kitchen to finish piping the whipped cream, as evident on his hand, was a smear of the fluffy cream.

I walked across the polished floor, sunshine radiating from a hidden small window above the bed. The Canadian was sleeping peacefully, pancake printed covers up to the nose and his curl still in that peculiar shape. I spun around the take a look at the silver rimmed analogue clock that was hanging nimbly on a nail. The time was 10:30 AM, time to wake Canada. Mission Impossible, Canada is a very light sleeper, he probably already knows I'm here but the problem is getting him OUT of bed…

I sat down on the side of the extremely large bed. I brought my finger up the Canadian's soft cheek and started to prod him repetitively. He mumbled, flicked my finger away and warily opened one violet eye.

'What you doing here so early?' he mumbled softly.

'Take a look at the clock bro, it is already 10:30. Get up!' I urged.

He closed his eye again, shrugged off my request and turned to the other side of the comfy bed hauling his large covers with him.

'Canada, Canada, and Canada' I chanted repetitively. He moved slightly to grasp the white pillow and smothered it over his ears to block out my constant loud chanting of his name. Small waves formed on his covers every time he moved. I soon gave up after twenty chants, and moved on to my next step. Attempt to drag the Canadian off his desirable bed. I wrapped my arms around the Canadian's thin legs, felt a jolt of surprise from the Canadian and received a well-earned

'WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?'

'Trying to get you out of bed, of course' I shot back accompanied by a smirk.

'No!' He screamed, as I started to haul the smaller nation off the bed. The Canadian clung onto the edge of the abused bed, making it more difficult for me to drag him off. I heaved once more and strained but surprisingly the Canadian's has a source of hidden strength.

'Get off the bed!' I yelled through gritted teeth.

'Never!' replied the Canadian still clutching to the poor bed.

I was running low on stamina but I refused to be beaten by my brother. I let go abruptly flinging the Canadian back onto his cherished bed. I sat myself down once more and began to ponder. The Canadian curled into a small ball in the corner of the bed. A light bulb went off in my head.

'I'll be back in a second' I said, a sly smile plastered on my face.

Canada looked at me strangely and narrowed his violet eyes.

'I'm not getting up, no matter what you do' he said, determined.

I walked briskly to the kitchen where I found France sitting comfortably in his lime green rocking chair an adult book propped in his left hand. Surrounded by, an odd citrus scent.

'Where do you keep the maple syrup?' I asked briefly.

'Euh…In dzee cupboard, first drawer' he replied pointing at small faded pink cupboard located next to the fridge. I walked over to it, yanked out the first drawer and found unopened bottle of Camp's maple syrup. I grinned in satisfaction and started to head back to Canada's room.

'Honhonhon, Alfred, what are you going to do with dzat maple syrup? He questioned with a perverted gaze.

'What are you thinking France?! Nothing sexual, what's with you and sex?' I said, annoyed but a tint of pink still crawling across my cheeks. I hurried myself back down the hallway into the comfortable space in Canada's room. I tip toed in, placed my secret weapon on his apple green desk next to a handmade ceramic vase, hidden from Canada's prying eyes.

'Geez, what took you so long?' the Canadian questioned, puzzled. Making me jump a little.

'Well, your dad asked me a couple of things…'

'What were they?' He asked.

'Nothing much' I answered. 'Are you going to get out of bed or should I make you my way?'

'I'd like to see you try.' The Canadian challenged. I narrowed my eyes and whispered.

'Bring it on.'

I reached for the weapon cloaked in the pot's shadows and held it in triumph. The Canadian expressed a puzzled look.

'Yes, if you don't get up, you'll find your beloved syrup in your beloved hair.' I threatened.

'No! Not my syrup and my hair!' He yelled in despair.

'Haha, your choice' I chuckled.

'No!' he replied and looked at me with pleading eyes. I shook my head stubbornly and refused to give into this outrageous act. I bent down to meet his lilac eyes, our noses just touching, his pink dusted cheeks flaring. I pressed my lips against his soft ones, my hands quietly but hastily opened the bottle of syrup and sneakily poured it over his silky dark blonde hair. I pulled away to reveal devious smile. Aghast, the Canadian sat cross legged on the syrup soaked bed. A dangerous glare was aimed at me. Anxiously, I blew him a kiss trying to prove my 'innocence' and said, quite scared

'Do you want to get up now?'

The Canadian gave a hard glare and pouted

'NO.'

'You are a monster…' he hissed under his breath

Well that's chapter one, I hope you liked it, I'll post more when I have the time, thanks for reading!