Oh god a random fic I wrote that I HAD to post. A HUGE thanks to my new follower! For him/her I have written and more importantly posted this fic.

Canada didn't like to go unnoticed, the only person who ever truly remembered him was his brother, America. And even then it was rare. Really rare. But today was one of those occasions where America had stayed over for the night, and Canada would get his revenge. Oh yes and it would be so very sweet. And so he woke up early in the morning to get his revenge. He was going to make his brother pancakes. Canada smiled as he flipped a pancake perfectly onto the stack on the plate. . He picked up a jar of his own syrup, a special recipe he had gotten from a friend. HE poured a generous helping onto the pancakes, drenching them with the warm sticky liquid. He looked up just as America walked into the room and sat on the dining table. Canada set the pancakes in front of America. America looked up and grinned.

"Woah what didja do to the hotcakes Matt?"

Canada sighed

"You're not going to try them are you Alfred? And after I went through all the trouble of making them too."

America laughed and ruffled Canada's hair a bit.

"Ah, its not that it's just"

America picked up the fork and the knife

"I know you love maple syrup so much that I wasn't expecting cherry syrup on them is all!"

"Is it really so strange Alfred? I just wanted to be a bit different today."

America chuckled once more.

"Not strange just unusual is all!"

Canada smiled. A genuine smile but not one that wished America good will. America cut a big bite of the pancake and shoved the large helping into his mouth. America froze as a sickly sweet, coppery taste hit his tongue, a little bit of the crimson coating dripping down his chin.

"But th-that's not syrup it's"

Canada leaned in and grinned, baring his teeth in malice.

"What is it Alfred, is something wrong?"

America started to gag and back away from the table until he heard the sound of the safety release click.

"Matt, wh-what are you"

He felt the cold steel press on the back of his head.

"I worked so very hard to get this from Ivan you know, we cannot just let it go to waste Alfred!"

America gulped and forced himself to gag down the pancakes, soaked with the concoction, the barrel of the gun that Canada was holding to his head pushing him on.

"You're always suck a big eater anyways Alfred, i'm sure you can eat the whole thing right?!"

Canada just smiled. He loved the way his new syrup looked on the pancakes, oh so red, oh so tainted. His revenge had finally come. And it tasted sweet. Just like his syrup.

After America was done he would have to fix a gift for France too. Looking at America a thought crossed his mind, Anerica could prove very useful in making France's gift.

Watcha think? Based of of this amazing deviant art by spock-sickle

it's called A Taste of Syrup check it out sometime okay!

Now has a sequel called A Taste of Wine

Check it out soon okay!