An attempt, I repeat, and attempt! At a Hetalia fanfic. Hopefully all goes well. O_O I love Colombians! Please, it's either them or the Salvadorans. I mean no racism, or anything of the sort. The Colombians have some of the best coffee around.
Matthew Williams was having a bad day. Not only had all the Tim Horton's run out of coffee (damn Colombians and their coffee strike), but his bear was missing! Gone, and no one had seen him. Zip, zilch, nada que ver! And Matthew was worried. Kumajirou had been MIA for about a week now. I know I said Matt had been having a bad day, but he hadn't noticed the bear's absence because he was so busy dealing with the coffee shortage. He was sitting at his desk when his assistant (more like mail-giver, that's all the guy did) came in.
"You have the usual bills, but there's this strange one here. It says that it should be opened by you, and by you alone. Here." Matthew took the envelope from the man's hand, and waited until he exited the room. He slid the letter opener under the opening and violently ripped the top open. He hadn't meant to, really. He was just anxious. The seal on the envelope had been from none other that Russia. Canada didn't trust that man. He opened the letter. There was only one sentence on it.
Have you seen your bear today, because I have.
"That bastard!" Matthew covered his mouth with his hand, seeing if anyone had heard his outburst. Thankfully no one had. Who knew the kind nation could even swear? America would have been proud. Matthew grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a letter to the western nation.
What do you want? You know what, by the time you get this, it won't matter. I'll be on your doorstep. My bear better be okay, or you'll have a war on your hands.
~Canada
He closed the letter, sealed it, and put it into the mail box. He called his secretary.
"Mary, book a flight to Moscow. I'm going to Russia."
Epic, right? Yeah, not really XD Onto the next chapter *goes all stupidly serious*