I saw an article on this this morning, and I had to write something. Thumbs up if you saw it as well.
LOL do not own Hetalia. However I do own my "North America Twins" converse that I decorated. America on the left, Canada on the right. Hell yeah.
Now children, as you all know, Canada was hardly ever seen by his fellow nations. Invisible and lonely, Canada always has to watch as they laugh and talk and joke (or argue). He is only ever remembered when he is loud enough, and he usually isn't. But something may just send him over the edge. They aren't likely to forget Canada after this...
Canada was shaking with suppressed rage. His fingers dug into the wood of the table, and pulpy pine mash stuck to his fingers. He grabbed a hold of the metal chair, watching in satisfaction as the metal dented into the outline of his hands. Let's see them forget that anytime soon. An incensed polar beast sat at his feet.
America shot him a sympathetic look as he shifted into the seat next to him, adjusting his glasses. "Please calm down a little Mattie," He whispered pleadingly under France's speech. "I know it's a big deal, but you're mutilating one of England's chairs. And his table."
Mattie took a deep breath and let it out in a long hiss. Calm. Calm. Calmity. Calm. Calm. Calm. There was plenty left, he could survive. But that thought made him angry and he stood up suddenly. Every eye was suddenly on him. Kumajiro growled threateningly.
"I've had enough!" Canada yelled louder than he'd ever yelled before in his long life. He stood up and started pacing the room, muttering under his breath with a distressed polar bear clinging to his leg.
"30 million dollars… 45 gallon barrels… Quebec… GODDAMMIT!" He shrieked suddenly, sinking to his knees. America lifted him up in a hug, and Canada clung to him, distressed. Every other nation was completely lost. What was wrong with that guy? His name's uh, Canada, right, they knew that. Of course they did.
"Dude, it's alright. There's plenty of the liquid gold left. I have some in my hotel room, m'kay. Just relax, let's go." America started to steer him towards the door, Canada shaking with anger once again. Russia felt afraid. The last time Canada had looked like that- hockey teams beware.
"You can't just leave!" England was indignant, trying to stop them. Canada punched him across the face. If possible, he was stared at even more. Canada seemed to have almost cracked. His face was twisted with fury, and the nations now had a new ranking of scariness back to front. Angry Germany, Russia, Belarus, and Canada. Canada now had a permanent place in the "scariest fucking nation ever" category.
"Yes I can leave. Fuck off." Canada declared before grabbing America by his shirt collar and dragging him out of the room. A loud thud told them Canada had accidentally bashed his brother into the wall. Well, they hoped it was an accident...
Later
"How could they do that to me?" Canada whispered, heartbroken, as the brothers sat in America's hotel room eating pancakes.
"I don't know bro," America stuck an arm around Canada's shoulders.
"My own citizens!" He moaned. "I've been betrayed!"
"At least no one's gonna forget The Great Quebec Maple Syrup Heist of 2012." America said.
Canada stuck his head in a pillow and sobbed. "Fuck my life."
Sorry this is so short, but honestly, it was really fun