Summery- Somebody steals Canada's Maple Syrup. Canada is mad. Do I really need to say more? Eventual fluff at the end. Be patient please.
Disclaimer- I don't own Hetalia or Canadian Maple Syrup.
There might be fluff. I will probably post about once a week. Maybe less. It depends on my attention span. Sorry. Also I will switch between country and human names randomly. It's a habit.
Canada looked at the screen, his eyes narrowing. He was currently in his office, where he had been checking up on his country's affairs. It was snowing outside, because it always snows in Canada, and he had had nothing better to do. But now, somebody was going to pay. Somebody had stolen maple syrup from a warehouse. Canada felt himself tense. Whoever stole his maple syrup was going to burn in hell. No, he took that back. Hell was too good for the culprit. When Canada found them, he was going to him within an inch of his life with his hockey stick. And then he was going to sick Kumajiro on the bandit. (Yes, Canada is worse than hell when he's mad. Don't deny it.) Now, who to interrogate first?
Canada banged his hand against America's door. What was taking the idiot so long? Alfred pushed opened his door. "Dude! I haven't seen you in ages! What are you doing here? And why do you look you're about to kill someone?" Wait… Alfred paled. Canada spoke in a low, threatening voice. "Do you know why I'm here?" Alfred flinched. "Chill bro, I didn't do anything! I swear! Now would you please stop glaring at me? Its creeping me out bro!" Canada sighed. His brother was truly an idiot. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY MAPLE SYRUP!?" Alfred shrunk back. "I don't know anything! I didn't even know that maple syrup was stolen! Please don't hit me!" Canada ignored his plea. Alfred obviously didn't steal his maple syrup, so why was he acting so guilty? "Invite me in Alfred, you're being rude," Canada said in a flat voice.
Canada sipped his hot chocolate. It was snowing at Alfred's house too. Suddenly Alfred slapped him on the back, causing Canada to choke. "Dude, you really scared me for a second there! I almost wasn't the hero!" Canada glowered at him. Something was up. Al never smiled that big. It defied logic. "I'm still mad." Alfred laughed nervously. "But bro, I already told you I didn't do anything!" Canada stared at him. "I swear! I would never be so stupid as to steal your maple syrup!" Canada still stared. Alfred knew something, he was sure of it. Canada didn't know what it was, but he was going to find out. Suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of America's shirt. Canada yanked America towards him, his face murderous. "WHAT DO YOU KNOW!" America squeaked. And then promptly fainted. Canada looked down on him with disgust. "Wimp," he growled.
Canada dumped a pitcher of ice water on America's head. Right now, the Canadian was showing no mercy. America shrieked. "What was that for dude!" Canada stared down at him. "You fainted," he said in an emotionless voice. Canada slammed his foot on America's chest, caused the American to gasp. "Tell. Me. What. You. Know. Now." America's eyes opened wide in shock. He had never realized how scary his brother could be. "I can't." Alfred said in a small voice. Canada pushed his foot harder against America's chest, he violet eyes glittering with malice. "Do I need to get my hockey stick?" America shuddered. "No! I'll tell you! Please don't get your hockey stick!" Canada smiled cruelly. He thought so. He looked at America expectantly. "England was acting really weird last night. He kept twitching nervously and glancing at the door. And when I asked him if he wanted to go to the bar, he said no! That's not chill!" Canada's eyes narrowed. So the Brit had taken his maple syrup. America squeaked. "Please don't hurt him!" Canada just turned and walked out the door, leaving trembling American behind.