This chapter is kind of of sad. I hope that's okay. It will get funnier, trust me.
Canada sighed. All he wanted was his maple syrup. Was that really so much to ask? He didn't have time to go all over the world. Going to America's house was always exhausting, and the he had to go England's. The hoser probably wouldn't even remember him. Canada felt a surge of anger. If the damn Brit didn't recognize Canada, he was going to dismember him. Canada wondered why someone would be so stupid as to steal his maple syrup. England normally had much more sense than that. He shook his head. Whatever the reason was, Canada was going to murder England. Canada felt a prickle of doubt. It wasn't really in the Brit's nature to be this stupid. Maybe Canada should try being diplomatic this time. But if England really did steal his maple syrup, Hell Hath No Fury Like A Canadian.
Canada knocked on England's door. "England, are you home?" Canada frowned. He had been sure the Brit would be home. He relaxed when he heard footsteps. England opened and started. "C-Canada, what are you doing here?" Canada looked closely at England's face. England's face was pasty white, and his eyes were bloodshot. England twitching nervously, and he couldn't meet the Canadian's eyes. Canada sighed. If this wasn't a guilty face, he didn't know what was. "I think you know why I'm here," Canada growled. England paled. "I-I really don't." Canada saw red. "I think you do." England's twitching increased. "I was just at America's. Want to know what he told me?" England eyes widened. "Y-you went to America's?" Canada nodded, a murderous look on his face. "W-what did he say?" Canada shook his head sadly. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this. Canada's hand shot out, pinning England's throat to the wall. "E-eek!" Canada shook England roughly. "WHERE IS IT," Canada shouted at the same time England said, "I never meant to hurt him!" "Wait, what?"
Canada looked confused. "Never meant to hurt who?" By now England was so scared he looked like he was going to faint. "Alfred, of course. Isn't that why you're here?" "No," Canada said slowly. "I'm here because America said you might have stolen my syrup." England twisted out of Canada's grasp. "Why the hell would I do that?" Canada just looked puzzled. He supposed America could have made a mistake. "Why were you so scared, then?" A thought dawned on the Canadian. "What did you do to America?" England looked at the floor guiltily. "That's really none of your business." Canada just smiled, and said, "I came all the way here, I deserve an explanation." England fidgeted. "Well, I went to the pub for drinks, and France was there. So I decided to make him my drinking buddy. America and I had just gotten into a huge fight, and I wanted to forget." Canada's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?" England sighed. "France seemed happier than usual, and well, I made some decisions I shouldn't have." Canada just stared. How could England do that America? Whenever Canada visited America, America would go on and on about how Iggy was the best. "You don't deserve America," Canada said coldly. "How could you do that to him?" "I plan to go apologize soon," England said sadly. "I never meant to hurt him," he repeated.
Canada stood up. "Well, this visit was a waste of time. Now how am I supposed to find my maple syrup?" England started. "Actually, I might be able to help you with that. France was going on about how he pulled of the prank of the year. Maybe he took it?" Canada nodded. That made sense. "Do you know where he is now?" England thought for a second. "He's probably home." Canada sighed. Yet another home to go to. Why did they all live so far apart? "Alright, I will go there next." First, he had some business to take care of. "Call America." England flinched. "I can't do that! What if he never wants to see me again?!" Canada giggled. That's right, giggled. He never realized how whipped England was. "America loves you, he'll forgive you. "Now call him, you wimp." "Fine, fine, I'll call him."