Sorry if the translations are off, I used Google Translate. I've decided this fic is going to be about six chapters, give or take one. Also, I tried to make this chapter more funny. Don't know if I succeeded.
Canada growled as he walked towards France's house. He was getting tired of walking across the globe to find his maple syrup. Who did France think he was? (A pervert, duh Canada.) Canada's tightened around his hockey stick. He wasn't playing around any more. France was going to pay for this felony with his life. Canada strode up to France's door and kicked down the door. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, FRANCE?" He roared. Canada strode from room to room, till he reached France's bedroom. Canada grinned and burst into the room. "GIVE MY MY MAPLE SYRUP!" France screamed and fell up the bed. "Merde!" "WHERE IS IT?!" France flinched. "My dear Mathieu, whatever are you screaming for?" Canada saw red. He did not just ask him that. "You damn well what I'm screaming for," he snarled. Francis blinked. "I'm afraid I do not. Why don't you put your hockey stick down and we talk in my living room," France said, his voice shaking at the last part. Canada lost it. He swung his hockey down on France's head. Crack! France was out cold.
Canada walked into the kitchen and took a large glass from the cabinet. He filled it with cold water and walked back to France. Canada them promptly dumped it on France's head. "Qui? Quoi? Où?" Canada sighed. "I knocked you out, France." France paled considerably when he heard Canada. "What was that for?!" Canada frowned. "I apologize, I shouldn't have knocked you out." "Duh!" France spluttered. "I was a mistake. I can't interrogate you if you're unconscious. I only meant to hurt you a bit." Canada continued right over France. France choked on hair that had fallen into his mouth. "I still don't know why you knocked me out!" France cringed at the look on Canada's face. Perhaps he shouldn't have said that. Canada counted to ten and took deep breaths. He would never find out where his maple syrup was if France was unconscious. Again. "My maple syrup! You took it! And I will kill you if you say you don't know where it is!" France shuddered at the murderous look in Canada's eyes. "I-I really don't know where it."
Canada tackled France. "Tell me where it is!" He hissed. "Mon cher, I don't know!" France grunted in pain. Suddenly, the phone rang. France looked towards the phone. Canada saw the opening he had been waiting for and put his hands around France's neck. Canada began to crush France's windpipe, ignoring the wheezing sounds the Frenchman was making. France grabbed at his neck, trying to breath. "Please, stop killing me!" He wheezed. "Not until you tell me where my maple syrup is!" France whimpered in pain. "I-I really don't know," he croaked. "P-Please, I help you in any way I can!" Canada reluctantly withdrew his fingers from France's throat, dark purple bruises marring France's throat. He sighed, "I suppose there would be too much paperwork anyway." France whimpered and ran into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Canada followed France into the kitchen. "So, if you supposedly didn't steal my maple syrup, who did?" France avoided Canada's gaze. "I-I can't really help you there." Canada frowned. Bullshit,. France knew something. He silently held up his and started to count down. "One… Two…" France dropped the glass on the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. "Okay! Antonio might have something to do with it!" Canada's fingers clenched into fists. Spain was freaking forever away! France flinched, thinking that Canada was about to hit him. "See, he bought drinks for everyone at the bar. I was really happy about that, because I drunk a ton and I didn't have enough money to pay the tab. I asked Spain where he got the money, and he just winked at me and said, all will become clear. Like what the hell does that mean!" France rambled. Canada put his hands up in placating manner. "Chill, I don't want to kill you anymore. I now want to kill Spain." France let out the breath he had been holding in relief. "Merci!" Canada smiled. "Oh, there's something else I wanted to tell you." "What?" "This," and Canada brought his hockey stick against France's skull. France silently slid to the floor, unconscious. "The first time was only a tap, you wimp. Don't you ever mess with Alfred again."