Um… Yeah… So I totally abandoned this story for like a month? To be fair I had the school play, exams, and huge amounts of HW. I'm on summer break though, so I should be able to update much quicker! (Haha, my friends still have like two weeks left grins evilly) Also I accidently put this under France and Canada, and I said there would be fluff, so you might have thought there would be Franada fluff. There won't be. I put it under the correct thingie.
Canada stared at Spain's door. He clutched his hockey stick in both hands and decided that even if Spain hadn't stole his maple syrup, he was going to kill him anyway, just because he could. Canada kicked the door open with a loud crash and shouted, "Come out. Come out wherever you are!" He heard whimpering and smiled sadistically. Canada sneaked around the corner to find… Romano and Spain making out. Canada screamed and dropped his hockey stick. He clapped his hands over eyes and screamed, "My eyes! They burn!" Just because he was furious didn't mean he wasn't Canadian. Canada stumbled into the kitchen, his hands still covering his eyes. Suddenly a thought struck. The whimpering… Wasn't because of him. Canada felt like he was going to throw up. No one should ever have to walk on their friend making out with Spain and very few pieces of clothing on. "Maple!" He shrieked. "Put some damn clothes on!" Canada was going to be forever scarred by the sight of Romano in boxers. Just the thought of what he had seen brought a fierce blush to his face. Romano stopped in the kitchen in the kitchen with, thankfully, more clothes on. "What the hell are you doing here!" He shouted.
Canada screamed back at him, "I could ask you the same thing! I was just looking for Spain! This is his house after all!" Canada gestured wildly around they room. Romano frowned. "What do you want to talk to the tomato bastard for?" Rage flickered in Canada's eyes. This was it. He'd had enough. "I JUST WANT MY MAPLE SYRUP YOU IGNORANT FOOL!" Spain ran into the room." Why are you are you yelling at Lovi?" He asked frantically and pulled Romano towards him. Canada shrieked. "PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON YOU S.O.B.!" Canada breathed heavily. He couldn't take anymore. First, he had to resolve the issues between America and England. (And that was bad enough, seeing as England was basically America's big brother and had raised them both.) Then, he had to visit the pervert France and yell at him for fucking England. God, he so didn't want that image in his head. And now, he had to have come to Spain's house and find Spain in an… Intimate position with Romano. And through it all, he hadn't found his bleeping maple syrup! Spain poked Canada with a worried look on his face. "Um… Lovi? Is Canadia okay?" Romano just shrugged.
Canada was pulled out of his stupor when he heard Spain call him Canadia. His eye twitched. Did Spain really just go there? The hockey appeared in his hand and a dark aura formed around Canada. Canada's eyes flickered dangerously. "FOR THE LAST TIME," he roared, "MY NAME IS CANADA! AND I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT! JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKING MAPLE SYRUP IS!" Spain flinched and hugged Romano. "Did Canada just curse?" He asked in a low tone, eyes filled with fear. "DAMN RIGHT I DID CURSE! NOW, WHERE IS THE EFFING SRYUP?" Spain shook slightly. "I-I don't know." He stuttered. Romano frowned at Canada. "What's your problem, maple bastard? You are making the tomato bastard angry." Canada raised his hockey stick and bashed it into Romano's leg. "My problem is that someone stole my maple syrup!" He said menacingly. Romano looked down at his leg with horror and fainted. Romano really couldn't stand up to that much anger. Spain watched as his Lovi fell to the floor with a resounding thump. Spain shook Romano's shoulders. "Don't leave me with him!" He whisper-yelled. Canada smiled and turned his gaze to Spain.
"Now that the wimp is out, let's get down to business, eh?" Canada growled. Spain's shaking increased. "I-I'm sure there has been some mistake. I would never do something like that!" "THEN WHY HELL DID FRANCIS SAY YOU HAD!" Spain blinked. "D-Did you just call France Francis?" Canada frowned. "WTM?" Spain grinned. "You did! You called him Francis!" Canada's face turned red. "Of course I call him that you hoser! He is my papa after all…" Canada muttered the last part. Spain squealed. "That's so cute mi amigo! It's like when Lovi calls me Toni when we-AH!" Canada had grabbed Spain's throat and pinned him against the wall. He didn't even want to know where that sentence was going. "Just. Tell. Me." Spain had turned white. "Fine! Prussia stole it!" Canada abruptly let go of Spain. "P-Prussia stole it?" He asked in a small voice. Spain nodded vigorously, not paying attention to the hurt spread over Canada's face. Canada walked out of Spain's house with a confused expression on his face. "I thought Prussia was my friend," Canada said softly.