I'm really sorry guys. I totally abandoned this story because I basically was really lazy. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to sit down and write. I think there will be one more chapter, but it will be something of an epilogue. I probably will write the bonus in the next month. I would write it sooner, but I'm really behind on my other stories too. This is my favorite chapter, so please review!
Canada felt his insides burn with anger. So what if Prussia didn't view their friendship as seriously as he did. Canada would make him pay for all the trouble Prussia had caused. He would make Prussia beg for mercy until his voice ran out, and then he would make Prussia die a slow and painful death. Canada walked towards Germany's door, a sadistic smile on his face. He knocked lightly on the door and waited for someone to open the door. He grinned evilly when he heard footsteps come up to the door. The door swung open to reveal Italy. "Hello mister Canada! Ve, Are you looking for Prussia?" Canada nodded. "He's in the basement, as always mister Canada." Italy then ran up to god knows where. Canada stalked to the basement, mentally planning on how too kill Prussia. (Strangle or break his neck? Such a hard decision.) Canada walked down the steps calling out Prussia's name. At the bottom of the steps he froze, and his mouth dropped open.
The entire basement was filled with crates of maple syrup. Canada literally could not find a section of the floor that had no crate on it. Canada would have been in maple syrup heaven if the maple syrup hadn't been stolen. Once Canada's shock faded, he started searching for Gilbert. It was a bit hard because Canada had to climb over all the crates as there was no floor space. No matter, he could just think of ways to kill Prussia once he was found. Canada was leaning towards strangling, but decided to keep his options open. Canada had almost reached the middle of the basement by now. "Maple, how does Prussia move around? They are like mountains." Canada muttered under his breath. He straightened up and took another look around. Behind was the stairs, and crates. To the left of him was where Prussia slept on the couch, but the crates covered the couch. To Canada's right was, you guessed it, more crates. In front of Canada was a gigantic pile of maple syrup crates towering over everything else. Canada moved around the mountain so he could have a better look… Canada's mouth dropped open.
Canada blinked and pinched himself. Surely he dreaming. (Although he had doubts his subconscious could do something this crazy.) He was right. Only Prussia could dream this up. Gilbert was seated in the middle of the crates wearing a crown and holding a scepter. "Hey Birdie! Do you like mein awesome throne?" Canada could only stare. Prussia was nuts. Canada suddenly realized what Prussia had said. "Why the maple would I like it?! YOU STOLE MAPLE SYRUP FROM ME!" Gilbert flinched. "You noticed that?" Canada looked at Prussia disbelievingly. "Of course I noticed you idiot!" Canada yelled. "Have you always been this stupid and I just never noticed?" By now, Prussia was looking more than a little unsettled. He hadn't realized Birdie would get this mad. He just had to prove he was awesome to get back into Birdie's good graces! "But Birdie! The awesome me thought it would be awesome!" Canada's vision blurred from his rage. "WHY WOULD IT BE AWESOME?! I'VE NEVER EVEN LET YOU TOUCH THE BOTTLES IN MY CABINET AND YOU DECIDE TO GO AND STEAL AN ENTIRE WAREHOUSE!" Prussia smirked. "It was all part of my awesome plan, Birdie!"
Canada was livid with rage. "WHAT PLAN?" Prussia grinned triumphantly. "To draw you out, of course!" Canada spoke in a deceptively calm voice. "You stole an entire warehouse of maple syrup just to get me to come over?" Prussia, being the oblivious person that he is, nodded and said in an entirely too cheery voice "Ja!" Canada snapped. He lunged at Prussia and tried to wrap his hands around Prussia's neck. Prussia fell backwards in shock and shrieked. He struggled against Canada, eyes wide with fear. "I-I'm sorry Birdie! I didn't realize you'd get this mad!" That, of course, was completely the wrong thing to say to the already enraged Canadian. "Casse toi!" Canada snarled. "I don't know what that means!" Prussia yelled back, freaking out. Canada was way stronger than he had realized, (and that was saying something because Prussia had seen Canada play hockey.) Canada his pulled fist back and punched Prussia in the stomach. Prussia immediately curled up into a ball and started wheezing. "Mein Gott, Birdie! That hurt!" Canada glared cruelly at him. "It was supposed to," he replied in a voice that could freeze water.
"Ugh, this wasn't how the plan was supposed to go!" Prussia groaned. "HOW DID YOU THINK IT WOULD GO!" Canada shrieked, his voice shrill. Not realizing this was a rhetorical question, Prussia said, "Well, I thought you'd think it was funny and we would laugh together and then you would realize I'm like way awesomer than you originally thought and then you'd say that and then I would say you are even awesomer and then you'd realize that you liked me and I'd be all cool and shit and say duh Birdie of course I like you and then-" Canada had stopped Prussia's rambling by leaning down and kissing him. "All you had to do was say you liked me. You didn't have to do all this." Canada said softly. Prussia smiled hesitantly. "So… That's a yes?" Canada nodded shyly. He then looked around him and sighed. "Maple, what are we supposed to do with all of this syrup? The warehouses don't open till tomorrow morning." A glint appeared in Prussia's eye. He leaned in close and said, "I have an idea." Canada looked confused. "What?" Prussia raised an eyebrow, smirked, and looked over Canada's body. "Oh."