Ahhh~ you guys make me all giddy! I was reading the few reviews I had, and started laughing like a little kid. Shout-out thanks to I'maWanderer for prompting me to do Canada (without really trying)!

Well, this chapter's going to beeee~ Canada! Hehe :3

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Sorry, me.

Canada watched the stupid bastard prance around with the others during the meeting. It sickened him really, how stupid the nation could be, screaming about hero's and burgers everywhere. If you haven't figured it out yet, the 'stupid bastard' is America.

His suppose to be brother, which was a load of shit- he would never relate himself anywhere near that asshole. He was an ignorant asshole who didn't give too shits what he said specifically.

Canada hated the posh British man too. He never remembered him, and when he did, he always figured that he was America first. What a dip-shit, he was.

And when he would say 'No, I'm Canada' he would always reply with something along the lines of 'Sorry, love.' And let's do us all a favor, and get something straight right now- Canada was NOT in any way England's 'love.'

Now France, he had a slight soft spot for, he did grow up with the pervert. But he was no longer France's petit or his cher, so why did he continue to use those two words to describe him?

He was not a kid anymore; he was actually older than America. Not that any of the three of them would tell you that. No one even tried to relatively remember his birthday, except those three, but they would always remember AFTER America's birthday.

So he decided to take some form of action, which happened to be beat and submit.

Now mind you, this Canadian wasn't one to resort to something like this right away. This plan had been thought up for a while. And who better to start with, then the main cause of the problem?

Alfred Fucking Jones.

Canada smiled at how truly easy it was to lure his brother over. All he did was mention pancakes, and the guy came running like some dog. "Hey Mattie, whats up?" The nation asked curiously, plopping down in the kitchen where Matthew was cooking.

The brat actually remembered his name this time, good. But he would make sure it was branded into his head. He took a light poison, more like a sleeping pill so he wouldn't be seriously injured, and mixed it into the pancake batter, making sure to fix the cooking time to the extra liquid.

"Nothing much right now, Al. How about you?" His smirk he was hiding grew when Alfred started rambling. Matthew knew he wouldn't question what he was doing when he was rambling.

He almost felt sorry for himself, this being a bit too easy. Oh well, maybe Arthur and Francis would provide more fun. "-And there were all sorts of people there! I had to wait in a thirty minute line, for a drink! Just because it was business hour and everyone wanted coffee. I am the country! I should get a discount and line-hop!"

Canada chuckled at his 'brothers' rambling and set down the pancakes, handing over the real syrup jar and a stick of butter. "Oh! Thanks Mattie! You're the best brother someone could ever have!"

Alfred practically inhaled the pancakes, starting to talk in between mouthfuls of the food, "Oh Matt, would I-" "I drugged you." Alfred stopped eating, looking at him like he was an alien. "W-What?" Canada smirked carefully, "I drugged you, America." America blinked once or twice, before struggling to get up and falling right back down on the ground.

Canada smiled and dragged him down the stairs, making sure to wait a bit to tie him up until he was fully unconscious, so that he wouldn't struggle.

Once he was down there, he tied him to the middle chair, binding him down with heavy duty military-issued chains, knowing that would hold long enough. For a precaution though, Canada also bolted the chairs into the concrete, making sure they were heavy duty as well.

He giggled a little, more like a scary chuckle and took Alfred's glasses off; putting them behind the chairs on a table full of different knifes and tools to get them to submit.

It didn't take long for the drug to wear off, and eventually he had to turn off his TV and go down to tend to the American that was making too much noise. "Good morning, Alfred. You sure are lively."

Said person jumped at Canada's voice, a sort of rage blanketing over his face, "Mattie! What the hell! Let me out!" Canada chuckled, walking behind him and getting a little metal spoon. "No can do Al, we've got business to cover."

He walked back around and sat on Americas lap, sort of straddling him, giving a pleasant smile to try to calm the nation down before he would start. He took the metal spoon, putting it at the bottom of his eye, making sure it landed directly on the water line. America flinched at how could it was, going to move his head but Canada held it in place.

"No no~ No moving your head, it will hurt more." He smirked, carefully pressing the spoon in and under his eye, listening to America's gasps of pains and begging echoing through the basement. Once he got it all the way under he jerked it up, removing the white and blue orb and getting a loud and satisfying scream out of America. "Fuck Matt! Why the hell did you-" America cut himself off short, wincing.

"Oh shh~ shh~ What happened, did I hurt you?" He looked at the orb rolling it around in his hand, noticing the red smearing. "It looks very patriotic you know; red, white, and blue. He smirked, looking down at the American, watching the red tears fall from the once filled socket.

He put his hand over the eye, pressing it open to see if he did a clean job of removing the eye. Laughing when America flinched, trying to get away from the touch of the Canadian. Once he had it pried open he whistled, "I did a really good job at that, aren't you proud of me, brother?"

He waited a few seconds before shrugging, "Indifferent about it, eh?" He chuckled, forcing Alfred's other eye open and blowing on it for a second. "That's fine, I'll just have to take the other one out, with it."

America squirmed, finally getting his voice back. "No! Please, no Matthew!" Canada smirked, it was easy to break this 'hero'. "And why shouldn't I, you haven't made a decent reason for me to spare it." America thought for a bit, before whispering quietly. "I'll do anything."

Canada sighed, "I can't hear you, Alfred. I guess I'll just have to punish you anyway." He stood up and walked behind him again, taking out a clean and shiny metal bat. Canada walked back around and lined his bat up to Americas head, giving a light test swing before slamming it into his brothers head, liking the way his head snapped, a sort of audible crack echoing.

"What's a madder, 'Merica? I thought you liked baseball. No cheering for me, eh?" He positioned his bat and Americas knees, licking his lips when he hit them, the slight groan of pain running through his ears. He set it down, feeling America's knees to make sure he shattered them, not wanting to chance it.

Once he made sure they were good as gone he stood up again, slamming the bat into America's head until it just lulled weakly whenever he hit it. Canada checked the damage, smiling when he felt the break in the neck and jaw. "Well America, I guess baseball practice is over now. I'll be down to clean you up later."

Canada almost sauntered upstairs high with adrenaline and victory, leaving the once-American to the silence and solitude of a silent basement.

Jeez! I made Canada a monster. Welp, I think the Canada part will be only this one, and he'll never get to England and France anymore because he got rid of Alfred.

Comment who I should do next! I got a request for Liechtenstein, so I think that's who I'll be doing.

Bye bye~