author's note: dudes i totally didnt know what to write here so this chapter is very short.
disclaimer: i dont own Hetalia, heck each time i write the disclaimer i almost always spell Hetalia wrong.
America felt bad. He had stared in utter amazement along with the other Allies as Canada cried with Prussia. He hadn't known they were such good "friends" as Canada had put it. America wouldn't have invited Canada to the meeting of he had known that they were close enough to kiss. Canada hadn't been acting normal since the meeting started, it should have been obvious that Canada would act didn't like fighting with his brother and this one had shaken his nerves badly.
He and England had gone home together after the meeting. England had been living with America for the last three days. He tried to focus on his boyfriend but America couldn't remove the image of Prussia bloody in Canada's arms.
He left to go to McDonald's. England had yelled something at him about being a terrible boyfriend and something else about a heart attack. America didn't hear him though because he was already outside.
He bought ten double cheese burgers. America sat in a booth in the back of the fast-food joint. He began to stuff his face. He claimed it helped him think, but really did the opposite. It made him forget all his troubles for while, kinda like beer, but without the nasty side effects. After he had eaten over 15 burgers, he decided to stop eating.
Maybe I should go apologize for attacking him earlier. I'm sure he'd be glad to hear an apologie from me after my outburst. He drove out to Canada's home in Vancouver. Along the way he was thinking about the time the nations had agreed to let Canada hold the Olympics.
His expression was the happiest thing America had ever seen. He had lifted America up in a strong hug. It was like his quite and calm brother had been replaced with Italy. It was so cute.
America pulled up at the mountain valley home that belonged to his brother. He knocked, waited, and then just went in. If nobody answered, he figured that Canada was just sleeping, he slept late and always left his door unlocked so why not. But America searched the house and didn't find Canada anywhere. He went back outside and noticed that his twin's brown car wasn't there.
He hadn't ever come home. America though of all of the possibilities the stressed nation could have taken. America tore off in his own car back to New York. He ran his hands constantly through his hair, fretting over his older brother. He knew love could make you do crazy things.
Like the one time when America pushed England out of the way of a car and got hit himself. Or when Germany had first tried making pasta for Italy and almost burned his house down. Canada had just lost his love three days ago, he could have done so much by now. America pulled up to the American HQ for the Allies and sure enough, the Canadian car was parked in the lot.
Kumajiro was roaming around in the car, bashing against the sides in an attemp of escape. America picked the lock in the door with his pocket knife and let the bear out.
"Who are you?" America huffed at the bear's question "I'm America, obviously. Do you know where Canada is?"
"Who is that?"
"Your owner, dammit! Did you see him go from the meeting?"
"Hmmm. He ran down pass here. Bye!"
Kumajiro shut the door and America watched him drink from a maple syrup bottle in the glove compartment. But he didn't have time for this. He took off down the street, looking for a place Canada might hide. Canada always hated my perfect cities, what is the opposite of a city? America had to think about this a few minutes before deciding to head to the more rual area of New York.
He jogged a few hours later into a clear plain surrounded on three sides by forrest. When in the forrest, many of the trees America saw had dents or holes in them. Even more were broken down. He wasn't sure if it was cause of a storm or wild animals. Wait, I know! Canada must have hit these trees to take out his frustration and pain.
He traveled through the forrest following a trail of trees that had been damaged. More bad scenarios went through his head as walked along. Like when Poland tried to fix Lithuania's closet and gave himself a concussion for two weeks. Or how about when Austria almost went insane trying to write a "perfect piece of music "for Hungry. And who forget when Russia tried to bludgeon Hong Kong to death, because he hit on China. America came across a flask with a Canadian flag painted on the front. Dripping from mouth of the flask was mape syrup. America knew he was close.
Canada couldn't go long without maple syrup. America knew that he himself couldn't go for much longer without hamburgers either. I hope I find him soon. I can't be a hero on a empty stomach.