A/N - I wrote this on the spur of the moment, during my old year nine Information Technology class. It's not perfect, but enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Canada sat at the dining table, a large stack of Pancakes piled on a plate in front of him; he sighed heavily and reached for the Maple Syrup resting to the side.

"Oh no," A voice muttered, "Not the MAPLE SYRUP!"

Canada looked over his shoulder, searching for the person who obviously was the source of the voice. But found no one…

"So, we meet again, Pancake." A different voice spoke.

Now Canada was getting slightly afraid.

"You dare show your Nozzle Mug around these parts? You have some guts." The first voice spoke.

"If you've forgotten, you Flat Cake. I'm the Big Boss around here." The second voice spoke.

Canada swallowed the saliva building in his mouth and looked towards the Pancakes and Maple Syrup; and sure enough, his pancakes and maple syrup were TALKING to each other.

"The world would be a lot better without you!" The Pancakes argued.

"All the pancakes in the world, will taste like NOTHING without me." The Syrup backfired, "It's better that the world DOES have me."

Canada's eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes, 'What the hell?'

"Us Pancakes were meant to be eaten without any flavouring!"

"Well, that Theory has been flushed down the toilet, considering that us Maple Syrups are here."

The Pancake gasped, "How dare you…"

"The great MAPLE created us," The Syrup said, referring to the Maple God, "We're here for a reason, even if it be, to flavour you tasteless flour pansies."

"You low liquid!" The Pancake rumbled.

The Syrup gasped loudly and growled, "YOU AINT SHIT WITHOUT ME! YOU HEAR ME? YOU'RE NOTHING!"

"Oh it's on!" The Pancake yelled.

Canada watched, amazed, at what was happening before his eyes.

The Pancake flung itself to the Maple Syrup, wrapping the bottle in a death grip. The Syrup struggled beneath its grip and projected the sweet liquid from its nozzle, covering the pancake.

"Ack!" The pancake yelled, flopping onto the table, dead.

"VICTORY!" The Syrup yelled, turning towards the rest of the Pancakes, "You're next."

The remaining pancakes tried to run away from the clutches of the Syrup, but to no avail; they too, were covered in Maple Syrup.

Canada just stared…

The Syrup turned around to Canada, "I'm sorry you had to see that Chap," He began, "This is what happens when you mix Maple Syrup and Pancakes together!"

After the Syrup had finished that sentence, he stopped talking and fell on its side on the table.

Canada was speechless, not ONCE in his whole life had something like THIS happened to him.

"W..What?" He muttered.

Losing his appetite, Canada disposed of the Pancakes and the Maple Syrup. He shuddered lightly and hugged himself.

"America must've done something," He whispered, "If not, then I'm losing it."