Does anyone else reread their HetaDrabbles? I reread mine all the time. Specifically, my first Drabble. It's honestly my favorite, and in my opinion the best.

Can we just appreciate that I wrote my first Drabble to distract myself from a thunderstorm? And I got the idea about pancakes and maple syrup because we had pancakes for dinner that night.

... my first Drabble is literally about me and Canada, and Alfred doesn't show up til the end.

Weird, right?

Fetus Shelbmerica

The ending's my favorite:

"ALFRED!" She shouted in alarm, taking off out of the kitchen. Canada raced after her, pancake platter still in hand. Even being a soccer player, Shelby couldn't shake the blonde country, who was around 5 inches taller than her, and who's strides were much longer. On top of that, the smell the syrup was getting to her, and her stomach was starting to hurt, slowing her down further.

After a minute straight of Canada passive-aggressively chasing Shelby, trying to get her to eat the pancakes, America appeared in the entrance to the hallway in nothing but red boxers decorated with McDonalds 'M' arches. "What in the name of the Statue of Liberty is going on in- hey!" He didn't have time to finish his sentence as Shelby slipped past him, sprinting down the hall.

Canada, however, wasn't quite small enough to squeeze past Alfred as Shelby had, and ran straight into his brother, knocking them both to the ground. The pancakes and plate were crushed in between them, and Shelby reached the end of the hall, turning to watch as they struggled to collect themselves.

"Canada, what the heck, bro? You got syrup all over me!" America explained, before picking out a piece of glass plate from his skin. "Now I'll have to shower! This sucks!"

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to get Shelby to eat these pancakes." Canada whispered, licking the syrup off his fingers.

America's gaze switched to Shelby, who stood awkwardly at the end of the hall. She smiled, offering him a small wave.

"You're telling me that Canada was literally chasing you around the cabin, trying to get you to eat pancakes?" America asked, part in irritation, part in disbelief.

"Well, actually, I didn't tell you any of that. Matthew did." Shelby pointed out.

"Shelby, I-" America couldn't even stand and grab her, let alone finish his sentence, before Shelby locked herself in the bathroom. "Hey, wait! I have to shower and get this syrup off!" America yelled, pounding on the door.

"Don't come in, I'm naked!" Shelby responded.

"No, you're not! You just got in there!"

"But if you broke that door down, and I was naked... that would make you a pedophile." Shelby stated from the safety of the bathroom.

Alfred huffed in frustration, giving up and storming down the hallway. Canada's gaze followed him. "Where're you going?" He asked sheepishly.

"I'm going to spray myself off with a hose!" America snapped back, and within a few moments, Canada heard the screen door open and slam shut.

Quietly, Canada crawled to the end of the hallway, and sat in front of the bathroom door. "Shelby?" He called softly.

"Yes?"

Canada pressed his forehead against the door. "Please eat my pancakes."

I cri everytime