Maple Syrup and Vodka

Where in the world is Matthew Williams?

-Meanwhile, in the gaming room belonging to the US of A-

As Alfred sat back in his comfy recliner, eyes set eagerly on his flatscreen and on which he was currently playing GTA V, he was rather startled as his phone started going off, playing the national anthem- It was the President! Letting himself die before pausing the game, Alfred sat up in his chair and grabbed the apple device before answering.

" Hey, 'sup Mr.Man? " Alfred hummed, scratching his tooth slightly. Normally he and the President were rather friendly with each other, but the tone of the president's voice told him it was urgent.

"Alfred, is Matthew there with you? I have the Prime Minister on the line, and he's calling for a national emergency- There's a massive ice storm wiping through the southern provinces, and he cannot get ahold of Matthew." Alfred, as the President spoke, rushed across the room and into his walk in closet, where he slid off his pajama pants and started to slip on his jeans.

" Sorry sir, I don't know where he is- But I will get ahold of the other countries and see if they know. If he's not at home, then he could be visiting someone... " " Get to it, then. If this is anything like disasters that have hit you, then this is surely bad for Matthew." And with that, the line with the President was gone. Hanging up and going to speed dial, Alfred dialed Arthur, a.k.a jolly old England...If you could really call him jolly.

-In the back garden of the jolly old Brit's house-

Sitting on his back patio, tea in hand as he enjoyed the sunlight, Arthur was surprised by the sudden breaking of silence, all thanks to the sound of Green Day's 'American Idiot'. Cursing slightly as he set down his teacup and picked up his Android device to answer.

"What is it, you bloody git?! Can't a man enjoy his afternoon tea?" He cursed at the damned American, before he interrupted- Though it wasn't a shocker. It was America, after all.

" Iggy, dude, have you seen Matt? He's not at his place and there's this ice storm hammering his south- " Arthur near deadpanned at Alfred's poor choice of words, just like he would deadpan at Alfred's awful life choices.

" Er, no, I haven't... Conference call the other Allies. He has been getting a bit more involved with the affairs, after all....If no one from the Allies know, ask the Axis. " Arthur suggested, before sighing at the quickly rushed 'thanks' that left Alfred, before the bloody bloke hung up.

-In Alfred's somehow organized office (seriously how is his office even organized)-

Plopping down into his big comfy office chair, Alfred quickly turned on his computer, before opening skype up and skype calling all the other Allied countries- All except for Arthur, of course. The only people who picked up, though, were Yao and Francis, or, China and France.

" What do you want, aru? I'm trying to cook here!" Yao practically yelled, the sound of frying food in the background.

Francis, though, seemed much more calm. " What do you need, Alfred? Your frere is always willing to help."

" Is Matt over at either of your guys places? I can't get a hold of him- No one can, and he's not at his place...."

" Why is it so important, aru? Do you have some kind of deal with him or something?" Yao sounded just as annoyed as ever.

" No...There's a huge ice storm hitting the southern parts of Canada, and if it's like any other huge storms..." The other two seemed to know where he was getting at.

" Well, I'm assuming you already checked with Arthur... " Francis had cleared his throat, and the sound of a liquid pouring was heard. No wonder he was so calm.

" Yeah, he hasn't seen him. Have you guys?..."

" No, I haven't. " Francis confirmed.

"Er, no, I haven't, aru... But I did hear that Ivan is getting hit with some storm near his place... Maybe Matthew was visiting Iva-"

Alfred hung up and got up, knowing very well where Matthew was. There was no doubt in his mind about it. Grabbing his jacket and his always packed bag (if he ever needed to rush off to another country), Alfred called up the Prime Minister and the President to let them know he knew where Matthew was.

Matthew was in Russia, and if Alfred was going to swear to anything, it would be that he would save his brother from the Commie bastard before something bad happened.