Bunnies For Your Amusement (Hetalia)
Author: Ashynarr
Summary: A bunch of cute and/or serious story ideas featuring my favorite Hetalia bros – America and Canada! May or may not be pairings depending on story. I guarantee all of these are, if not unique ideas, unique takes on ideas, so come check them out!
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.
Warning: Random Shit, Bros Being Bros, Adorable Baby!America & Canada
Bunny: Time Travel Gone Bad
~America, feeling nostalgic, decides to take a trip down memory lane, and wants Canada to come with him. Canada agrees, not realizing America meant it literally. Now they're stuck in the past trying hard not to change the timeline, which is made all the more difficult when their younger selves won't leave them alone...
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Both Nations stared silently at the remains of what was their only ticket back to their time, neither quite able to process what had just happened. Canada turned to his brother, still blank-faced. "You are dead. I am going to kill you, America, and I'll enjoy every minute of it."
America chuckled nervously, not liking the look he was getting. "Chillax, bro, I can totally fix this... maybe..."
Canada ground his teeth. "We wouldn't be in this situation in the first place if you hadn't insisted on 'going down memory lane', you hoser."
"Hey, you agreed to come with! Don't blame me!"
"I thought you meant we would talk about the past, not steal some of your friend's weird technology and zap us to the early seventeenth century! Why the fuck did you think that this was in any way a good idea?"
"...well, it seemed like it'd be fun at the time..."
"It seemed – you... you..." Canada couldn't find the words that would accurately describe his opinion of his brother in that instant, although they were probably synonymous with 'moron' and 'retard'. So he settled for the next best thing and attempted to strangle him instead.
America screamed (in a totally heroic way) and ran away from the country attempting to kill him. Because for all his bravery, he did in fact remember 1814 and did not want a repeat.
Ever.
What, did you think he never invaded Canada again because they were buddies? Please, Canada's a freaking monster when he's pissed.
Despite the head-start, Canada was quick to catch up and tackle his brother to the ground, pinning him to prevent him from escaping. "Stay still so I can kill you!" Canada growled.
America was frantic. "Mattie I'm sorry please don't kill me I promise I'll fix this just please don't set me on fire again!"
Undeterred, Canada's arm reared back, ready to pummel the other Nation when the nearby grass rustled. Both stopped, silent, and stared in the direction the sound had come from. They were greeted to the site of two young kids dressed in identical white dresses watching them with curiosity. The two pairs stared at each other, neither making a sound.
Eventually America said the thing on both elder Nations' minds. "Well, fuck."
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They had tried moving away from their younger selves, but they remained stubborn in their curiosity and refused to let the older versions out of their sights. After almost an hour, the elder eventually gave up, and before they knew it the younger kids had climbed into the respective laps of the elder two.
"Okay, this is really weird." America muttered, resisting the urge to play with (his? Time travel was hell on language) hair. "I know I wasn't this trusting as a kid until I met England... yet here I – he – is, sitting on my lap even though I'm a complete stranger..."
Canada nodded slowly in agreement, his hands unconsciously playing with his younger self's hair. "What's even stranger is the fact that we're – they're – here together. I don't remember meeting you until England introduced us. I mean, we met back when we were Vinland, but this is well after that..."
America blinked. "Dude, can you even remember any of that? The only thing I have from then is, like, the boats, and that might just be me remembering a movie or something."
Canada frowned, thinking hard. "I think... I remember the vineyards. And a house... that's really all I have." He shrugged.
America sighed, his usual smile missing in favor of a puzzled frown. He looked down at his younger self and asked rhetorically, "You wouldn't have any idea why you're here, would you?"
The young nation-to-be looked up from where he was carefully braiding wildflowers together. "I got this really weird feeling, like I had to be somewhere. I followed it and ran into Kanata, and we kept following it together until we found you." He curled back into the elder's lap. "You feel safe. Like my bunnies..." The child fell asleep in a stunned America's lap.
America met the equally stunned eyes of his brother Nation, whose own younger self had also fallen asleep. Neither said anything for a long moment.
"You don't think..." America trailed off, unsure whether the vague thoughts in his head were making sense of what he'd just heard.
"...that they came to us because we're them?" Canada finished. "The only thing I can think of is that because we represent the same thing, they're trying to... reconnect... to their land."
America nodded slowly. "But what will that do to us? Or them?" His eyes widened in horror. "Oh my god, what if we end up getting sucked back into them, and we're stuck as kids again? Or if they get sucked into us and we're stuck here forever and -" At that point America was working himself into a panic, so Canada reached out and slapped him across the face.
"Calm down, Alfred. Don't you think something would've happened by now if that were the case?"
America took some deep shaky breaths. "...I guess so, bro. I just... what if we screw up? What if we screw us up? We could completely change the timeline and not know it until we got back to find, like, Russia ruling the world or England..."
Canada guessed the rest of the thought, and put a hand on the other's knee. "We just need to be really careful. If we do things right, our younger selves won't remember a thing."
A thought came to the northern Nation. "We can't just go calling ourselves America and Canada, either. They'll wonder why we have the same names, and that's not a question I feel like answering."
America nodded. "Well, we can stick to our human names, since these two don't have them yet. The Nordics never mentioned giving any to us... did they?"
Canada shook his head. "If they did, they never mentioned it to me. Maybe they just forgot them – it was more than a thousand years ago, you know."
"I don't know if they even bothered back then – it's not like people had a way of spreading the news around really fast."
"Well, you – the young you – mentioned young me as 'Kanata'... I suppose they're still using their native names since the Europeans haven't really colonized yet..."
America blinked. "I don't even remember my native name... it's been so long since I've heard it, and England went to a lot of trouble to make sure I didn't think about it..."
"I think it was something like 'Maska'... I heard it from one of the tribes I visit occasionally. It means strong, which seems like an obvious reference to something..."
America nodded. "Yeah, I think I remember hearing that once or twice during my... expansion years." He rubbed the back of his head. "I just figured they were talking about my people in general, not using my name..."
Canada sighed, shaking his head. "Considering what you were doing, I'm not surprised you thought that. The Aboriginals have always been able to tell us apart from normal humans; I think it's because they're a lot closer to the remaining personifications..."
America frowned. "Tell me about it – Cherokee is always so smug about how open she is with her own people while I have to 'hide like a fearful rabbit from the fox'. I really don't like visiting my tribes."
"We might have to soon – we need food and shelter, and right now they're the only ones who can provide it. Besides, all that hasn't happened yet, so we probably won't be chased out."
'Hopefully' was left silently hanging between the two.
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AN: Ahh, plot bunnies. Since I want this out of my head, but don't have the time to write it out as a full story, I leave it here for your viewing pleasure. Once I make a crude outline for these I'll write them, because I want to know what I'm writing instead of just winging it.
This is entirely inspired by some cute pictures I've seen around where Canada and America are chilling with their little counterparts. I can't help it – the two are absolutely adorable no matter the age (although the modern ones can pull off sexy too... but I say too much), and having twice the cute in an image just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
An optional variant on this (that I may write as another bunny) is where the two younger are brought to the future and found by their modern counterparts. It'd have a similar undertone of 'oh crap don't mess up the timeline', but I imagine that the younger two would be getting into quite a bit more trouble in that situation.
In either case, if anyone feels like taking this bunny and giving it a home, I'd love to see what you do with it.