AmeCan Ice Creamery (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: Since I know I have followers who do like AmeCan and those who don't, I've decided that the best solution is to make a new drabble archive to hold all my specifically shippy stuff. AmeCan, Canadacest, and Americacest all included in here.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: 2pCan/1pNyoCan (sort of?), side 1pCan/1pNyoAme, human AU

Kiddie Crush

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"Thank you for agreeing to keep an eye on him on such short notice," Matthew smiled sheepishly at Emilie, quickly shrugging on his jacket. "I don't know why the usual sitter cancelled last minute like that-"

"It's alright," Emilie replied, handing her flustered friend the wallet he'd accidentally shoved into her hands while diving through his pockets for the car keys. "Alex sounds like a sweetheart from what you've told me of him; I'm sure he'll be fine with me for a night."

"I hope so. He's usually shy around strangers, but I told him a little bit about you, so he should be okay." He turned to the stairway, raising his voice. "Ellie, Alex! Emilie's here!"

"Coming!" It wasn't a minute later that Eleanor descended, eyelids dusted blue and cheeks dusted pink despite the hurry she had likely been in to apply it. "Sorry for the wait, Mattie."

"It's fine." He planted a light kiss to the side of her nose. "Where's Alex?"

"Reading in his bed." She returned the favor, turning slightly to smile at Emilie. "Thank you so much for this."

Emilie smiled, waving it off. "It's fine, really - you two go have fun on your date."

The couple stumbled out the door, closing it behind themselves as almost an afterthought. Emilie shook her head in amusement, taking her jacket off with care and hanging it from the coat rack before heading upstairs.

Which door had Matthew said Alex's room was behind again?

The first door she checked revealed the bathroom - helpful, but not what she was looking for. The second door she tried gave her better luck; her friend's eight-year-old son was curled up in the corner of his bed, leaning against the wall as he quietly read what looked to be the first Harry Potter novel.

She pressed her fingers to her smiling lips, strongly considering leaving the boy to his reading. It almost felt like a crime, really, to interrupt him when he was so immersed. She could introduce herself later, when (or if) he decided to come downstairs for dinner.

The door, of course, decided to squeak on its hinges as she slowly closed it again, causing both of them to startle. Alex now stared at her, curling in just a bit more with a slight confused frown. Emilie smiled kindly at him as she opened the door again, hoping he hadn't scared him too badly.

"Hello there, Alex, I'm Emilie. Your usual sitter couldn't make it, so your parents asked me to look after you instead."

"Hello…" Alex murmured, hiding the lower part of his face behind his book.

Matthew wasn't joking about his kid being shy; it was actually sort of cute. "You seem like you're okay with your book right now, so I'll let you keep reading. I'll be downstairs if you need anything, okay?"

He nodded in understanding, watching her as she closed the door. Shaking her head with a huff of amusement, she returned downstairs to where her bag was sitting, digging around in it a bit until she pulled out her own book, The Princess Bride.

(Emilie had loved the movie when her friends had shown it to her, and as was her habit she was now reading the book version of it to see what the differences were. It was a guilty pastime, but one she'd never give up.)

In fact, she hadn't even noticed she wasn't alone in the living room anymore until she'd finished the first chapter; a brief creak drew her attention to the doorway that Alex was just ducking behind.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come downstairs. Did you want dinner?"

Alex peered back into the room after a minute, blushing lightly. " 'm not hungry."

"Oh, alright then," She patted the seat beside her. "Do you want to come sit with me?"

His eyes widened slightly at the offer, flickering from her face to the couch and back before nodding once; only after he'd clambered onto the couch next to her did she notice he was still clutching his book from earlier.

"What part of the book are you at?" Emilie asked, apparently reminding him that he was in fact still holding onto it and making the blush reappear.

"The troll. Harry and Ron just locked it in the room."

"Oh, that's a good scene. Do you like the book so far?"

Alex nodded, holding it close.

"That's good; it's one of my favorite series. I read all the books when they first came out. I hope you like all the other ones too."

"Thanks…" He then noticed her own book, still lying in her lap. "What book is that?"

"This?" Her hand settled onto it. "The Princess Bride."

His nose scrunched slightly. "Is it a romance like dad likes to read?"

She laughed softly. "Sort of, but its also about defeating an evil king who wants to start a war."

Alex looked back to the book with much more interest, and with a smile she held it up slightly.

"Would you like to read it with me?"

"...okay."

By the time she was reading the last paragraph, it had gotten dark, dinner long forgotten in favor of the story. Alex was on the cusp of dozing off, leaning against her with half-shut eyes as he watched her turn the pages as she read. They both started when the front door opened, neither having heard the car pull into the driveway, signalling the return of his parents.

"We're home!" Eleanor called, focused on kicking off her heels in the doorway. "I hope Alex was- oh."

She'd finally looked up to the couch, only to see her son there sitting next to Emilie. The boy curled into himself slightly and waved. "Hi, ma."

"I see you two have been getting along." Matthew came in behind his wife, looking less surprised than her at the development. "Have you had dinner yet?"

"-Oh, I completely forgot!" Emilie placed a hand to her mouth, flushed in embarrassment. "We both just got so absorbed in the book that we lost track of time…"

"I can make you something really fast if you like," Matthew offered.

Emilie shook her head. "It's alright, I should be getting home anyways."

"You sure?" Eleanor glanced from Alex to Emilie. "We'd be making Alex something anyways."

"It's fine, really." She stood up, not noticing the pout Alex was now sporting, although his parents did. "Did you two have a nice date?"

"Oh, it was great! Matt found the nicest place to have dinner down by the park." Eleanor enthused. "How about you two?"

Emilie smiled. "Alex was a sweetheart. We managed to get through all of The Princess Bride."

A raised eyebrow. "That book? I thought he didn't like romance."

"I think he liked it more for the fighting scenes." Emilie grabbed her bag, tucking the book away and pulling it over her shoulder.

"Ah, that makes more sense." Eleanor pulled out her wallet, handing a twenty over to Emilie.

"Oh no, I couldn't-" She started, only to be cut off.

"Alex doesn't hit it off with a lot of people, especially as fast as he has with you. You deserve it." At the look she got, Emilie relented, taking the bill and tucking it away as well.

Alex had joined them at some point, rocking on his heels and biting his lip. Emilie crouched down to be level with him, smiling. "It was nice hanging out with you today, Alex. Maybe I'll be able to come hang out again sometime if your parents ask."

He nodded, hesitating before moving forward to hug her. "Bye, Miss Emilie." He then pulled back, paused, then placed a fast kiss to her cheek before flushing heavily and retreating upstairs.

Emilie blushed in startled amusement, while Eleanor cooed over her little boy's first crush and Matthew shook his head. Definitely an interesting evening.

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AN: First official story for the blog and this archive! Friends who read it was reportedly 'died of fluff'. I believe that's a positive review.

Also, because I forgot to post it at first last chapter, the blog is the-amecan-icecreamery on tumblr. Go check it out!