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, Fantasy X-Over AU

Bunny: Where Are We?

~Thanks to (insert method/object here), America and Canada wake up in another world! Now they (with the help of others) must help save the world in order to get back to their own... and cause some mayhem while they're at it.

(Not a HetaQuest rewrite! Although it is kinda inspired by that...)

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"Ulgh..."

Two forms groaned in unison, slowly returning to consciousness. America was the first to open his eyes, wincing at the sunlight shining down through the trees. For a second he idly wondered where he was, before his memories all snapped back at once. He shot up, wide awake and panicked. "Mattie?"

Another groan from beside him drew his attention, and he was never more thankful to see his brother in his life than at that moment. He carefully shook Canada awake, leaning back to avoid his brother's own panicked reaction.

"Son of a-" Canada cut himself off. "Alfred? You okay?"

"I should be asking you that." America sat back, looking around the small clearing. "...where are we, anyway?"

"..." Canada took in his surroundings as well. "...I... don't know..."

There was a sudden rustling in the bushes, and a... something... jumped out. It was angry, snarling, and had lots of teeth. America's hand automatically reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun, blasting at the thing. It screeched as the first shot went through its chest, then fell dead as the second shot blew its skull open. Silence descended over the area.

"...What the hell was that?" America said faintly. "Because I really don't like the idea of those things existing. At all."

Canada shook his head, slowly creeping over to the body. "I don't know. I haven't seen or heard about anything like this." A cautious foot prodded the body, before he finally bent over to get a look at it.

America moved to join him, gun still in his hand. His eyes constantly scanned the surrounding woods, making sure another surprise wasn't waiting to jump out at them. "Well, at least we know it's not friendly, and that it's not bullet-proof. At this point, that's more than good enough for me."

Canada looked at the gun in his brother's hand. "What kind of gun is that, anyway? It looks..."

"Like Tony's work? Yeah, he's the one who made this for me, and I keep it with me wherever I go as a safety precaution."

He carefully handed the gun over to his brother, who looked it over before blinking in confusion. "Where's the magazine? I don't see a way to load more bullets in here..."

America grinned. "That's the beauty of it – it doesn't need to be reloaded. At all." At Canada's skeptical look, he explained. "I didn't get the whole explanation, but apparently Tony managed to make use of a 'sub-dimensional pocket' in order to provide infinite ammo for this. It's also made out of some kind of bio-metal so it doesn't set off metal detectors."

Canada whistled, impressed despite himself. "Well, that explains why you haven't been arrested for carrying this around yet. How come I've never seen you use it?"

The southern Nation shrugged. "Well, if the others saw it, they'd demand I get them their own 'protection guns', then they'd start World War Three. So... yeah."

Canada winced, knowing that the Europeans were indeed the types to do that, even if they claimed otherwise. "Not to mention China would have you make thousands of those for him to 'pay off your debt'."

America winced at that. "And then he'd probably turn around and take over East Asia. Yeah, it's better to keep it between us."

There was no argument there.

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It took almost an hour of walking through the woods to stumble across a sign of civilization – a simple dirt road. In that time several more monsters (because they honestly couldn't think of anything else to call them) had attacked them, leading to America handing the gun over to his brother while grabbing a large sturdy branch for himself. This decision proved especially useful when three attacked them at once; Canada managed to blast two in the skull while his brother smashed in the last one.

"Aww man," America pouted as he tossed another broken branch away. "I thought branches were suppose to handle this type of thing!"

Canada sighed. "First off, this isn't a video game, so items aren't magically 'invincible', and secondly, I don't think anything was designed with you in mind, Mr. 'I can throw a baseball at the speed of sound'."

America grinned at that. "That was fun, even if the ball fell apart after that. I won so much cash off the others..."

"More like I won it, then you claimed it for yourself once you found out how much was bet against you. Hoser."

"Hey, if I won cash off a bet against you, wouldn't you take a chunk of it?"

"Yeah, a chunk, not all of it."

America was about to retort, but stopped. "Wait, do you hear that?"

Both turned to look at each other, then looked in the direction the noise was coming from. The smell hit them first.

"Oh my god, what the fuck-" Something strolled into sight. It was larger, uglier, and an altogether nastier version of the creatures they'd been fighting not too long ago. "Uh, I think we found the boss."

"This isn't a video game!" Never the less, the two immediately started in on the thing, but unlike the others this thing was much more durable. The bullets were only pissing it off as opposed to dropping it, and after the fifth broken branch with no visible damage America gave up and started in with his fists.

That is, until the thing stopped, screeching in pain.

But hey, fire tended to do that.

As the thing slumped to the ground, still stinking of cooked flesh, the twins turned to the newcomer who had cast the spell.

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((Random Scene))

"It's too far away for me to hit with a spell. We'll have to track it down-"

"Oh fuck no it ain't takin' Mattie!" America growled, looking around. Seeing a large boulder, he grinned and walked over, tearing it out of the ground and, after hefting it a few times to gauge the weight while eying the trajectory, threw it one-handed, cheering when he nailed the flying beast right in the back, sending it spiraling to the ground. He wiped his hands off before running over to where he knew his brother was.

Meanwhile, everyone who had witnessed the superhuman feat of strength were busy trying to process what just happened.

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((Another Random Scene))

"So this is where you two disappeared to." Both twirled to see the familiar white form of Nanuq, glaring at them irritably. "Do you know how long it took to track you down through the lower paths?"

Canada glomped the bear, stopping the imminent tirade as he laughed in relief at seeing his Spirit friend. "I can't believe you actually found us! We thought we were stuck here!"

Nanuq huffed, but allowed the hug. "Yes, well, you know I can't take you through the lower paths. However, I can make sure the others know where you are. Misigi should be able to get a message to them within a day."

America sighed. "Well, it's more than we expected. How long will it take to get her attention?"

"I'm here right now." A beautiful golden eagle sat on a branch above them, amused. "You were saying?"

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((Another Random Scene))

"There's no way he can survive a wound like that! He's already lost too much blood as it is..."

America sighed, before turning back to his 'fatally wounded' brother. "You think you'll be alright, Mattie?"

Canada groaned. "It's already stopped bleeding, but I don't think I'll be able to walk for a couple days. Did I ever mention how much I hate swords?"

"I think you mentioned it a couple times already. Besides, I've got more reasons to hate them than you." He pointedly showed his brother the snapped blade of the latest sword he'd been swinging around. "They just don't make them like they used to..." He sighed in a dramatic fashion, only to be pushed over by a relatively weak shove from the northern Nation.

"No, they just don't make them for people who regularly swing trees like bats. Large trees."

"You have to admit I got Scotland's respect from that. I don't think anyone ever got close to his record before me."

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AN: So I came across this thing called HetaQuest... XD

Honestly, I had a fantasy-ish thing tossed together well before this; I just never got around to actually typing it up until now. One of the fun things about this would be the 'real-world rules' in what would usually be a standard RPG. Fun ongoing jokes would include America breaking all his weapons because he puts too much force behind his swings, or Canada complaining whenever America says 'just like an RPG!'.

Also, yes, I totally justified an infinite-ammo gun... with aliens... in a fantasy x-over. I am freaking awesome. :D Feel free to use it.

So... this can either be a 'make your own adventure' type of thing or it can be a crossover with any fantasy game/show/book/anime/etc. I made sure to be as vague about the monsters as possible, so it works well enough.

If anyone writes this up, they MUST include the boulder scene, because I've never seen it done but I know America would do it. Plus you can imagine everyone's faces when he lobs a boulder (or tree) almost as large as him without a sweat... and with perfect aim. (Baseball – the true American sport! Well, the tree would be caber tossing, but whatever.)

Bunny 8 (Us Against The World) is up as its own story! The next chapter should be out tomorrow!

Read and Review~!