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: 2pNyoAme2pNyoCan, human AU, selkie!2pAme & 2pNyoAme
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Marie would never dare admit it, but she believed in magic.
She hadn't always been that way - her family had never been very supportive of flights of fancy, and had made it clear to her early on that entertaining such thoughts would be useless when she grew older and needed to find a respectable career. There'd been no bedtime stories growing up, no television time or game consoles - all of them were a waste of time and potential.
Sullenly, she submitted to their lifestyle, though she took a little gleeful pride in the sketchbooks tucked away in a hidden corner of her closet. Each page was decorated with colors and images of whatever caught her eye. It was relaxing, an escape from her otherwise boring life of perfect grades and dull family.
Her favorite place to draw was by the shoreline, her feet dangling over the small cliff that overlooked the rocky beach. She didn't have a chance to slip away here too often, but on those days she could convince everyone she was just studying somewhere else she would grab her sketchbook and dart through the woods to her special place.
None of this contributed to her belief though; not the way her stumbling across a group of what she'd believed were seals on one of her forays out to the private beach had been.
Marie was honestly surprised they hadn't heard her coming, but glad - she'd never seen the creatures outside of book or what rare show she was allowed to watch, and she hadn't realized they lived in the area. Still, it was an opportunity like no other, and without a thought she pulled out her book and began to sketch.
She was focused intensely on her work, enough so that when she next glanced up she was startled to see a person on the beach alongside the seals, none of them seeming to care much about the practically naked boy sunning with them.
She flushed and looked away, wondering how she'd missed hearing him walk up the gravel, because surely he would have caught her if he'd come the same way she had. Wait, was he even from around here? He didn't look like someone she knew - not that she knew many people, but…
Marie risked a glance back, only to see another person had appeared, this one female and just as naked as her - brother? They certainly looked alike with their dark skin and hair. The girl approached quietly, grinning ferally, before tackling the other person and waking him with a yelp. She couldn't help but watch as they wrestled, rolling around on the rocks without a care, before the guy took the opportunity to slip away and leap into the ocean with a grin.
She almost yelled out then - the waters were too cold for people to swim in, especially without any sort of protection - but her voice thankfully died away when a seal bobbed up instead of the boy, seemingly taunting the girl still on the beach. Marie could only watch blankly as the challenge was accepted, the girl diving after without a care.
'Magic isn't real,' She told herself, looking back down to her book with a frown. 'And if it was, you wouldn't be the one to see it.'
She glanced back up to see the siblings back on the shore, both laughing as they flopped down side by side on the rocks. There was no making out what they were saying from here, but whatever it was was hilarious to the two of them, their teasing swats to each other fading as they fell asleep in the afternoon sun.
Her hand tightened around her pencil, reminding her what she'd initially been out here for. Looking between her book and the duo, she bit her lip in thought. She rarely drew people, but - if she didn't do it here, and now, would she be convinced it was all just a dream? Marie was already half-convinced of such, but still…
Her pencil barely touched paper when she heard the faint rustling of leaves, her attention drawn away from her subjects to a spot just down the beach, where she could slowly see someone emerge from the trees. She could feel a slow rage enter her the moment she recognized those shitty Chinese clothes.
'Zhang...' There was no question that that asshole who thought he owned the school was up to something. God, the guy just pissed her off so much, it was a wonder they hadn't come to blows yet.
He was stepping quietly, approaching the duo with the utmost caution. She almost considered yelling to alert them to his presence, but to be frank she didn't want him to rat her out to her family in retaliation. It looked like she'd have to get creative, then…
Marie set her book to the side, standing up and stepping away slightly as he reached the girl. Pausing to see if she woke up, and grinning in his shit way when she didn't, he carefully unclasped the weird cloak-thing she'd been wearing and wrapped it up, pausing again when she moved in her sleep before silently and swiftly walking-
rights towards her. The Canadian grinned viciously, stepping back just a bit farther until she found the perfect ambush spot in a low-hanging branch, just about where his face would be. Pulling it back so that it was out of sight, she held tight, refusing to make a sound as the footsteps started to approach more quickly.
There was some satisfaction in the crack as the branch hit home, his startled face filling her with vicious glee before he was knocked unconscious. Not feeling sorry at all for the blood starting to seep out of his nose, she stepped over and grabbed the cloak-thing from him, kicking his side a few times for good measure.
"That'll teach you to be a sorry fucker…" She gloated softly, turning only to startle back at the pair of amber-red eyes staring straight back at her. "Shit! Don't do that!"
"Give it back." The girl told her, unamused.
"What- oh, this thing? Go ahead, I don't want it." Marie tossed it back without another thought, the girl stanching it from the air and clutching it tight while refusing to remove her now thoughtful gaze.
"You're different from other humans." The girl finally decided, grinning a bit ferally. Before Marie could respond the other girl had pressed forward, planting a kiss on her lips before pulling away with a breathless laugh. "I think I like you."
"Uh-" Was the eloquent response, Marie's face flushing with a myriad of emotions.
"Maybe I'll see ya around, yeah?" With that the girl vanished, disappearing back into the ocean with her brother and the other seals.
Eventually Marie shook her head, kicking the prone form beside her when he groaned before recovering her book and turning to head back home.
Fine, magic might be real, and it might've happened to her, but she was damned if she'd ever admit to either.
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AN: I can't remember what or where the original idea for this came from, only that I'd written down 'selkie twist' and a vague recollection of it involving someone stopping someone else from stealing the sealskin from a selkie and being rewarded for it.
Also, I need to write more 2pNyo babes. There simply isn't enough, and I should be ashamed of not adding more before now.