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: Icemage AU, 1pAme1pCan, sickening fluff

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"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah."

They sat across from each other crosslegged, knees almost bumping. Alfred rested his hands in Matthew's, palms up, waiting for the mage to go through with whatever thought had struck him.

"I know you don't really get what I'm saying when I try to explain my magic," Matthew told him softly, cool hands lightly gripping the knight's. "And that's not your fault, It's- difficult to explain to someone who doesn't have it."

"I do get it!" Alfred rebuked, though there was little heat behind it. "Sort of, anyways. What's that got to do with this?"

"I realized you work best from your own experiences." He paused, looking up. "Are you sure you trust me?"

The knight smiled, warming something in Matthew's chest. "Duh; you've saved my life how many times now?"

"This is different, though… I've never really - done this before with anyone, so I don't know if it'll work."

"I trust you, Mattie. You'll stop before I get hurt, right?"

"Of course!" Matthew's lips pressed together.

"Then there's nothing to worry about, right?"

He had no choice but to concede at that. "I guess."

The mage closed his eyes, breathed in deep, then drew in his power, slowly, as carefully as he could manage. The air around them cooled, their breath suddenly clouding between them. His hands - and Alfred's - start to glow a pale blue-white, ice starting to form along their sides.

The knight's arms started to shake. Matthew pulled away, but Alfred held on, gazing in wonder at the small film of ice weakly binding their joined hands together. "It's so soft…"

"You lips are turning blue." With that the mage withdrew all his magic back into himself, the air warming again as the late spring reclaimed the world around them.

"Huh? I wasn't really paying attention…" Alfred shivered, his body recovering its warmth now that the intruding chill had gone; Matthew draped the well-used cloak around his shoulders.

"I shouldn't have pushed so far; I'm sorry." The mage apologized, glancing away until a warm hand pulls him back to face the other man.

"It's fine; I didn't get hurt, see? Just a little bit of cold." Alfred's reassuring smile loosened something tight in Matthew, allowing his shoulders to slump in relief.

"...what was it like for you?"

Alfred sat back, clenching and unclenching his hand a few times. "It felt like… I was pushing my hands into a pile of snow."

"Snow?" Matthew had always felt his magic was more like a lake of ice - pretty to look at, but dangerous if one was unwary.

"Mmm." Alfred looked to the west, eyes focused on something far past Matthew's sight. "Reminds me of when I was a kid growing up. We used to get plenty of snow every year, and I would always try to jump into all the big piles of it I could find. I always got sick if I played too much, but it was still worth it, even when mom and dad got all huffy about it."

"Oh." The pale-eyed man had never really thought his sun-kissed companion had ever seen snow before, or played in it for that matter.

Alfred returned to the present, smiling and reclaiming a hand. "...thanks for sharing that with me, Mattie."

"No problem."

For Alfred, perhaps, he could be the gentle snow instead of the bitter ice

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AN: Here's a bit more for my old Icemage AU. God I don't even know how many ways I ship these two anymore – brothers, lovers, best friends, queerplatonic, kiddie crushing...

For this AU, at least, I see them as not quite /romantic/? Like, they're super comfortable with each other and might have little affections like little butterfly kisses or cuddles but it's not like /love/ with all the deep kisses and sex and whatever else

it's... romantic friendship with not so much romance as just close affections?

...am I making any sense with that, or am I just rambling?