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: 1pAme1pCan, slight AU
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"I hope your recovery goes well, Al." Matthew smiled, finishing the last of the coffee he'd been offered before setting the cup down and standing.
"Thanks, Matt," Alfred stood as well, biting back a wince as his still recovering wounds pinged at the movement. "Hopefully we can keep in touch without anything else causing a mess."
"That'd be nice," The Canadian agreed, walking alongside his brother without being obvious about it until they reached the door. "I was starting to worry you might not make it."
"Psh," The southern twin laughed weakly. "It'd take more than that to get rid of me."
"Mmm, chance pour moi…"
"What was that?" The American frowned, tilting his head.
"Nothing, nothing." Matthew paused in the middle of turning away, looking thoughtfully to his brother. "Oh, before I forget, I have something for you."
Alfred blinked, curious as to what the other Nation could have brought him, before going shock still as the Canadian stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and pulled him into a short, lingering kiss. He didn't even see Matthew's mischievous smirk as he pulled away, too busy trying to figure out what had just happened and whether he was about to burst into flames from how hot his face felt.
"Au revoir, mon lapin!" Matthew turned away, waving lazily over his shoulder as he hummed something upbeat on his way to the front door. "We'll talk later!"
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Later, it turned out, was several years later, when Alfred ended up inviting Matthew down for his centennial party. The two interacted politely together and with the other Nations who had shown up throughout the main event, though the Canadian could see his brother was impatient to talk to him about something.
About what, it wasn't too hard to guess.
Eventually they found the opportunity to step to the side, out of sight and hearing of the rest of the party. Matthew patiently waited for Alfred to finish shifting on his feet and bring up the subject already-
"What did it mean?" The American blurted out, finally bringing his focus entirely on his brother.
"What did what mean?"
"You- the kiss! From when we last saw each other! Remember?"
"Of course," Matthew tilted his head slightly, smiling. "What do you think it meant?"
"I-" Alfred cut himself off with a frown, gaze flickering away briefly to some other memory. "Do you want something from me? Money? Land? Trade agreements?"
The Canadian startled back, wondering where that idea had come from, only to know the answer by the way Alfred hadn't looked back to him yet. "I'm not Francis, Al, any more than you're Arthur. Besides, I can't make trade agreements without Arthur's permission."
"Then what do you want?"
Clearly work was going to be needed, but this would be worth it, he knew even now. "This."
And with that he pressed his lips to Alfred's again, placing his hands on the other's waist as he pulled away. "Just this."
"Just this?" The southern Nation never looked away from his face, and Matthew could swear he saw a glimmer of hope somewhere in there.
"Just this." His hands slid a bit lower, squeezing with an only slightly apologetic smile. "And maybe this at some point, too."
"Mattieee…" Alfred whined, flushed a bit at the gesture.
Matthew couldn't help but laugh before pressing in for another kiss, this one returned in full. "Vous êtes trop mignon, mon lapin."
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AN: I don't even know what this is. I think my writing quality is steadily going downhill, much like my mood lately. It's something at least?
Anyways, fluffy AmeCan stuff. I think this is the same AU as the Just Another Meeting drabble? Yeah same AU. Have your crappy google translate french because I'm lazy.