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: 1pNyoAme2pCan, human AU, Indiana Jones themed

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"You got any brilliant ideas for getting out of this one?" Alex asked his companion, who for some reason wouldn't stop squirming so that he could at least get minimally comfortable.

"Shush, I'm working on it." Eleanor moved again, pressing her back against his. "Lean forward a bit, would ya?"

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, but did as she asked, even if was only an inch or two.

Why had he ended up like this again? Oh, right, he hadn't believed her when she said she could handle herself and had followed her on her self-appointed mission, right into a world of madness and Nazis and fuck all else. To be fair, he hadn't recognized her name until one of the leader of the soldiers had all but monologue about his expansive knowledge of her and her father.

Eleanor Amelia Jones, daughter of the famed archaeologist Alfred F. Jones and just as much a brilliant mind in the field as her father. Even bound in rope, she'd still managed to pull off an expression of smug satisfaction and a drawled comeback, all but sneering at his dismissal of her because of her gender.

For some reason, the guy seemed to think Alex was the reason they had actually made it all the way to where, if rumor had it, was the resting place for the Holy Grail. It had taken all of the Canadian's willpower to not burst out laughing at the absolutely absurd idea, as right now it was their enemy's underestimation of her (and overestimation of him) that had given them this chance to escape.

Speaking of which. "Well?"

"Just… about… aha!" He could feel her bound arms tug up, her booted feet mercifully no longer pressed against his back as she maneuvered herself back into a sitting position. "Pops always told me to have an extra knife on me just in case I needed it, and these numbskulls didn't think to check out anything other than my ladies and my ass."

"Yeah, lucky us." Alex could feel the ropes loosening slowly, her awkward angle still managing to work away at them until finally their hands were free - if a bit nicked. "Mind handing that over for a second?"

Eleanor handed it over, but only after a hissed, "Don't make a scene."

Considering it was a wonder the guards hadn't come to check on what they were whispering about yet, he doubted much he could do short of shouting would draw their attention, but none the less he remained quiet as he carefully worked at the ropes binding their arms to their sides. He caught the rope just as it started to fall away, keeping it from thumping against the metal floor of the truck as he passed the knife back to her.

Within a minute they were completely free of ropes, Eleanor rolling her ankles a bit to get rid of some of the pain. "Alright, now we go after that Nazi bastard and show him a thing or two, yeah?"

"Do I have a choice?"

It was obviously rhetorical, but she grinned none the less as she answered. "You're the one who wanted to be the big strong man, and protect me. It's about time you do your dang job and help me out with this."

Alex groaned, really wishing he hadn't been quite so oblivious back when they'd run into each other.

"Oh, c'mon, don't be such a baby. He's probably just gotten there, so if we borrow this truck we should be able to catch up before he gets too far." With a pat on his cheek, she grabbed the remaining rope and peeked out of the back, determining it was safe before slipping outside.

He sighed, shaking his head, before following after. If he got out of this alive, it'd be one hell of a story to tell.

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AN: Whoops and here's an Indiana Jones AU type of deal, only I can't remember shit about the movie since I last watched it like three or five years ago so have this instead. Ellie is a total BAMF throughout this AU and Alex is mostly just along for the ride.

I think this is the only drabble so far I've started in the middle of the plot instead of at the start. Then again, what else could I really do considering the prompt I rolled?