North American Hurricane (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: In the same vein as Bunnies For Your Amusement, I now bring you my collection of oneshots and short stories featuring the North American twins, America and Canada! Now including non-LJ drabbles.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: Random Shit, Bros Being Bros, Genderbended!Ame and Rus, Rewrite

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By the time Alfred could form a complete and coherent thought again, he'd already retrieved his gun from where it'd fallen to the floor, hands shuddering under its negligible weight while he leaned against the wall. The barrel was pointed vaguely towards the crumpled form of his long-time nemesis Ivan, who had yet to move from where he'd collapsed to the floor.

The American growled, wondering briefly why his body didn't feel right even as the major aches faded away, which seemed to be enough to alert or wake the larger Nation. Through a similar groan of pain to his own, the man slowly got his hands under him, unaware or uncaring of the weapon levelled shakily at him as he forced himself to stand.

Strange, was Ivan always so small looking in that coat?

"Well," A Russian accent, just a pitch too high, murmured in what could have been amusement or weariness. "This is an interesting predicament."

"Yeah, well, that's what you get for coming into my house uninvited and messing with my stuff." Alfred's voice came out no better, giving the younger Nation a sinking feeling even as his enemy finally turned to look at him.

"I believe this is your, ah, companion's stuff, not yours, Amerika." Ivan gave the other Nation a very obvious look up and down. "Though, I must admit the results aren't the worst they could have been."

"Stop looking me over, commie." A fast glance down confirmed that indeed there had been - noticeable - changes to his body, a fast glance back up to the other confirming he likely wasn't alone in them. "You're just jealous you couldn't look this good as a chick."

The Russian simply chuckled, turning more fully towards him while raising a hand towards the flap. "I hardly believe I am the one suffering from jealousy here."

Alfred had to admit, as the coat dropped away, that his enemy wasn't - unattractive. Sure, Ivan as a woman was no less intimidating than Ivan as a man, but there was something a bit… softer that on anyone else he would have been more than happy to indulge in.

But this was Ivan, he reminded himself firmly, raising his gaze back to the other with a bored expression in place. "You make a damn ugly women, hate to say it."

The other Nation, however, did not seemed to be fooled by the bluff, stepping closer and resting a hand on the wall just above his shoulder, and when had Alfred lowered the gun to allow the other so close? "You say that, but your expression tells me quite another."

The American could feel his nerves alight as the other's cold breath brushed his face, sending a shudder of disgust down his spine as his grip loosened further on the weapon, only to retighten with a half-hearted glare. "Fuck you, you commie bastard."

With a positively wicked grin, Ivan leaned forward, until they were almost nose to nose. "It would be my pleasure~"

To his credit, Alfred had intended to shove the other off the second he realized the older Nation's intentions, but his grip on Ivan's shirt simply pulled him close instead of forcing him away, locking their lips together in near-desperation. Damn, was Ivan actually a decent kisse- wait, no bad thoughts, bad thoughts.

Considering his body was clearly no longer under his control and figuring it would be better to roll with it, the American pulled away far enough to growl out, "Like hell I'm letting you top me in anything."

"We'll see," Was all the reply the young Nation got before he was shoved back into the wall, gun forgotten as he pushed back (certainly not closer) against Ivan's body. His entire body felt like it was on fire, his skin itching and demanding friction of some sort and oh was he ever tempted to fly up north to throw himself into the first lake he could find or continue snatching the limitless cool of his enemy's body-

Or, he realized the moment he heard the door open, both of them turning to see Matthew's greeting die on his lips at the compromising position the two were in, he could just have a bucket of ice water horror dumped down his shirt. That worked too.

"Matt, wait-" The door was already shut even as Alfred shoved Ivan off of him, more horrified with the idea of his brother misinterpreting what had just been happening than - well, what had just been happening. Making out with an enemy was one thing, but god forbid the rumors ever reach the ears of anyone else-

Even with a shorter build, Alfred still had the strength and speed to easily catch his brother, pinning him against the wall and panting with the effort of several dozen miles rather than a few yards. It didn't help that his brother's skin was wonderfully cool against his quickly reheating skin, distracting him for a moment before he remembered what he was doing.

"I swear, back there was just- I caught the Ruskie messing around with Tony's things, and I called him out, and he dropped - fuck, I don't even know, I only saw it for a second before it broke - and the next thing I know I look like this and everything's fucking burning and I don't think either of us are in our right minds right now - not that the commie ever was, but-"

"Alright, I get it," The Canadian interrupted, and when had Alfred started leaning so close? The American pulled away, shaking his head to try and clear it with little effect.

"I honestly was figuring you two were about to brawl," Matthew continued, looking a bit sheepish. "I didn't have time to really - see anything other than him pinning you against a wall. I decided I really didn't want to get involved if you two started fighting, so I just left."

"...oh." Now Alfred felt a bit foolish at jumping to conclusions, giving in and letting his head fall against his twin's shoulder. "Fuckin' A, I can't think straight like this…"

"You need some water? Aspirin? A shower?" His brother's hands rubbing circles on his back had never felt so-

"God, yes." Hopefully once he could think coolly again he could figure out a way to reverse this mess or at least make use of it more effectively than he was now.

"You know," Ivan spoke up behind them, causing the twins to shudder in sudden shock at being caught. "There are more… efficient ways to deal with this, as I'm sure you are aware by now."

Alfred shuddered as a cold hand settled on his back near Matthew's, gently pushing him forward and making him much too aware of both bodies next to him-

"Fuck off, commie."

The American could almost feel the smirk, mostly by the way Matthew shuddered against him.

"You first, Amerika."

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AN: So, if you can't tell, this is a rewrite of sorts of Chapter 4 – yes, one of the first drabbles I ever wrote for this fandom, and interestingly posted exactly two years ago from today (July 16th). It's so strange to see how my writing style has evolved since way back then, and I suppose that this is the writing equivalent to those art redraw things you see on the internet sometimes.

Bluh, nowadays I probably wouldn't normally fill a prompt like this, but the challenge was... well, I guess it came out alright. I still haven't practiced writing Ivan, though, so laughs.