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: 1pNyoCan2pNyoCan, human AU

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Emily loved winter more than any other season. Winter meant blankets of snow covering the yard and woods, meant colorful lights on all the houses she drove by, meant gingerbread and hot cocoa and warm crackling fireplaces. Even the cold bite of morning was lovely in its own way, waking her up just as much as the cup of coffee she had in the mornings before work.

Of course, winter did have its downsides. The snowstorm stranding her in the Toronto Airport, for example.

Emily sighed, kicking her feet out from her seat at what had been her flight's number before it'd been delayed for who knew how long. A lot of the other passengers had disappeared, probably to get dinner or find a place to lie down or, if it were possible, to go find a hotel for the night since the storm didn't seem to want to let up anytime soon.

She put her phone down with a sigh - there was no getting through to anyone to let them know she was delayed. Thankfully she'd been on her way back from her annual visit to family, so she wasn't leaving anyone waiting, but it was still frustrating to not be able to get in contact with anyone, or even access the internet.

The woman across from her, engrossed in whatever game she was playing on her phone, didn't seem to be suffering from the same issue. Lacking a book to entertain herself, Emily figured it was worth a shot to try and start a conversation. "Hey, what game are you playing?"

For a brief minute, Emily thought the woman hadn't heard her, but a flicker of a glance in her direction caused her to dip her head briefly.

"...Candy Crush."

"Really?" Emily perked back up. "Can I watch?"

The woman didn't respond right away, looking Emily over instead, before gesturing to the seat next to herself. Emily took the offer, flopping into the seat and looking to the screen. "How far are you?"

The woman pointed out the menu, which had her far ahead of where Emily had gotten in the game. This caused her to pout, the other woman huffing in laughter as she started the next level.

"You're good at this," Emily complemented after a few minutes.

"I've had all afternoon to practice," The woman replied wryly, cutting the final string and sending the candy to its destiny.

"That probably helps a bit," Emily agreed. "I'm still hopeless with it, though; I just can't get the timing down on the harder levels."

"Sucks to be you then," The woman shrugged, starting the next level. "What's taking you west?"

"Huh?" Emily blinked, before realizing she was talking about the flight they'd both been waiting on to Vancouver. "Work. Just heading back from visiting family. What about you?"

"Same. About the visiting family; I'm still looking for a job, and I figured I'd go somewhere warmer that's still in Canada."

"Oh, good luck with that. It's a pretty place, especially in spring."

"So I've heard," The woman finished the level, looking back to Emily for the first time in a while before offering a hand. "Marie Delacroix."

"Emily Walkins." She replied, taking the offered hand. "And I know this is sudden, but do you want to go get dinner? I don't think our flight's going to be happening tonight as it is…"

Marie raised an eyebrow, but the small smile showed no offence. "Eh, that's fine with me, I was starting to get hungry anyways. Did you want to get something here, or brave the storm in a taxi?"

Emily hummed in thought. "I guess try here first, then see if the storm's lightened up a little before we try that."

"Sounds like a plan." Marie nodded, pushing herself up from her seat and tucking her phone back into her bag, Emily doing the same.

In the end, it took more than twenty minutes for them to find a directory, agree on a restaurant, and finally make their way their, but thankfully the place was still open, as well as devoid of the dinner crowds that'd already passed through. By the end of the meal they'd exchanged phone numbers, as well as a promise to get together in the future sealed with the shyest of kisses.

Overall, not a bad way to wait out a snowstorm.

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AN: Here's this week's update – nothing super special, I guess, but its cute lesbian fluffs, and the world needs more of that. Yeah, more RVP, I'll get back to Americest and AmeCan soon. I just go with what the randomizer gives, okay?