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: 2pAme1pNyoCan, human AU

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"What the fuck!?"

Tommy's bag of groceries dropped to the ground, his attention entirely focused on the fact that the front of his house was on fire, when he damn well knew he hadn't left it like that fifteen minutes ago when he'd gone to get the donuts Alex had been complaining were necessary for hockey night.

"Why is my house on fire?" He yelled, voice going up a register as his panic grew, literally watching his life go up in flames.

To the side, Alex, Ivan, and Gilbert were all managing to look extremely guilty as they looked anywhere but at the shrieking American or the house they'd set aflame whilst trying to cook under the influence.

This tactic only worked for a few minutes before Tommy twirled on them, the flickering of the fire managing to make him look even fiercer with the snarl. "Which of you assholes did this?"

Both Ivan and Alex instantly pointed to Gilbert, who startled before shouting defensively, "They're the ones who wanted me to make popcorn on the stove!"

"You were doing what?" All three flinched, looking for a way to escape that wasn't past the quickly approaching American.

The taller two of the three decided that that way was by sacrificing the third to Tommy's wrath; Gilbert quickly found himself shoved into the brunet's fist while his traitorous allies in crime fled the scene. Not willing to accept the beating (even if well earned), he started punching back, sending the two into an all out brawl even without the argument over whose team was better.

By the time the ambulance and fire trucks arrived, both of them had broken noses, at least one black eye apiece, and several bruised ribs.

"Hey, stop that you two!" One of the paramedics latched onto Tommy's shoulder, pulling him away from Gilbert, who was in turn being dragged away by an unhappy brunette.

"Fucker's why my house is burning down in the first place," The American grumbled as he was pushed out of the way of the firefighters and seated on the sidewalk.

"And here I thought I was going to be dealing with burns, not a fistfight," The woman mused, finally stepping in front of him as she crouched down to look closely at his injuries.

And damn did she look good. Tommy's grin was cut off by a wince as she started cleaning off the blood from his face. "Yeesh, gentle much?"

"This is gentle," The medic told him, dabbing at another patch of blood. "You're just tender from getting beat up."

"I kicked his ass," Tommy corrected. "He just got in a few lucky punches."

"Of course," She graciously conceded, though her wry smile told another story entirely. "Are you hearing any sort of ringing noises?"

"Nope."

"Are you experiencing spotty vision or dizziness? Shortness of breath?"

"Only when looking at you, babe," He replied, only to wince at the short jab to his rib he got in reply.

"No hitting on on-duty personnel," She told him, giving him a firm glare that had him backing down enough to finish cleaning off the blood. "It looks like you don't have a concussion, and you don't need stitches or a cast, so you won't be going to the hospital today, lucky you."

"Hey, Em," One of the cops came over, glancing down at the two of them. "Is he available for a statement yet?"

"Just about," The newly named Em replied. "I'm making sure he doesn't have any broken ribs."

"Alright, I'll be back for him in a bit; we're trying to get the names of the other two involved in this from the other guy, but he's not talking."

"Alexander Danson and Ivan Braginski," Tommy inserted with a scowl at the reminder. "Fuckers tried cooking on my stove half-drunk."

"Right," The cop gave him a look. "That should help us track them down. You have any idea where they might be?"

"Probably hiding at Alex's place over on Wilson. Maybe ten minutes from here on foot."

The cop nodded and left, leaving the two on their own again for the moment.

Em eventually commented with, "You sound a bit bitter."

"Jerks burned down my house, what do you expect?" He complained. "They also completely ruined hockey night, and there's no way I'm ever letting them near my house again."

"You watch hockey?" The medic asked, standing up.

"Yeah, they got me into it," Tommy shrugged. "Why're you surprised?"

"You just don't look the type to watch it," She replied as she stood up. "I get off at seven, by the way?"

"Huh?" Tommy blinked up at her, losing his scowl.

She shrugged. "I have the game recording at home; I figure it can't hurt to watch it with someone instead of on my own."

Tommy grinned even though it stretched several bruises uncomfortably. "Anyplace you wanna meet up?"

Em hummed thoughtfully. "The Chinese place downtown; it's not far from my apartment. You're paying, though."

"I can live with that," The American agreed, grin never dropping.

No way he was gonna turn this chance down.

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AN: Looks like this place is just gonna end up a twice a week update. One for tumblr prompts, one for my own. Anyways, enjoy this week's tumblr prompt, which was 'emergency services'. Someone needs to call an ambulance, cause Tommy's gonna be heartsick really soon.