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: 1pNyoAme2pNyoCan, human AU

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Marie was melting on the couch, arms and legs splayed as she lay in the middle of several strategically placed fans, desperately trying to stave off the heat still seeping in from outside despite all attempts otherwise. Stripped down to only a tanktop and panties, the Canadian was cursing out her girlfriend for wanting to come down to Florida in the middle of the freaking summer just because she hadn't been to Disney World in ages and oh my gosh Marie you have to visit at least once the place is literally the best thing ever!

Damn her and her cute perky grin and ass. Marie groaned, feeling her arm stick to the fabric briefly as she lifted it to wipe some of the sweat from her face. Next year they were going to Alaska where it was sanely cool.

As if summoned by her dark thoughts, Eleanor bounded into the room without a care in the world, dressed up in an outfit the Canadian would definitely appreciate more if she wasn't so occupied. "Oh man, you should have come with me to the store today, because this one family came through with their dog and it was literally the cutest thing ever and I got to pet it and say hi and it was really awesome!"

Marie turned her head just enough to give her grilfriend a look, which as always was completely ignored as the American went on. "You know, when we get back to Toronto we should so get a pet, maybe like a big fluffy one we can cuddle in the winter."

"We are not getting a pet," Marie instantly shot down, more out of her current misery than genuine distaste for the idea.

"Oh," Eleanor finally drew out of her little bubble of bliss to look at her girlfriend, lips curving down. "You don't look so hot."

"If that's supposed to be a pun, I'm gonna smack you," The Canadian replied heatlessly.

"If you do that then I won't give you your present," Eleanor shot back, sticking her tongue out before glancing down to go through the small refrigerated bag she'd brought in with her.

Marie frowned. "My birthday's next month last I checked."

"Well duh, I know that, silly. I got you something else," The blonde replied, grinning in triumph as she pulled the small ice cream carton out. "I saw this on the shelf and knew you'd want it while your cousin's not around to steal it."

The Canadian paused, eyes glistening just a bit at the personal sized carton of Moose Tracks ice cream. "You are the best girlfriend."

"I know, right?" Eleanor laughed, handing it over along with a plastic spoon and waiting for her to sit up before settling onto the couch beside her with a small carton of Mint Chocolate Chip. "Besides, today's the perfect ice cream day, but with all the ice cream places packed I figured it'd be nicer to just have it here."

"Mmmm," Marie mumbled around a large bite, swallowing before laughing. "Probably your best idea yet since we got here."

"Hey, I've been trying to keep your heat phobia in mind, jerk," She teased, nudging the other's leg with her own. "Why do you think I didn't drag you out today?"

"Because you forgot?" The Canadian teased back, raising an eyebrow. "And don't act like you didn't wimp out the second you went skiing for the first time. I distinctly remember you swearing and claiming global warming would end the threat of icy cruelty once and for all."

"Well, how about shut up," Eleanor mumbled around her spoon, drawing a cheerful laugh from Marie.

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AN: The joke is that the blog / story is called 'The AmeCan Ice Creamery' and this is a story about ice cream. Yes, I am absolutely hilarious, I know. But yeah, lesbians and ice cream and summer heat, excellent mesh right here.