The Rare Pair Files (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: Since there are a lot of rare pair that are, well, rare, I decided to dedicate a little side collection of all the ones I write from here on out, however often I end up doing so. Most America or Canada centric pairings.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: Fluff. Absurd amounts of it. And AmeUkr.

Note: Iryna (Irunya) Chernenko is Ukraine's human name (last name is Braginskaya in human AU). This is based off Hima's preferences for names (and yes I looked at those myself. I like it, alright?)

Rare Pair Week [Part 1]

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

*AmeUkr comfort after a nightmare*

Iryna woke to a dark room, momentarily confused as she tried to remember where she was and what had woken her, as this was certainly not her house.

There was the meeting, and she and Alfred had met up after to go to dinner, then…

Ah, that was right, she'd agreed to spend the night with him since their schedules were both open. That still didn't tell her why she'd woken up, though.

A noise behind her, too soft for anyone who hadn't raised children to hear. Wide awake now, she sat up and turned to her bedmate, who from the looks of things had not been sleeping as peacefully as she had. His head shifted back and forth slightly, fists tight around handfuls of sheet.

"Fredja…" Iryna hated seeing him like this, just as much as she'd hated her sibling's nightmares when they'd lived together. She leaned over, grasping his shoulder to wake him up-

Faster than she'd expected a strong hand snapped around her wrist, a wild gaze blindly staring back at her. She momentarily forgot how to breathe, mind thrown back to when those eyes were crueler, darker-

"I- Irunya?" And like that the memory was gone, both of them in the present again. Her wrist was quickly released, allowing her to rub some blood flow back into it while Alfred determinedly looked anywhere but her. "Sorry about that…"

"It's fine." Her hand returned to his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it was nothing, really." His gaze returned to hers, quietly asking her to not press further.

With a quiet sigh she conceded - she could always ask when the dream wasn't so fresh in his mind. "Do you want something to eat?"

Alfred shook his head. "Nah, too tired. Maybe when it isn't two in the morning…"

"Alright." She settled back under the covers, scooting close so she could press her back against him. After a moment he rolled to face her, arms settling around her waist and breath pressing her hair down.

"Night…" He mumbled into her hair.

"Dobranich..." She replied, her hands resting against his.

For now, this would be enough.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Their first Thanksgiving is awkward; after all, this was the first time both their immediate families had met since the wedding, and now they were expected to eat together while knowing little about each other.

Natalya doesn't speak a word to anyone other than her siblings, Ivan and Matthew seem to be having a silent glaring contest after someone was unfortunate enough to bring up hockey, and Arthur and Francis had long disappeared to do things Alfred didn't want to think about.

Iryna places an apologetic kiss to his cheek, along with a promise that her family would be much better behaved come Christmas time; Alfred couldn't promise the same, but he could at least make sure the alcohol would be kept to a minimum so as to avoid anything worse.

~0~0~0~0~0~

*AmeUkr family meeting*

Alfred's the first one to tell his family about his girlfriend. He'd been considering proposing to her first, but he'd wanted to be sure she could handle his family before she was stuck with them for the rest of her life.

(She'd laughed at that, saying that if anything she was the one who should be worried for him when it came time to meet her younger siblings.)

Two things had kept him from bringing her around before now besides that, though-

One, it'd kept slipping his mind in the past couple of months they'd been together and getting to know each other. And two…

"Bienvenue! C'est fait trop longtemps* - and who is this with you?" A charming grin was directed at Iryna, who flushed lightly at the attention.

"I know, I've just been really caught up with things lately. This is Iryna, my girlfriend."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bonnefoy." Iryna greeted.

Alfred didn't think he'd ever seen his French father as surprised as he was then. "Quoi? Girlfriend? And you never thought to bring her over before now?"

And with that the two were shooed in, Francis chattering away in fast French while he directed them to the living room.

"You two stay right there, I simply must make something to celebrate!"

Alfred laughed softly once the older man had disappeared, turning to Iryna with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, that's papa for you. He's pretty cool usually, but he's been hoping for me or Matt to bring someone home for forever."

"He seems nice." Nothing for Alfred to be worried over, anyways.

"Just wait until he corners you." The American grimaced. "He used to be a cop before he decided to open his pastry shop - he's super protective of the rest of us."

Iryna smiled, placing a kiss to his cheek. "It should be alright - I don't have anything to hide."

"Just warning ya now."

"What's this about a girlfriend, Alfred?"

Both of them turned to look in the doorway, where Alfred's other father was now standing. The Brit's gaze slid from his son to the other, face softening slightly.

"Ah, hey dad, this is Iryna."

"Hello, Mr. Kirkland." She greeted.

"Hello to you as well, Miss. I hope my son hasn't been too much of a pain in the arse to you."

Alfred's cry of denial was covered by her laugh. "I promise he's been nothing but sweet to me, sir."

Arthur grinned lightly. "I suppose that's one thing he hasn't muddled up, then. Hopefully he has the sense to hold onto you."

"Wow, love you too, dad."

"Alfred, Arthur, aidez moi pour un minute s'il te plait.**" Francis called from the kitchen.

With a groan, Alfred rolled off the couch, placing an apologetic kiss to her nose. "Be right back."

"Are you sure I can't help?" She asked, starting to get up, but he shook his head.

"Kitchen isn't that big, and I'll probably only be there for like a minute tops."

"Alright." Iryna waited for the two to enter the other room before pulling out her book. She'd only made it through a few pages before the couch beside her dipped again.

"Sorry about that, babe. Pops needed some help with mixing some things."

"It's fine." She didn't look up from her book, although she frowned lightly at the slightly - off tone to his words. When his hand settled onto her thigh, she knew something was wrong even before she finally looked up into eyes that were just a shade too dark.

Alfred returned just in time to see his twin, mysteriously dressed in a near-matching outfit to his own, cussing in French while trying to breath through his mouth thanks to Iryna casually pinching his nose shut. His cackling laughter at the sight prompted her to look up from her chastising, smiling at her actual boyfriend's amusement. "Does your brother do this often?"

"Only when he thinks he can get away with it. He's more of a flirt then pops, the jerk, and he uses my face to do it."

"I see." She released his nose, standing up to move next to Alfred while Matthew rubbed at the abused area. "I suppose he didn't realize I know you very well by now?"

"He probably does now." The American's grin was only matched by his brother's pout. "Oh, that reminds me, lunch is done."

With a small laugh Iryna followed her boyfriend into the dining room, hoping lunch would prove to be as interesting as the first meetings had proven to be.

[*Welcome home! It's been far too long.]

[**Alfred, Arthur, could you come help me for a moment?"]

~0~0~0~0~0~

*AmeUkr magical girl Iryna*

It's the sound of car horns and screaming that grabs their attention, interrupting the casual discussion Alfred and Iryna had been in the middle of while they were eating lunch. A fast look out the cafe window showed several of those smaller monsters that'd been harassing the city lately causing havoc, throwing cars every which way and scaring the populace.

It was a small miracle someone hadn't been hurt yet from the looks of things.

Iryna stood quickly, biting her lip in a mix of worry and frustration at a very nice date being interrupted yet again. Really, one of these days she would sit some of those long standing villains down for a nice long chat about courtesy. "I'll be right back."

Alfred glanced over to her, grinning slightly. "Don't take too long."

"It will only be a minute." With that she quickly made her way to the bathroom before transforming into her battle outfit (which, no matter what the others joked, was actually very modest and comfortable). She snuck out the back door, reading her staff before quickly darting into the fray.

Alfred, meanwhile, sat back with his drink, watching the battle with a casual air reserved for someone who was used to this. Which he was, though not for the reason he claimed. He'd told his friends (and girlfriend) that he simply happened to always be nearby when all the action was happening, so he was more excited than scared to see what he called 'the most awesome superhero ever' in action.

In reality, it was because he knew his girlfriend would take care of things well before he or anyone was in critical danger. Yes, he knew that Dame Freya was actually Iryna, although to be fair it'd taken him a month or so of dating her to realize it.

He'd considered confronting her about it once he'd realized it, but he figured there were reasons she hadn't said anything about it and decided to simply let her tell him in her own time. Meanwhile, he'd cheer her on while also continuing to be the sweet, protective boyfriend she enjoyed spending time with.

(Alfred found it absolutely hilarious that even though they both claimed he was the stronger of the two, she was clearly the one who could kick his ass any day of the week without even mussing her hair.)

With a final blast of ice the last of the monsters was gone, and with no appearance of their master Iryna assumed that the man wasn't going to show today. All the better for her, as that meant she could still salvage the afternoon. She snuck back into the bathroom and changed back to her normal outfit, sitting back down at the table. "Did I miss anything? It looks like the monsters are gone now."

"Yeah, Dame Freya showed up and kicked their asses! Too bad you weren't here to see it."

"Maybe next time." She hedged, relaxing at the friendly laugh as their conversation slowly resumed.

One of these days she'd tell him, she decided. But for now, normalicy was appreciated in as chaotic a life as she lived.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~0~

AN: I am ashamed of myself. I promise to write more of this pair because there's so little of it, then I forget to go through with it? Shame on me.

Anyway, here are the first three days of drabbles for you all to enjoy. More to come during the next four days.