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. Mostly America or Canada centric pairings.
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.
Warning: AmeHun, canonverse
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"It's an important social event, Alfred," The American grumbled under his breath. "You can't keep skipping it to play video games."
Like every other time one of these big international balls was held, Arthur had not so discretely bothered Alfred about going to them to socialize and work on bettering relations with the others. And, like almost every other time before now, Alfred had attempted to squirm out of going, either through sudden vacations, emergency paperwork, or in one case an alien kidnapping Tony had been willing to stage for him.
"I don't care if you find it boring, you're going to this one whether you like it or not."
However, none of those had worked this time, mostly because Arthur had cheated and recruited the First Lady into getting him to come. With that in mind, it wasn't hard to see why he'd resolutely thrown himself into one of the seats in the corner as soon as he'd gotten all pleasantries out of the way. If it had been any other kind of party he'd be more than down from socializing, but the International Balls could honestly be called International Bores for how uninteresting they were.
"And you'd better show up in appropriate attire, or I will be having words with you."
The music was always classical, which he could tolerate in fifteen minute chunks, but ten hours was way past his limit. No one was up for chatting about anything other than politics and economy since they didn't want to annoy their bosses who were also there. To top it all off, the food was always that collection of little bite sized snacks with all the fucking weird ingredients that tasted like it was made of wax.
Ulgh.
"It's not like these events are a waste of time or anything," Alfred continued to mock his older brother under his breath, having long ago twirled his chair around so he was slumped backwards on it. "Or that Alfred might be avoiding them because he doesn't feel like dealing with politicians all the damn time. No, that couldn't possibly be the case."
"Having fun over here?"
The American yelped and jumped, almost falling backwards off his seat before catching himself. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"I hardly think I was sneaking," Erzsebet pointed out, leaning back against the wall beside him while holding back laughter. "You were the one busy talking to yourself."
"Yeah, well, shutup." Alfred muttered, slouching back into his seat with a sigh. "Why're you even over here and not hanging out with the others?"
"Officially, it's because I told Arthur he was probably the last person you wanted to see right now and that I'd rather avoid having part of the building destroyed when you throw a table through the wall."
"That was one time, and I still blame Gilbert for scaring me." Alfred flushed.
She snorted in amusement. "I think we all figured that when we saw him huddled on the floor after you threw the 'haunted table' out the window."
"What's the unofficial reason then?"
Erzsebet hummed. "You don't think you're the only one bored out of their minds here, do you?"
"No," Alfred shook his head. "I figured there were a few others. I just figured no one else wanted to admit to it."
"Trust me, everyone would be happier without these, I think," She waved a hand out to the crowd. "Unfortunately, this is one of the only places we can get certain Nations to talk to each other without them immediately fighting, so we have to keep having them until everyone's dead or we've somehow achieved world peace."
"Twenty bucks on which one it'll be." The younger Nation offered with a chuckle.
"No bet. I can't even imagine some of these people ever getting along without adult supervision." She shot back.
"You mean like you and Sorin?" He teased.
"...point." Erzsebet conceded with a hinted blush.
"I still don't see why it always has to be like this, though," Alfred complained, waving out to the room. "Like, can't you vary up the music at least, or maybe have something made with foods normal people can recognize and digest?"
"It's the only thing everyone agrees they won't fight over, sadly; we actually tried electronic one year, and we didn't even get twenty minutes in before Yao and Arthur got into a row over whose artists were better that ended with a ten Nation brawl."
"Yeah, I think I heard about that from Mattie, actually," He nodded thoughtfully. "I thought it was like an after-party thing, though, not the actual event."
"Doesn't Ludwig wish?" She glanced back to the rest of the room, gaze flickering around before a satisfied grin broke across her face. "Good, no one's looking."
"Wha-" Was all Alfred had time to say before she grabbed his arm, tugging him out of the chair and through the side door near them. He blinked several times before he realized she'd shut the door behind them, sighing with relief as her back pressed against the wood.
"It'll take them a few minutes to realize we're gone. What do you say we get out of here before anyone starts looking?"
"I think I like your style," The American grinned. "Lead the way, since this is your place and all."
"You're too kind," Erzsebet replied with her own grin, grabbing his hand to lead him down the hall towards the exit. "I know the best gay bar they'll never think to look at..."
Alfred felt a bit in over his head at those words, but trusted she knew what she was doing.
(At the least, anything had to be more interesting than this.)
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AN: Right, so after four score and twenty years, I'm finally getting back around to updating this, whoo! Someone requested AmeHun, so that's what I got to first, but I WILL get to other requests in the order I get them, alright?
(There may possibly be a second part to this sometime soon, but for now I'm sorta needing to get to other things before I forget.)