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: AmeIta, Canmano, Nyotalia

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The two women stared each other down, determination burning in their eyes. This was the moment where, once and for all, their battle for dominance would be settled in one of their favors.

"I've got this in the bag," Eleanor taunted, sweat beading down her face and neck as she grinned wildly.

"You wish," Emily shot back, grinning just as fiercely from behind her own mask.

At some unspoken signal they slammed together, their hockey sticks clashing as they tried their best to get the puck out from control of the other. It only took a few seconds for it to shoot off from between them, the two shoving apart to go after it.

Emily reached it first, spinning and driving her stick into it with as much momentum as she could manage, sending it down the rink past her sister and grinning at the minor loop it threw the other woman for. Eleanor didn't remain fooled for long, driving past to claim it before the other Nation could take control again and sending it on a wild shot down the rink.

It ricochet off one of the side posts before hitting the net, leaving the American to cheer as she slid backwards into the far wall with a breathy laugh. "Victory is mine!"

"Tabernac," Emily swore, pulling off her helmet as she skated over, shoving her sister in the shoulder before offering a hand. "I thought I'd get to it first."

"That's what you get for being cocky," Eleanor grinned back, grasping the hand for a minute before letting it drop. Turning to the stands, which were mostly empty, she waved while laughing. "Hey, did you see me kick ass?"

"You did great!" Tullia cheered, bouncing up from her seat and clapping while her older sister Chiara rolled her eyes, but both of them were smiling as their girlfriends skated over to the doorway leading out of the rink.

"What, no cheers for me?" Emily pouted as she and her sister put their blade covers back on before making their way up the steps.

"I thought Canadians were supposed to be the good ones at hockey," Chiara quipped, getting up to meet the Canadian halfway before pressing a kiss to her cheek, her nose wrinkling after as she shoved away. "You stink; take a shower already."

"Rude," Both Emily and Eleanor responded at once, sharing an amused look before the southern Nation turned back to Tullia.

"You don't mind the smell, right?" The American asked innocently, leaning in for a smooch and grinning as she got it.

"Of course not," The northern Italian replied, almost offended, before grinning herself. "But you might get kicked out of the ice cream shop later!"

"Yeah, yeah," Eleanor stuck her tongue out. "Be mean to your own girlfriend, I see how it is."

"They're so mean to us, aren't they?" Emily replied, wide eyes just beginning to sparkle with tears. "How did we end up with such cruel people?"

"Hey, you're the ones who asked us out," Chiara sighed, pressing another kiss to Emily's cheek before grabbing her hand. "You only have yourselves to blame for all this, but if it makes you feel better, I'll pay for it this time. But only this time, you got it?"

"Yay!" The other three girls cheered, pulling the southern Italian woman into a group hug despite the sputtering protests. Eleanor and Tullia were the first to disengage, Emily lingering a moment longer before pulling away, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's cheek before turning back to her sister.

"We should hurry if we want to clean up before it gets too much later," She tilted her head over to the locker rooms, which also had showers they could use before leaving.

"Righto," The American nodded firmly, turning to her girlfriend and picking her up in a bridal style hold, smooching Tullia to muffle the protest. "Let's get going!"

Emily and Chiara exchanged exasperated looks before following, knowing that as crazy as their sisters were, they wouldn't trade them for the world.

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"My turn, my turn!" Eleanor bounced in her seat, looking to her girlfriend expectantly.

Tullia laughed, dipping her spoon into the slowly melting chocolate scoop of their sundae and offering it to the younger woman, who leaned over to close her mouth around it with a satisfied hum. "This was a great idea."

"Of course it was," The American beamed, licking at a stray drip from the corner of her mouth but only smearing it. "I came up with it after all!"

"You missed a spot," The Italian women grinned before leaning over, pressing a long kiss to the side of Eleanor's lips just to lick away the last trace. "There!"

The two burst into soft laughter, their sisters across from them content to leave them be as they occasionally traded bites of their own post-hockey treats.

"You always get the sweetest thing on the menu," Chiara complained after another bite, though the tease of her lips removed the bite from the words.

"It just seems silly to get ice cream and not get the sweetest thing on there," Emily protested, though she was smiling as well as she took her own bite of her ice cream. "Besides, yours isn't much better."

"It's perfectly normal, thank you," The Italian woman huffed, tilting her head up to better look down on her Canadian girlfriend before dropping the silly act via a poke to her stomach. "Hey, that's cheating!"

"You started it this morning," Emily teased, waving her fingers tauntingly, as if planning her next strike. "I'm just getting my revenge while you can't escape."

"Noooooo," Chiara moaned, turning to the other two who had stopped their playing around to watch them with withheld laughter. "Don't let her do this to me!"

"I would, but that might knock over the ice cream," Eleanor replied innocently.

"And that would be such a waste!" Tullia finished, looking almost upset at the thought except for the grin she had completely failed to drop.

"Hey there, ladies," Came the last thing any of them wanted to hear from the table next to them; their humor drained away as they turned to look at the guy who'd spoken to them, sitting next to his buddies and almost leering over at them. "What brings you here?"

"Clearly the deep seated desire to be bothered by jackasses like you," Chiara replied dryly, turning back to her ice cream and taking a pointed bite.

"Hey now, don't be like that!" One of the other men complained, staring towards Eleanor's assets. "We just want to make nice."

"Do any of us look like we're interested?" Emily shot back. "Even if we were single, we wouldn't talk to creeps like you."

The men bristled, looking ready to start insulting them, but the guns Eleanor casually laid out on the table just where they could see, right alongside Tullia's flat glare and the other two's unimpressed looks, convinced them to back down for the moment.

"Where did you even hide those?" Chiara muttered in distaste, watching as the guns were tucked back where they came from. "Everything you wear is practically skintight."

"Trade secret," Eleanor winked, grinning smugly as she sat back. Tullia used the opportunity to snuggle up to her girlfriend, humming in satisfaction about the excellent day they'd all had together.

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AN: Hey, lookie here, an update! And yeah, I decided to do Nyotalia for this one because a) fandom needs more lesbians that aren't just the main Hetalia ships with boobs, and b) I rolled nyotalia drabble on my randomizer and said 'what the heck' and did it.

I'm slowly working through the requests, not to worry! I just have a lot of other things on my plate too which makes for slow updates on any one piece whoops.