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: DenAme, canonverse

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"Are you alright?" Mathias asked after the meeting let out, resting a hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"Just tired," The American replied, not wanting to admit to also having a persistent headache since he'd woken up that morning and only made worse by the raised voices of the others as they debated the latest European trade shifts. "Probably gonna head back to the hotel early."

"You looked pretty out of it during the meeting," The Danish man noted, stepping back so Alfred could push himself up from his seat. "Sure you don't wanna hit the town this evening?"

"Nah, sorry," Alfred apologized, making his way out while the older Nation kept pace easily. "I know you wanted to spend some time hanging out, but…"

Mathias shook his head. "It's fine; we can still hang out even if it's just in your room instead."

"Are you sure? I'm probably just gonna fall asleep or something." Which was even possibly true, considering he was rather exhausted powering through the day so far. He just needed an asprin first, and maybe a hug.

"Then I'll get to take lots of pictures of you and look at them later when I get home." Mathias teased, bringing his hand up to rest on Alfred's waist and pull him into a light hug when the American stepped a bit closer.

"Jerk," Alfred replied heatlessly, small grin on his face. "Always taking advantage of me like that."

"That's the least of what I do to you," The Danish man grinned fiercely, allowing himself to be tugged after his boyfriend into the hotel they were staying in for the week. "And besides, I wouldn't have a phone if you didn't like me having those pictures on me."

"More like I'll get in trouble with the boss again," Alfred shot back, though they both knew he'd do it anyways if he really wasn't happy with the situation.

"Of course," Mathias agreed, hitting the button on the elevator after they stepped inside and waiting for the door to close before turning and placing a lingering kiss to the side of Alfred's mouth. "Headache?"

"Huh?" The American asked smartly, blinking and turning to look at the other man.

"You made the same face when we left the building as you do after a night with Arthur and Gilbert at the bar. I don't remember you being out with me last night, though."

Alfred grimaced at being caught out as the doors opened again on their floor, stepping out before answering. "I think it's a cold or something - room was stuffy so I left the window open, but I think the temperature dropped too much last night cause I was freezing this morning."

"Mmm," The Dane nodded in understanding, following the younger Nation down the hall to his room and waiting for him to open it and let them in. "Doesn't sound fun."

"It isn't," The American lamented, dropping his bag and kicking his shoes to the side before wandering towards the bathroom. "At least if it was a full cold I could have gotten out of the meeting, but a headache just makes you stay there longer."

"Well it's not like we don't have good reason for that, right?" Mathias noted, closing the door behind him before kicking off his shoes and taking a seat on the bed.

"Arthur always has the best hangover complaints, it's great," Alfred laughed softly as he returned with a cup of water, downing most of it in a go before setting it on the bedside counter and taking a seat next to his boyfriend.

"That he does," Mathias agreed, pushing Alfred down before rolling over him, grinning cheerfully. "You know, I know a few good tricks to getting rid of headaches."

"Does this involve taking off my pants?" The American asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Only your shirt," The Dane replied, taking the chance to help tug said garment off after carefully undoing the tie. He then moved away and off the bed, heading for his bag. "Turn around."

"...oh," Alfred grinned in understanding, rolling so that he was lying entirely on the bed, stomach flat against the mattress.

"Yes, oh. You got anyplace that's sore while I'm at this?" Mathias asked as he returned, a bottle of lotion in hand.

"Shoulders," Alfred thought for a second, then added, "Neck too."

"Right, got it."

The Danish man started slowly, warming up the lotion in his hands before carefully rubbing his way down Alfred's back, softly kneading and testing spots for reactions and noting where his boyfriend tensed or sighed in reaction. Once he was relatively sure of where he needed to work on most, he started in again with greater pressure, thumbs and elbows and forearm pressing hard into the knots around the shoulders and methodically working them out of the muscles one by one.

Underneath him, the American squirmed and hummed, but mostly kept still while Mathias worked. His breath hitched a few times when tender spots along the spine were hit, but some gentle pressure to work around them eased him again, and soon his breath was deepening and evening out as he completely relaxed.

As the pain started to disappear entirely, replaced with cool fluidity, Alfred felt himself grin as his eyes shut, drifting on a cloud of bliss. Even the headache had long gone, the work around the neck and the darkened room helping to ease it away. As Mathias moved further down, he could feel himself drifting further and further...

After another couple minutes to go over the back and shoulders again to make sure he'd caught everything he could, Mathias sat back with a grin, happy to see his puddle of a boyfriend so at ease right now. "I think that's everything, unless you think I missed something. You wanna get something to eat?"

When he got no reply he shifted slightly to see Alfred's face, chuckling when he realized his boyfriend had completely fallen asleep somewhere along the way. Ah well, there was no harm in letting him rest a bit while Mathias ordered, and the smell of food would probably wake him up soon enough.

For now, he could rest - the Dane really needed to wash his hands before he used his phone anyways.

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AN: I know a reviewer wanted DenCan, but I've had this on the backburner for a while and just wanted to get it done, so I'll get to the other thing next time probably.