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: Romerica, Nyo!Ame, historical times
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Eleanor sighed, rubbing at her forehead as she walked up to the small house (well, compared to hers, anyways) that also served as the home for the newly-inStated California and a few of the newer territories that came with that decision. Really, it was a pain and a half dealing with all the Nations who had come over to get a slice of the action at the Gold Rush, doubly so because even though this was her land, they still didn't give a damn about her opinion just because she had breasts.
Ulgh. Maybe she should've kept her damn mouth shut and kept the gold for herself. At least she got useful foreign labor out of it.
"I'm back!" She called out as she opened the door, patting down her dress out of sheer force of habit. Maybe she should consider some of those jean pants while she was out in the fields, no matter how odd she'd look to anyone who came by. As far as she could tell it was a lot less annoying to deal with them if they got dirty or wet, unlike the mounds of fabric she wore normally.
It took about five seconds after she'd shut the door and taken her shoes off that her newest State hadn't come barreling in, eagerly babbling about the things she'd learned from her nanny that day. That wasn't quite the norm, though she could have been distracted or in the far part of the house.
Checking her inner senses allowed her to see the entire group was in the kitchen preparing dinner, along with another Nation- wait, what? Isabel had let a Nation in without freaking out over it? This she had to see.
Quietly making her way over to the doorway, she watched as Isabel carefully work the stove with a watchful Ms. Burgins keeping her on track. To the side, Judith and the twins Teresa and Adela (all named by a stubborn young girl who insisted that since they came from her territory that she had the right to pick their names, no matter that the latter had equally belonged to Sammy before he'd dumped them on her as a 'Statehood gift') were being entertained by one of the last guests she'd have expected.
"Romano Italy?" She asked, drawing attention of the room.
"Oh, hello," He greeted cheerfully, glancing back down as one of the girls pouted at his attention being drawn away. "I was looking for you earlier to discuss a few things for trade, but when I got you weren't in. Your State decided I could wait here until you got back since you were dealing with Spain and the others, and somehow I sort of got roped into playing with these three."
"I see," Eleanor replied, glancing to her State in askance.
"I don't mind all the other Nations, miss Eleanor" Isabel replied. "Just Spain and Mexico. And since Mr. Romano doesn't like Spain much either, I figured it'd be okay to let him stay for a bit."
The girl hesitated, now looking worried as she continued, "You aren't mad at me, right? I don't think he was on the list of Nations you didn't want here…"
"It's fine, Isabel," Eleanor offered her a reassuring smile, nodding to the nanny who relaxed before turning back to the other Nation. "I have to say I wasn't expecting guests, but if Isabel is charmed enough with you to let you in, then I suppose it can't hurt to let you stay for dinner after all the help you've provided."
He blinked before smiling again, dipping a head in thanks. "It wasn't too much of a problem; I've always found the company of such lovely ladies to be excellent company over the crowd I usually have to deal with."
The youngest three clapped their hands and giggled together, Isabel ducked her head with a small smile and a larger flush, and even the ever stern Ms. Burgins offered a smile. Eleanor just grinned, putting her hands on her hips in a way far too reminiscent of Virginia when she wasn't feeling as stern as she acted. "You might have them charmed, sir, but you'll have to do better than that to get to me."
"Oho," He grinned more widely, making him look surprisingly handsome. "Is that a challenge I smell, miss America?"
"Only if you let it be one," She replied, dropping the stance to go over and see just what her State was making and if she could help.
(As it turned out, her help wasn't needed too much, which only said good things about how quickly Isabel was learning. As a side bonus, it gave her a bit more time to thoughtfully side eye her guest for the evening, curious as to just what sort of person he was.)
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AN: Alright, so I randomed for this week and 'Nyo!Ame' came up, so I figured eh why not I can do that with some Romerica. Luckily I had a good back burner Romerica prompt in the archives so I made full blatant use of it here, to good effect I think! No other update for today because I was working on my gift for the exchange (on tumblr).