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: CanBelg, canonverse, historical fic

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It was amazing how, even after years of steady decimation from Nazi occupation and British bombings, Anri still managed to keep an air of cheer about herself as she wheeled her way into the building. Then again, she'd been in the midst and on the direct sidelines of wars for centuries before he'd even been born, so maybe Matthew shouldn't have been all too surprised.

"Hey, Anri," The Canadian greeted with his own tentative smile. "It's nice to see you up and about again- er…"

"It's good to not be stuck in bed anymore," She agreed, keeping pace with his slow walk as they made their way down the hall. "The flight over was a bit shakier than I expected, but it was nice to not have to wait weeks just to get here."

"Alfred says they should be getting better now that we don't need the resources for the war anymore," Matthew shrugged. "I'm surprised your brother didn't wait for you to fly over so you could sign together."

"I told him to go ahead without me; he was getting so fussy over me and the medical bills that I figured it'd be easier to just come on my own and get him out of my hair for a while."

He glanced from her wheelchair back up to her. "I'm pretty sure it's a family thing; Lord knows how much Alfred and Arthur have been worrying over Francis since we got him back from Germany."

"And you haven't?" She asked, laughing when he flushed in reply. "I know he means well, but he can be a bit of a pain. At least my little brother isn't as bad."

"Want to trade? I'd love a couple of sane siblings for a month or two."

The Belgian woman laughed again. "No trade, sorry; I don't exactly want to live by the guy provoking our friendly neighborhood Union."

"Darn, so much for that plan," Matthew snorted in amusement, grinning.

"By the way," She asked, glancing to him. "What are you still doing here?SHouldn't you be on holiday leave?"

"I am; I've been staying with my brother for the past week to celebrate Christmas with the States, and after this the two of us are gonna be heading over to England to visit Arthur and Francis and celebrate the New Year with them."

"That sounds fun," She sighed wistfully. "My Christmas was me getting out of the hospital and convincing my boss that I needed to come over here in person to sign the charter. Took ages to do that, but it worked, obviously enough."

"What are your plans for the new year?" Matthew asked.

Anri hummed thoughtfully. "Probably going to head back home and have a small dinner with my brothers. Why do you ask?"

"I was just thinking, since the first UN meeting is going to be a few weeks after that, if you wouldn't mind my coming over to visit or something… you know, since we haven't really had a chance to talk in a while."

The Belgian woman grinned up at him. "That sounds like a great idea. Just call to let me know when you're flying over and I'll have Abel pick you up."

"Will do."

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AN: Another short one, but I guess that's what happens when you write something without any sort of plan in mind. Eh, it's something I guess?