Canon vs Fanon (Hetalia)
Author: Ashynarr
Summary: Because sometimes the fandom needs to be reminded what canon is actually like...
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.
Warning: This is making use of my America and Canada in the comparison (as the 'canon' characters, although I will admit they aren't completely true to canon). If you want to know more, check out my stories!
((Human names are (my) canon chars, Nation names are fanon chars.))
Part the Fourth: Returning With a Bang
(tw for implied rape. Just warning you right now.)
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Canada paced back and forth in the main lobby of the meeting hall, biting his lip as his brother continued to fail to appear. They'd agreed to meet up after the meeting in order to go get an early dinner, but America had been kept behind by some of the others to discuss some last minute issues in private.
That had been more than twenty minutes ago.
He told himself that the small knot of worry in his gut was over nothing, and that the discussions were just taking a bit longer than expected.
As he turned on his heel to go the other way again, he spied the familiar brown jacket down on of the side halls, and felt a wave of relief. "America!"
The American turned to him with a puzzled expression, the person he was talking to-
Wait, what? Was that… him? What the fuck?
Out of nearly morbid curiosity he jogged over to join them, looking between his clone and brother for some sort of explanation.
"-and that's why we are never attempting to go snowboarding on Mars again." The clone finished, finally seeming to notice they'd been joined. "Oh, sorry, didn't see you there."
"Hey, I told you the failsafe would work, and we caught sick air until the air valves started failing. Hey, other Mattie."
"Alfred, don't call my alternates that!" The clone groaned, reaching over to whack the American in the head.
"Calling them Canada is just weird though, especially that one time where he wasn't actually Canada and we spent like ten minutes having to go over it all."
"Uh…" Canada interrupted, more confused than ever.
"We're from another universe, Alfred wanted to snowboard on Mars, our air supply failed so he hit the emergency escape which apparently dumped us in this universe, and yes I am you, only with an airhead of a brother who thinks playing with alien tech is fun." The- other version of him summarized quickly.
Canada took a few seconds to process that, looking between them to see that beneath their respective jackets were in fact rather - tight spacesuits, something almost out of a scifi novel, complete with helmets being held to their sides.
"Alright then?"
The other America (apparently) grinned sheepishly, patting him on the shoulder. "No worries, it takes a while to get used to. We'll probably be out of your hair in a few days tops once Tony figures out where we've gone this time."
Canada nodded, the thought reminding him that he still didn't know where his own brother was, leaving him nervous all over again. "You haven't seen America, have you?"
"Nah, we just got here." Other America frowned. "Were you looking for him?"
"He stayed behind in the meeting room in order to talk to some of the others, but it's been almost half an hour now…"
The other two exchanged looks before turning back to him. "We could break him out if he's been caught up in boring stuff," Other America offered. "I've wanted to try this new entrance for ages so that I can get it just right for back home."
Other Canada shook his head, though there was a smile on his lips. "I told you, the Dynamic Entry is impossible because it requires changing direction in midair, not to mention going fast enough to keep you from hitting the floor too soon."
"Pheh, minor details," The American waved it off. "Lead the way, Canada, and we'll save your brother from the boredom of old farts."
Canada felt himself relax at the surety the other two held, turning to head back down the main hall to the meeting room. He hesitated when they got close, his sudden bad feeling returning with a vengeance. "In here."
"Right, same as usual, I guess." Other America (Alfred?) nodded, turning to face the wall opposite the door.
"Damnit Al," Other Canada (Matthew, he supposed) sighed as his brother ran at and up the wall, leaving a few holes as he turned and attempted to kick off, leaving a larger hole as he slammed into the doors near the middle, knocking them open with a bang.
"Dynamic Entry!" Alfred posed with a grin before the trio stopped to actually take in the scene inside.
Ten nations had all stopped to stare at them, several half-undressed and half-hard. One held a marker in his hand, pulling away from the no-longer-missing America, who was bound in heavy chain and looked extremely frightened and bruised. Across his forehead sprawled a messy "Useless", while his cheek bore something white overlaying a sloppy "Slut".
The silence grew increasingly tense, all the amusement the trio had had dispersing as they took in the rape scene.
"Canada," Alfred eventually spoke up, quiet and terse. "Can you grab your brother and get him out of here?"
"But-"
"Alfred and I will handle them," Matthew promised quietly, gaze never leaving the group who was now going on the defensive. "But right now he needs to be somewhere safe with someone he can trust, and you're the only one who can do that for him here."
Canada nodded, looking back to his brother and feeling his stomach twist again at the sight. God, why had he let America stay behind without an argument?
At some unspoken signal the two attacked, France barely getting a hand up to block in time before Alfred's fist nailed him in the stomach, sending him flying into the wall behind them with a sickening crunch. Matthew at the same time had grabbed Veneziano, throwing him to the floor by his hair before kicking him in the side of the head.
Canada ran in, balking under the weight of the chains before Alfred stopped in the middle of breaking China's limbs to grab them and tear them open. He nodded in thanks, pulling America into a fireman's carry before leaving as quickly as he could under the weight of his brother.
"Canada…" America slurred, his voice rough from things Canada refused to think about.
"Shh, we're getting you home right now, alright? And I'll call your States to come take care of you so that those- those- can't get near you ever again."
"-Promise?" God, he'd never heard the other so quiet and scared in his life, and he never wanted to again.
Canada nodded, nearly to tears at this point as they finally left the building and made their way to his rental car. "I swear on it."
He'd be dead before he let that promise be broken.
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AN: Yeah, I have a list of these I plan on writing, and when I randomed my prompt for this chapter I was sorta shocked I got something so srs bsns. But hey, that's the roll for you, and I mean it's quite a way to make a comeback with this fic. Expect more updates in the future as I work through all the tropes I'm frustrated by, most of which should come up a bit more lighthearted.