Side Effects of Superstrength (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: So you know how, canonically, Alfred can drag around cars and swing bison like it's nothing? Yeah, the other Nations do too.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: Hilarity and chaos involving Alfred

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Anticipation hung heavy in the air as the minutes ticked down to midnight. Without exception, attention was on the balcony, where the main attraction of the evening and his partner were themselves waiting for a more traditional celebratory moment.

Alfred was a kind soul, still clinging tight to his youthful exuberance. Normally, this would not be an issue, but he also tended to forget his own strength, leading to rather comic incidents - a chipped tooth here, a dislocated shoulder there, even one infamous evening where he'd managed to trip backwards off the balcony and drag his partner with him into the bushes below.

Luckily, there had yet to be a serious injury to anything besides pride, and so the party had quietly placed their bets earlier that night.

The clock struck twelve. Alfred moved for the kiss; his partner did as well, leading to their faces awkwardly smacking as phones went off to capture it. Those who'd bet on bloody noses smugly collected their winnings while the unlucky couple rushed for the tissue boxes.

The year had, someone noted, started with a bang. Their friend promptly smacked them for the terrible pun.

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Alfred shifted on his feet, rubbing at his shoulders while waiting impatiently for his brother to get back from his truck with the rest of the ice fishing supplies. Even though he knew he was plenty warm, he shivered in his coat and shifted to his other foot, toe tapping an off rhythm beat into the thin layer of snow.

Winter, he decided again, was best experienced from a warm couch in a warmer house.

(Not that he didn't like skiing or snowboarding or any of those other winter activities! But that was just it, really - he preferred staying active when out in the cold so that he could ignore the fact that it was really fucking cold. Waiting around? Not so fun.)

Thump thump thump, his toe hit the ice under the snow, pausing as he shifted to his other foot. Thump thump thump.

"Alfred!"

"Mattie!" The American cheered, looking up to his brother only to pause in confusion at the exasperated scowl. "What?"

The Canadian simply pointed to the ice below his feet, which has started developing a not so small crack along it from where he'd been fidgeting. Another couple of minutes, and he might have accidentally dunked himself into the lake.

"Oops, sorry 'bout that," He apologized, getting out of the way while his brother simply took advantage of the weakness in the ice to start boring open the hole. Nanuq added his efforts by wandering over to the American's feet and plopping himself down, muzzle resting on his front paws as he yawned.

"Yeah, me too, pal," Alfred replied sympathetically, not for the first time wishing he hadn't agreed to this in a fit of boredom. At least he wasn't swimming in it right now.

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"Yeah, that's definitely busted," Alfred told his travelling companions, closing the hood of the car with a sigh.

"Should we call a tow truck then?" Kiku asked, phone already out to search for the closest repair shop.

The American snorted. "And wait an hour or two out here? Walking'd be faster than that - town's only a mile and a half away, straight shot from here."

"In this weather?" Trausti looked put out. "We'll get heat stroke before we get there."

Alfred shook his head, glancing back to his brother. "Matt, can you make sure no one notices us?"

"On it," The Canadian replied, sitting back in his seat and closing his eyes.

"Matthew, what is he about to-!" Trausti was interrupted with the abrupt jerking of the car, the front window giving a complete view of the sky instead of looking out on the road like it had been.

"Alfred's carrying the car himself?" Kiku asked in disbelief, the first to catch on to the plan.

"Yes," Matthew replied curtly. "Now shut up so I can stay focused; do you want people to see us like this?"

The other two obligingly went quiet, sharing a long, exasperated glance with each other instead.

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AN: So I'm sort of out of ideas for this in my idea doc... eheh... I'll be trying to fit them to the prompts of Thewriterhelpers on tumblr if I can, but otherwise this'll just be whatever comes to mind or I stumble across. I'll try to update this a few more times this month, at the least.

(To note, the first two were based on prompts from the blog – with the second being a bit one of the old ideas in my doc – while the third was a request from ages ago. Apologies for not really giving it too much until now! Hope you all like it.)