North American Hurricane (Hetalia)
Author: Ashynarr
Summary: In the same vein as Bunnies For Your Amusement, I now bring you my collection of oneshots and short stories featuring the North American twins, America and Canada! Now including non-LJ drabbles.
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.
Warning: Random Shit, Bros Being Bros, USUKCan
((Prompt))
Imagine one (or more) member(s) of your polyship having wings and wrapping them around the other members as they cuddle together while sleeping.
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"Alright, I think that's enough for you tonight." Alfred sighed, dragging Arthur (who had for some reason ended up in his Britannia Angel form somewhere during the course of the evening - thankfully the only other people around to see were other Nations) off the counter he was waving his wand around on. Thankfully the angel hadn't had the focus to actually cast anything so far, and the younger Nation hoped to keep it that way.
"Man, you're heavy," He groused as he hefted the smaller man up, half-dragging half-carrying him out of the room and down the hall in the direction of the guest rooms. "I bet it's those wings of yours…"
Suddenly the weight lessened, and the American looked over to see his brother Matthew had ducked in under their former mentor's other arm before mimicking him. "Hey Al."
"Hey Matt; help me get this guy to a room so he can sleep this off."
With a nod the two continued on their way, the task much easier with two of them carrying Arthur. In a few minutes they had reached their destination, Matthew opening the door so they could stumble in and shut it behind them. The room had just enough light to see by, so it was easy enough to drag the island Nation to the bed and dump him on it.
"Whew!" Alfred sighed in relief, rolling his shoulder. "I swear he's heavier when he's like this."
"Drunk, or in his angel form?" Matthew asked, only to receive a shrug in response. He sighed; movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned to see Arthur rolling onto his side, wings half-closed behind him.
The American hummed thoughtfully. "Hey Matt, have you ever actually felt his wings before?"
"No… why?"
Alfred didn't reply right away, instead moving to sit beside the angel, reaching over to feel the wings carefully. "Woah, these are soft…"
"Alfred…" Matthew warned, only to get a pleading look form his brother.
"C'mon Matt, just feel them for a second!"
After a minute, he sighed, relenting to the other and sitting beside him so he could feel the wings as well. His brother was right - the feathers were very soft, and it didn't notice the grin the southern Nation was sending him for a bit.
The Canadian moved to pull back, only to yelp in surprise when he was suddenly pulled down into an embrace by the still-sleeping Nation.
"Matt, you okay?" Alfred asked, pulling back to try and help his brother out.
"Yeah, I'm fine…" Matthew replied, trying to squirm out of the hold. No such luck. "Can you help me out of here, please?"
"Alright." The American started carefully tugging at the arms around his brother, trying to get them to loosen. When they eventually relented, he grinned only to feel himself get dragged down as well. Arthur's wings moved to wrap around them, trapping the brothers with the sleeping angel.
"…that could have gone better." Alfred mumbled, trying to move so he wasn't pressed quite so uncomfortably against his brother.
"You think?" The Canadian replied, wincing when one of the other's movements ended up jabbing a knee into his leg. "Just stop moving already; we're stuck until he wakes up."
"Fine, fine."
After a few minutes with the American lying on top of his brother, both were starting to feel drowsy. The wings' softness acted as a warm blanket around them, and because of the dim lighting and lack of noise, there was nothing to keep the two from eventually succumbing to sleep.
In his slumber, Arthur smiled knowingly.
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AN: ...yeah, it's a cute threesome. Shut up.