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, Dark!America

((Drabbles))

Basically a variant of the Manifest Destiny Redux bunny, but where it's only Al plotting to take over the world.

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"You need to pull your troops out."

Not this again. Alfred internally rolled his eyes while only showing mild confusion to the annoyed Brit across from him. "Why?"

"Because you've already dealt with the all the crime lords and dictators and whatever else reasons you claimed to go in for more than a month ago." Arthur told him.

"No way!" The American told him. "I know there are still bad guys hiding, I've been getting tons of reports about it. I can't leave now! And besides, who'll give the people there aid if I leave?"

"The UN is more than prepared to-"

"Bullshit." Alfred interrupted. "You said that last time, but last I checked Maria still hasn't gotten all the aid you guys promised ten years ago."

"Well there were issues with some of the shipments-"

"That wouldn't have happened if I had still had my guys in charge there. Heck, she would have completely rebuilt by now with my help."

Arthur sighed in frustration. "The circumstances are completely different. There is no reason for you to stay, Alfred, so pull your troops out."

"And what if I don't?" The American challenged, standing and placing his hands on the desk. "What if I actually do my job and help these countries who need it?"

"The UN will not stand for this-"

"Then the UN can sit down and shut the hell up, since they can't seem to do anything else."

While the Englishman sputtered, Alfred sighed. "I'll pull out when you guys actually start bringing in supplies, alright? But I don't want to just leave the people hurting when I don't have to."

Arthur gave him a long look, before sighing in defeat. "Alright, you can stay until the supplies arrive."

The superpower grinned. "Thanks, Arthur."

"Yes, yes," The Brit replied with a small smile of his own. "I know you and your need to help everyone…"

"That's me. Sorry about snapping at you."

"Quite alright, I can understand your frustration. If you'll excuse me…"

The Englishman left, never noticing the calculating way in which the American watched him once he turned his back.

"Oh, you're excused all right."

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It was rare when Arthur awoke in a different place than he went to sleep. Blinking bleary eyes, the Brit slowly gained awareness of his surroundings as he tried to move from his uncomfortable position.

No such luck. As he realized with growing worry, he was tied rather effectively to a chair, the only object in the light grey room. Who could have done this, and for what purpose? He wasn't listed in any official documents as a particularly high ranked member of government.

Footsteps approached, eventually stopping at some point behind him. He quickly pretended to be unconscious still, hoping to get what information he could from his captors before they realized he was awake. A door opened, and the unhurried footsteps entered, not bothering to shut it behind them.

They walked around the chair, stopping in front of him. Arthur kept his breathing slow and steady, waiting for something to happen.

"…I know you're awake, Arthur."

The Englishman's head snapped up at the familiar American voice. "Alfred?"

Yes, the world superpower stood before him now, calm smile (unlike his old unabashed grins, his mind reminded him) unwavering despite the situation his former mentor was in. Instantly the man allowed himself to relax, because clearly the other was here to get him out of this mess.

"Thank goodness you're here; could you help me out of these ropes? We need to get out of here before whoever caught me returns…"

He trailed off as Alfred made no move to help him. Instead the other's smile seemed to get a bit… sharper. "Now why would I do that, Arthur? You just got here, after all."

Arthur started to feel the beginnings of panic stir in the back of his mind. "What are you talking about?" The American couldn't possibly…

The smile may have been innocent, but there was no questioning the malice in those eyes. "Well, if my friendly request to your boss goes through, you're going to be staying with me for a very long time, so I figured I'd give you your own room now. Maybe if you behave I'll even let you decorate it later."

"You can't just take over another country!" But what could he do right now? There was no way he could get out of these ropes and make his escape with the other Nation right there, and he had no doubt that the American had cameras on him constantly.

"You're right." Alfred agreed. Before Arthur could register his surprise vocally, he continued. "That's why I'm taking over all of them."

"…what?"

The smile became dangerous. "Did you really think I'd forgotten what you all put me through? Did you really think I'd just forgive you?"

"…you've been pretending all this time, then?"

The American moved to leave, but sent one last grin at his captive. "What do you think?"

With that the other man left, door clicking shut behind him.

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"I won't let you get away with this."

Alfred looked up from his papers at the irate Frenchman, idly curious as to what had brought him by. "Get away with what?"

"You think we haven't heard? Days after Arthur goes missing, and suddenly there's rumors of Great Britain planning on becoming part of the United States?"

"I haven't heard any rumors like that." Because they weren't rumors. Too bad their government was delaying as long as possible until they found a way out. Luckily that had been accounted for, so there was nothing to worry about.

Francis' eyes narrowed. "I don't know what's going through that head of yours, but you aren't going to succeed."

The superpower leaned back, not betraying anything in his expression. "I have no idea what you're talking about; I'd love to chat more but I'm sort of busy managing the paperwork from all the operations going on right now." He smiled apologetically. "Maybe some other time?"

The European man frowned. Alfred knew the other Nation had nothing worthwhile on him or his plans, so couldn't actually do anything. "…you're playing a dangerous game, boy."

The smile the American returned showed only the barest hint of malice. "I'm not the only one playing, and I'm not the one who started it."

Let him mull over that for a while, he mused to himself as the European finally left. After all, they did bring this on themselves.

It was only fair he got to level the playing field in his favor.

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"What is wrong with you?"

America turned to look back at the smaller Asian man, who was staring at him with a frustrated and confused expression.

"Nothing really. Why?"

"That's just it! Why aren't you mocking me about being a 'commie' or yelling at the top of your lungs about how you're the hero?"

Alfred shrugged, acting mildly confused. "…I haven't done that in years, though. The other guys made it clear ythey didn't appreciate that type of thing."

To be fair, the last time the two had spoken had been decades ago, during the time where it seemed like North Korea might actually rejoin the world community. And he had been like that back then, but a lot had changed over the years.

His eyes narrowed. "And you just listened? I may not know you as well as the rest of them, but I know you aren't the type of person to just roll over and do what others tell you to do. What are you up to?"

Suspicious, was he? Alfred could use that. "Dunno what you're talking about."

The smaller man looked him straight in the eye. "Increasing number of troops in your military? Military operations in numerous undeveloped countries? I'm not a fool - you're building an empire, aren't yo-"

Alfred had him pinned to the wall in an instant, covering the other's mouth and enjoying the spark of fear and defiance in the Asian man's eyes.

"You're treading in dangerous waters. It would be inconvenient for me if people started questioning where you'd gone…" The American's dark gaze only made the grin that followed more unnerving. "…not that anyone would question you going into isolation again, now would they?"

The smaller Nation kept himself from shaking, but once again he knew he was caught up in the games of Nations much more powerful than him.

All he could hope was that he'd make it out of the mess alive.

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Alfred stared down the barrel of the gun in his face, expression carefully neutral. He didn't want to say the wrong thing to the trigger-happy Russian on the other end, after all - it would cost a fortune to have the carpets and wall replaced because of all the blood.

"Give me one good reason not to kill you."

The American tore his gaze away from the latest in Russian weapons technology to stare at Ivan. "Because I'll survive this, while your sisters…" He shrugged. "Well, who knows what'll happen to them?"

Violet eyes narrowed. "You bluff."

"Is it? Do you really think, after how far I've come, I'd overlook something like that, knowing we would meet like this at some point?"

The taller man's finger rubbed over the trigger, but didn't pull back. "You would not have had the time necessary to hurt them significantly without warning."

The superpower quirked his lip upward just a hint. "Care to place a bet on that?"

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2040 ELECTIONS

It'd been close. Since the current president had just finished his second term, that meant there were two new candidates each vying for the position, each half of the country behind their choice.

It was a story Alfred F. Jones had live through many times over. But unlike most times where he had no particular interest in which one won, he was keeping a very close eye as the polls closed and the points and votes updated.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. His soon to be former boss, President Miller, gave the shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"You're worrying again."

"I know, sir." The American personification responded. "But everything's counting on him winning this. We may have plans for if the other guy wins, but those'll set us back at least a year-"

"I know you're itching to get started, but you've waited this long - what's another year compared to the whole future before us?"

The superpower quirked a smile. "I guess. Too bad you can't get reelected again."

The president chuckled. "I think eight years is long enough for me. Besides, I'll still be here even if I'm not in power."

It seemed like years later, but finally the announcement came in.

Anthony Fredrick was going to be the 48th president of the United States of America.

The plan was proceeding smoothly.

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64TH PRESIDENTIAL INAUGURATION [JAN 20TH, 2041]

"…so help me God."

With that the private inauguration for the 48th President of the United States was complete. Everyone broke for the luncheon, congratulating President Fredrick in his new position.

Alfred was not one of them, content in waiting until the private introduction later on in the day. It would also be when he would be brought into the plans for both the country and the world as a whole.

There was always a chance he would panic, of course, but at this point they were slim. He'd shown the right sort of attitude to both accept his existence and be willing to go along with their plans. Of course it would be explained as a mercy rather than a conquering, but it amounted to the same thing.

Finally it was time. Alfred stood by the window looking out across the capital, lost in his thoughts. The door behind him opened, and he didn't even need to turn and look to know who it was. "Hello, Mr. President."

"Who are you?" President Fredrick asked, confused. "All they told me was that you were someone I needed to talk to."

The Nation turned and smiled (no longer grinned). "My name is Alfred F. Jones, otherwise known as the United States of America. As of today you are my new boss."

Of course, he was skeptical at first - who wouldn't be? But it was easy to convince the man he was who he said he was.

"Will I meet others like you, then?"

Alfred gave another smile, a bit sharper. "All of them at some point. The first one you'll meet is probably Matthew, who happens to be Canada and my… brother."

"You paused."

"I have my reasons. Did you ever learn about the temporary slump in US-Canadian and US-British relations a few decades back?"

"Hasn't everyone? It had something to do with a major diplomatic fallout, didn't it?"

Alfred smile thinned. "You could call it that. Let's just say my brothers were… less than pleased with my attitude back then, and called me out on it."

"…oh."

"With that being said, I have a few more things to tell you before you leave today…"

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AN: I really, really love Dark!Alfred. I am not sorry for this at all.