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, Various
((Drabbles))
Collection of drabbles for various Bunnies - Part 1
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Blood Ties:
It was a mistake on their part. Canada had been feeling the haze for more than an hour when the meeting let out for lunch. America had noticed, and made excuses to linger until the last Nation left before he turned to his brother. "You put it off again, Matt."
The northern Nation sighed. "I was bogged down with work and didn't have time to come down."
America just sighed, pulling off his jacket and the shirt under it. "You've got to stop doing this to yourself, Mattie. What happens if the others find out one of these days because you snap and take me while they're nearby?"
"Don't be ridiculous..." Canada murmured, settling into his brother's lap. "I have enough control for that, at least."
"Mmm..." The superpower hummed, not even wincing when the fangs entered his neck. Instead he held his twin close, letting his eyes close as the now-familiar tingling sensations went through his body.
They heard the door slam open even as the voices carried on. "I told you to stop following me! I only came back for some documents!"
"Ah, but then we could not enjoy lunch together, Angleterre! You always seem to sneak off to some dreadful little place if I take my eyes off of you for even the tiniest moment!"
"Bugger off, fro-"
Canada had frozen, and America, without opening his eyes, told his twin "Matt, you need to finish or you'll be off for the rest of the day."
Reluctantly, the northern Nation finished, apologetically kissing the wound before hiding his face in the superpower's shoulder. "I'm sorry..."
"Shh, nothing to be sorry about. It would've happened eventually..." A hand trailed through his hair.
"...what's happening? Why-"
"It's not his fault. This started a long time ago, and we've gotten used to it." America said, staring at their former caretakers.
France's rose had fallen to the ground, his limp fingers failing to hold onto it. "Mon dieu... why didn't you tell us?"
A snort. "That he'd somehow become part vampire? When you guys in Europe were hunting down anything with even the slightest whiff of the supernatural in it? We weren't dumb - we knew we had to keep it between us. Later on, we just never really felt the need to. It wasn't your business."
"Well it is now! What if something happened and he had to... feed on one of us?"
"That wouldn't happen." Canada's head rose to stare wearily at the two older Nations. "I don't want anyone else - I don't need anyone else." His nose wrinkled. "To be honest, I wouldn't drink from any of you even if I wasn't already inclined to Al's blood. I don't even want to think about what you guys have crawling around in your veins after so many centuries."
America chuckled. "You know they're just worried, Matt. You know as well as I do that you won't attack anyone."
Something seemed to occur to France. "But I've seen you eat regular food many times..."
"I'm only part vampire. I need normal food like the rest of you - the blood is just a kind of... supplement, I guess?"
"Ahh..." There seemed to be nothing else to say.
Canada stood up, allowing the superpower to stand up and stretch his legs. "C'mon, I think we still have time to grab something before lunch is over."
The two were almost to the door when England grabbed each of them by a shoulder. "You are aware that you'll have to tell everyone about this, correct?"
The twins frowned, glancing at each other. Canada sighed. "Alright... I guess it was about time to do it anyway..."
"It's your secret, bro. Do what you have to."
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He wasn't sure exactly when it started - sometime after his brother had won his freedom - but after America's visits Canada was finding it harder and harder to compensate with his usual tide-over meals. As he skinned the rabbit he'd just drained for cooking later, he found that while he was full, he wasn't... satisfied.
It just didn't taste the same anymore. Not that blood really had tastes in the usual sense, but before where it had been a rather pleasant taste, now it was... bland. His thoughts idly drifted back to his brother, whose blood anyways seemed to taste sweeter, more delectable every time he tasted it. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, but they always lingered.
It wasn't right or comfortable to think of his twin, his brother in this way even after so many years, but... he missed him. When they lived together, the lonely months or years between England's visits went by without any fuss or worry. Now, however, the new house was empty, even with servants in the house. He hated the empty bed, he hated the quiet during the day, he hated it all. He wondered, once, whether he should have gone with America.
But that would have killed him. He didn't think of it after that.
It was 1812.
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At first he barely noticed it, but soon the inferno had spread across his chest, leaving him sobbing and hacking as smoke formed and escaped his battered lungs. He barely noticed the approaching footsteps until he heard the door open, and a sharp intake of breath. "Mattie..."
He moved away, aware on some unconscious level that this burning was America's fault. "Why? What did I do?"
The young Nation stepped towards him, brushing hair away from his tear-stained face even as the colony flinched away. "This isn't about you; it's about England not respecting my neutrality... I didn't mean for it to go this far..."
The fear was being replaced with something - a rage, a desire for revenge. "Then why didn't you stop it? They're your people - you could have made them back off!"
"I stopped them from barricading the river." That stopped Canada cold. If the river was cut off, he would -
"I don't want you dead, and I wish I hadn't done this to you..." America slowly pulled off his coat and the undershirt, exposing his upper body and, more importantly, his neck. "I know I haven't come by in a while, and I probably won't again after this..."
That was not right. "What..."
The Nation frowned, looking down. "My boss doesn't want me talking to you anymore - he doesn't want me getting influenced by European powers, even indirectly..."
"...but I'm not-"
"You're still under England's control. We know that isn't what this is about, but our people don't."
"Al..." He didn't know what to say - he wasn't sure whether it was the smoke or the bloodhaze that was clouding his mind.
America's hand slipped into his brother's, and a weak grin was on his face. "Don't worry, Matt, things'll be fine. You'll see..." He pulled Canada forward, embracing him and forcing his brother to take what he needed. "You'll need to do this fast - I don't know how long it'll be before people come looking for us."
The bite was harder than usual, and the young Nation couldn't help the slight whimper that came out as his twin forced the blood out as opposed to letting it flow. When the colony finished, it took the southern twin a few minutes of dazed panting for his body to recover enough to drunkenly shrug his clothes back on. With one last glance back to his brother, he stumbled out of the room, slowly regaining a steady stride as he walked down the somewhat familiar corridors.
By the time he'd rejoined his men, 'lamenting' the fact that he 'couldn't find his brother', few would be able to tell there was anything wrong with him.
The bloodstain on his shoulder was passed off as an unlucky encounter with debris.
He deliberately refused to look back as he left the burning city.
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Two years after York burned, Canada rapidly walked through his twin's capital, smoke rising from the burning capital buildings. A part of him was satisfied at the revenge for the burn still lingering over his heart, while the rest of him just wanted to find America and-
Well, he wasn't sure. But he had to know his brother was alright - the past two years had been hard on him, not knowing anything going on down south except through the rumor mill and the slow diffusion of news months old making its way north.
Finally, he saw him, standing in the middle of the street, just staring at the inferno. The area was empty except for them, the citizens having fled long ago. Heat tickled at the two of them as they stood there, neither sure what to say.
"Al..."I'm sorry. I missed you. Please don't ignore me. I need you.
"I guess I earned this, huh?" A weak chuckle that turned into a hacking cough, and in a flash Canada was at his twin's side, holding his steady even as the Nation hacked up sweet delicious no not now! blood and soot.
"No you didn't, I couldn't-"
"I get it, Matt. Just kinda funny that it seems like the same damn thing as before." An arm, normally so strong but now shaking as America wrapped it around his brother's shoulder, using it to hold himself up. "You shouldn't be here, you know. England'll be furious."
"I don't care about England right now, I care about you." A hand rose, wiping away the soot that had started to settle on the Nation's face. "It's been hard, not even getting to talk with you through letters."
"I tried sending some, but they all got intercepted somewhere along the way." They were sinking to the ground, America listlessly falling back and pulling his brother onto him in a slow collapse. "I missed you..."
The shirt fell open, showing the burns spread out across the southern twin's chest. Canada's fingers traced them, before the hand settled on the shoulder. "Can I..." It was just like when they were colonies, the northern one so unsure and constantly second-guessing everything.
"Of course. 's what I'm here for." The head rolled to the side slightly, and with that exposed the faint scar from the last time they'd been together. The feeding this time was slow and long, the northern twin refusing to hurt his brother anymore. When they finished, they curled up together in the street, ignoring the world around them in favor of this moment belonging to just them.
Soot continued to fall from the sky. When America's men finally found them, they were both deep asleep, holding tightly in the subconscious fear of losing the other again.
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The sight of his brother covered in bandages, pale and shaking in whatever nightmare he was having was enough to break Canada's heart. He'd had to use his powers once or twice to get to this hidden room, tucked away in the depths of the White House. Now there was no one here in this dark room but the two of them.
He'd heard about how horrible civil wars were, but he'd never seen the effects until now. America's arms were bound, apparently because he'd tried to claw himself apart without them. He could smell the sticky blood oozing from the wounds both self-inflicted and otherwise, but for once the vampire in him didn't care.
The northern colony - no, Nation, he was unified now - sat down on the bed, a hand lightly tracing the curve of his twin's face, missing so much of its former baby fat, leaving the other Nation, dare he say it, handsome. In as much as a teenager could be, anyway.
A hacking cough pulled him from his musings as America tried to double over, droplets of blood flying past his lips. Instantly Canada was there, wiping away the blood still on the southern Nation's lips as he whispered comforting words, emotions welling up in him. He couldn't lose his brother again - the two years without contact had been bad enough, but this? He'd heard England muttering about how this could kill his brother if the South won, and that terrified him to the core.
What was worse was that there was nothing he could do about it - his people refused to get involved in what was clearly an internal only matter, so the only thing Canada could do was take in his brother's people fleeing the war, wishing he could do more. That was why he'd come, because he'd hoped that somehow his being there with his brother would somehow help.
"Matt?" America weakly asked, his eyes still partially lost in a fever-haze. "Y're here..."
"Of course I am," the northern twin muttered, "I was worried about you."
A weak chuckle. "'m fine..." Another coughing bout, but less violent. "Just... need some rest, 's all..."
Canada couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "You always say that, you idiot..."
His brother's eyes were already closing, exhaustion setting in. "'s true... made a promise... always there f' you..."
"...you'd better keep that promise, then..." The other quietly replied to the sleeping form.
As he quietly watched his twin sleep, Canada took a moment to realize that at this point he normally would have had the haze come over him by now, especially since it'd been more than a month since he'd had blood. But there was nothing except the faint thrum he'd come to associate with his brother's presence.
It was likely from how often he'd tasted America's blood, but lately he always seemed to know in the back of his mind when his twin was nearby. It made it all but impossible for the other to sneak up on him, but it also meant that his bloodhaze would pop up at the least likely and least helpful of places. However, it was a great lesson in self-control, and soon he was able to function normally even if a good chuck of him just wanted to pull the other to the side and take what he needed.
But even after days with his brother (only leaving to grab something to eat before returning), he was... normal. Well, not quite, because something different was welling up in him, a protective, almost possessive desire, and it scared him because he didn't know what it meant but he did and that waswhy-
Canada leaned in, face hovering over his brothers, just taking in details that he'd always known but somehow now were new. America's light, short breaths sent bursts of energy though his system, and he leaned in, following those breaths back-
The door slammed open, startling the northern Nation into quickly drawing back, ramrod straight as he faced the irritated form of England. "A-Arthur..."
The island Nation strode over, pulling him up and dragging him back towards the doorway. "I thought I told you not to come here while this war was going on!"
Canada squirmed, trying to get out of him mentor's grip, but it was impossible. "I had to make sure he was okay!"
England didn't look at him, instead continuing to drag him out of the building and to the waiting carriage. "You should know that civil wars are never good on us. It's his own blood fault for not realizing what his policies were doing until it was too late; now all any of us can do is wait."
The next several days were spent in sullen silence, even when they stopped for meals or sleep. Canada spent the time worrying over America's condition and wondering what his last actions had been about. It was only after several days of travel, him staggering through his bedroom door to flop gracelessly on his bed, that it dawned on him.
"I love him..." He whispered breathlessly to the room. "Mon dieu, I love him..."
Somewhere in the years they'd known each other, taken care of each other, he'd stopped seeing his brother as just that, and now that he'd realized it, everything seemed both simpler and more complicated at the same time. He didn't bother to tell anyone, because there was only one person who needed to know - but he was miles away, catatonic in bed.
It was three long, agonizing years of waiting for the war to end, but it did, thankfully in favor of the Union. It was another three months before America stumbled through his doorway, grinning even through the healing wounds.
Canada almost dropped the books he'd been carrying from his room back to the library in his shock. "Al?"
The southern Nation walked over, pulling his brother into a hug. "It's me..."
The two sank down to the floor, embracing each other in relieved joy. "I was worried about you, you know."
"I know." Canada didn't have to try hard to imagine the light grin on his twin's face. "I think I remember you visiting, but everything from the past couple years is kinda a blur."
They pulled back, hands loosely holding the other's arms. "I wish I could have done more for you..." The northern Nation murmured sadly, gaze on the bandages still visible under his brother's clothes.
"You did everything you could, Mattie, and that's what counts."
A quiet, non-committal hum was the only response, the two just spending a quiet moment together. America seemed to realize something.
"Oh man, you haven't had any in ages, have you? Hold on..." The southern twin started struggling with his shirt before Canada stopped him, eyes partially lidded.
"That's not what I want..." He whispered, sending jolts down his brother's spine.
The northern Nation leaned closer, hesitating on the edge before plunging in, capturing America's lips in his own. They stayed like that for what seemed ages until the need for air drove them apart, both breathing heavily as the just gazed into each other's eyes, both knowing there was no turning back.
Once, twice, again the came together, letting everything they felt here and now out in a simple gesture. Canada leaned back to the floor, letting his brother crawl on top of him, still exchanging kisses.
"I love you..." America whispered, earning a small, joyful smile from his twin.
"I know."
And after that they needed no words.
~0~0~
Canada hesitated at the doorway, hearing a quiet murmur of the other Nations inside. America took his hand, squeezing gently. "You don't have to do this, Matt."
The northern twin shook his head. "England's right - it's been three hundred years; it's time I told everyone."
Another light squeeze. "I'll be there with you, since it's kinda our secret. That alright?"
Canada smiled lightly. "Of course, you dork. C'mon, the world's waiting."
They walked in together, hand in hand, and a quiet descended over the room. When they reached the podium, America let go, stepping back far enough so that he was still within arm's reach without taking attention away from his brother.
"England and France said you had something important to share with us?" Germany asked, frowning lightly.
The northern Nation glanced at the two in question, before sighing. "Yes... for a while now, I've been hiding something... big. I might have told someone sooner, but... by the time you guys would have accepted it, I was already used to keeping quiet about it."
A deep breath. "I'm... a vampire. And I have been for the past three hundred years."
A moment of silence, before laughter burst out from Prussia. "Oh man Matt, you almost had us there for a second! Vampire..."
Canada's eyes narrowed, and the second the ex-Nation's eyes had the misfortune to lock with his, he cast a glamor on him. Prussia almost immediately quieted, eyes glazed over. With a small gesture from the younger Nation, he stood up from his seat and made his way over. The other Nations were watching in dead silence as Prussia stopped in front of Canada, silently standing, face expressionless.
America hadn't made a move, instead scanning the room for potential threats. Most of the Nations were a mixture of horrified and awed, but the most surprising (or perhaps not) was Russia, who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but there. That was right, the larger Nation was afraid of vampires, wasn't he? The superpower would have to pull him aside and talk with him later.
Canada, meanwhile, was running a finger along the jawline of his captive, eventually resting on the ex-Nation's lips. "You're lucky I don't like using my powers to take advantage of people, or I wouldn't be letting you go with this warning." With that, the northern Nation dropped the glamor.
Prussia stumbled back, rubbing at his eyes and facing away. "Mein gott, the hell was that?"
"A basic glamor. It convinces you to do what I ask. Now do you believe me?"
A weak nod, before the ex-Nation retreated back to his seat, humiliated. A flurry of whispers broke out around him when he sat down, all of which he refused to respond to.
Japan was the first to hesitantly raise his hand. "Ano... do you... have fangs?"
Canada blinked. "Of course." He obligingly opened his mouth wide, only extending the fangs once it was fully visible.
Japan made his way over, hesitating before tapping one of them. "Fascinating..." He muttered, running a finger along it before stepping back, allowing the northern Nation to retract the fangs and close his mouth. "You are not lying... what is it like?"
Canada rubbed the back of his head. "Well, other than the occasional haziness when I need blood, it's fairly mundane. I don't burn in sunlight or avoid garlic or anything like that, if that's what you're wondering."
"Haziness? Like, losing control?" Poland looked pale.
Canada's eyes widened. "No! I've got too much self-control for that!"
"But what if you do? What if you snap and attack one of us?" Austria said, frowning.
A snort of amusement. "First off, I haven't in almost fifty years of attending these meetings, so I think you're all safe there. Second, even if I did somehow lose control, which I wouldn't, I wouldn't want any of your blood anyway." Canada's nose wrinkled. "I don't even want to know what's crawling around in your guys' veins after so many centuries."
"So you target humans?" Belgium asked, aghast.
"No! I almost did once, but Al stopped me in time. I've never tasted human blood, and I don't plan on it anytime soon."
"Well then, where do you get blood from?" Romania asked, confused.
Canada shrugged. "Well, for the most part if I'm in a hurry I usually grab some wild animal to tide me over. Otherwise..."
America stepped forward, resting a hand on his twin's shoulder. "...he gets it from me."
"America? You knew this?"
The superpower shrugged. "Who'd you think helped him keep it a secret? Besides, there was - is - no one else who can handle the constant need for blood."
Canada leaned back into his brother's arm. "It's just been easier for the both of us this way - I'm not attacking anyone, and Al can make sure I'm alright. There's no reason for me to go after any of you, even if I'm out of it."
A moment of silence, before Hungary blinked, realizing something. "Are you two... together?"
A quiet, hesitant nod from the superpower. "Since my Civil War. It's nothing against the rest you but... we're just a lot more comfortable with each other. Plus neither of us have to worry about anyone else finding out Matt's secret accidentally... well, we hoped, anyway. Guess that didn't work."
"...so you are not going to attack us?" Russia asked quietly.
Canada shrugged. "Considering I once tracked this idiot half-way across France during a particularly bad incident, all without attacking anyone or anything else? I think you're all fine."
Everyone in the room seemed to release a breath at once.
"Since it is obvious you have your... condition... under control, we will not hold it against you." Germany said, nodded agreements an echoes of agreement circling the room.
Canada relaxed into his twin, allowing himself to be held as a weight he hadn't realized was on him lifted all at once.
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AN: Yeah, I have quite a few stored up. I just needed somewhere to put them down, and now I'm sharing them with you guys! Enjoy~