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 2

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Blood Ties:

"Alfred..." A voice America hadn't heard in nearly a year now sounded, startling him from his reading.

"Mattie?" He replied, not sure if his ears were deceiving him. "You're here?" He twirled around, leaping up out of his chair to run out to where that voice had come from.

Late last year, Canada had suffered from what was now being called the October Crisis, and had vanished without a trace. The next year had been tense for the superpower, because he was so used to always having his twin dropping in at least twice a month that him not showing up threw him off.

But now that was all in the past, because the northern Nation was back. America turned the last corner to the front hall, spying his brother standing there. His face split into a grin. "Mattie!"

The other Nation looked at him, and the superpower froze, grin locked in place. That look in Canada's eyes was off... the southern twin took one step back. "W-what's with the look?"

The northern Nation stepped forward, focused intently on him. "Alfred..." he muttered again, sending chills down his brother's spine.

He laughed, trying to break the tension. "You alright, Mattie? If you're hungry, I can go get you something-"

He made the mistake of turning his back to his brother to try to get away. Faster than the superpower thought, he felt an arm wrap around him, pinning him to Canada and keeping him from moving. This was extremely unusual, because usually America could overpower his twin even if the other was using his vampire-given strength.

The northern Nation's breath was warm against his neck. "I missed you..." He murmured, pressing his lips to America's neck before giving the area one slow long swipe of his tongue.

"M-Matt... I'm not-" ready, he tried to finish - his shirt was still on, and he had nothing to brace himself on for the temporary wooziness that always came after a feeding but before his body started it's natural healing process - but the fangs entered his neck, and the superpower had to bite back a gasp. A hand reached up, wrapping around Canada's wrist, trying desperately to pull it away. The southern Nation's other hand tried to come up to join it, but it was quickly grabbed by his twin, who held it in place against his side in a mockery of comfort (or maybe some small part of the vampire that was still his brother was doing what he could - who could say).

America coughed weakly, and he could feel blood dripping down his neck - wasteful, something Canada would never do if he were still in control - and oozing out of his lips. Darkness started creeping in around the edges of his vision, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavy. Time started to lose meaning, and the superpower was only barely aware of when the fangs pulled away, or his brother's frantic pleas to stay awake.

He woke up later, in his bed with Canada tightly holding him, dried tears and snot smeared across his face. Blood still lingered on the northern Nation's lips, a reminder of earlier. The southern twin reached over with his free hand to carefully wipe away some of the lingering tears, stopping when his brother's eyes blinked open, no longer glowing or slit-pupiled.

"Al...?" He whispered, wide eyed.

"Matt..." America replied, only to have the breath knocked out of him when his brother tackled him, pressing himself as close as he could.

"I'msosorryAlIdidn'tmeantoattackyouIwasjuststan dingthereandyoucamearoundthe cornerandI'msosorrypleasedon'thateme-" The northern Nation babbled out, his twin barely able to process the words.

"Shh, shh, Matt, it's okay, I'm fine..." The superpower whispered, wrapping his arms around his brother. "I don't hate you; I couldn't hate you even if I tried."

"B-but I hurt you... I lost control when I shouldn't have, and I don't know how you can just forgive me-"

"You're my brother, and you weren't in control of what you did. How could I blame you for that?"

Canada said nothing, just continuing to hold his twin close. America shifted, lifting his brother up and carrying him to the bathroom, using one hand to hold the northern Nation securely while his other grabbed a towel, getting it wet before carefully sitting his twin on the counter, using the damp towel to clean his face. Once that task was done, the superpower pulled his twin forward, trailing light kisses across his face while murmuring soft words of forgiveness and love. A slight jerk of Canada's head resulted in their lips meeting, the northern Nation pressing forward desperately, asking silently for forgiveness his twin had already given.

The northern Nation grabbed his twin's shoulders, careful to avoid the still-healing scar.

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Manifest Destiny Redux:

The rest of the world descended into silence the moment the twins walked in the door, hand in hand.

"What is the meaning of this?" England asked, throwing the newspaper on the table in front of this, the headline blaring about the new union.

America grinned winningly. "Matt n' I got married!" Canada just nodded, smiling lightly.

"That much I could guess, you nitwit. Why did you go through with the union?"

The northern twin spoke this time. "We fell in love and went through all the usual steps. Our bosses just figured it was as good a sign as any that it was time for the union to happen."

"But what about your independence? Didn't you say a while ago how you would never unify with him?" This time it was Netherlands who asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

Canada shrugged. "Things change, and besides, we're equals in this. What I was worried about was being overwhelmed, but this way neither of us will fade."

There were many more questions, all answered by the twins cheerfully before the meeting finally began. No one noticed the calculating eyes carefully watching the room, patiently picking out targets.

They'd have to move fast. Once the first few came under their control, it would only be a matter of moments, hours at most, until the other realized and started reacting appropriately. And then they'd likely have a war on their hand, which thankfully they were already prepared for.

Their best bet was Mexico and the rest of the North American continent first. It was easy enough - all they had to do was pull them aside one by one and chat for a bit, before getting ready for the next North American Conference.

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Twincest & Co-Dependency (V1):

It was more than a week before either of them really noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Of course, both were adjusting to having sight out of only one eye, and often they would misjudge the distance to something, leading to a lot of bruised limbs and angry cussing. They had been staying at Canada's house, feeling that the adjustment would go faster with someone there to help. Of course, Nanuq often lurked nearby, ready to step in when one was about to tumble down the stairs or the like, but for the most part it was just them.

America had suddenly stopped, hissing in pain. Across the back of his hand a bruise started to form. Canada had been moving to help him when his hand suddenly flared in pain. He glance down at it to see a matching bruise to his brother's spreading across it.

The superpower hadn't noticed his brother's situation yet, too busy muttering under his breath. "Damnit, why did it have to go out now? I told them-"

"-ages ago that the bridge was old, but they never bothered to go and fix it." Canada blinked. Had those words just come out of his mouth?

America glared at him suspiciously. "How did you know that?"

"I- I don't know... I just-" The northern Nation brought his hands up to his head, only to have the bruised hand grabbed by his brother.

The southern Nation was staring at it in shock. "Mattie, how long have you had this?"

"...I just got it."

America said nothing, only turning the hand and bringing his own to compare the bruises. After a long moment of silence, his eyes rose to capture his brother's. "What's happening to us?" He asked, voice quiet.

Canada couldn't answer.

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The Star Gate Program:

((Headcanon: Tony is an Asgardian.))

Canada stared. Blinked. Opened his mouth to speak. "When, exactly, were you going to tell us about Tony being a member of an advanced alien race who just so happened to be allied with the Ancients?"

The others in the briefing room also stared at the superpower, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Well, I've known for a while now... it just never seemed like that big a deal. I mean, obviously any alien with a spaceship is gonna be more advanced than us, so I though you'd already guessed..."

"Alfred..." General Hammond groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"He asked me to keep quiet about it! He's my friend, and I don't rat out friends!"

"It's alright, friend Alfred." Everyone turned to see the alien they had just been talking about beam into the room, and America grinned and waved.

"Hey, Tony! Thought you were out doing some more research or something."

"My programs monitoring Stargate Command picked up my name and yours in the system, and I assumed the secret had gotten out. I suppose I should have informed them as soon as contact with my brethren was re-established, but to be honest, I've been enjoying my stay here on Earth."

"Research? What kind of research?" O'Neill's eyes narrowed, focused on the Asgardian.

"What many others are researching - a way to reverse or halt our genetic degradation."

Canada's eyes immediately switched to his brother, who grinned weakly. "And you knew this, too?"

A light nod. "Well yeah, and I figured helping him out wouldn't be too bad, since I'm a hero and everything. Seriously Matt, there's no harm in it, and if it helps, well, I've saved a whole race! I think that's a good cause, right?"

A groan from the northern Nation. "You'd probably help a Goa'uld if they asked nicely, wouldn't you?"

The superpower looked offended. "Of course not! They're the bad guys! You know me better than that..."

Carter looked interested. "How long have you been living with him?"

Tony glanced at America, who tilted his head slightly before frowning lightly. "Several years now. He's been a most gracious host during my stay."

"I see... you wouldn't consider moving to a safer location, would you?" The General didn't believe the alien would need it, but it was an obligatory question.

"I am quite safe at my current residence, thank you."

"Alright then..."

"If that's everything, General Hammond?"

"You're free to go."

Both America and Tony vanished. Canada groaned. "I'll talk to him, General."

"You do that, son."

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Wait, Wife?:

He'd thought, when his brother had finally returned to his senses and moved back to his place, that he would finally be able to relax.

At least, until the first restless night, tossing and turning in the now too-large bed (strange - hadn't he used to think it was too small?), followed by a groggy morning where he hadn't realized he'd prepared for two until he sat down, greeting someone who wasn't there.

That wasn't the only thing. All day he'd been expecting something, only to feel a brief spark of - disappointment? - when lunch passed without even a call. He got home, again going through the motions of cooking for two only to catch himself at the last moment. It was a passing thing, he told himself; he had just fallen into a routine, and once he got used to living on his own again, things would be fine.

A week passed. Two. Three. Even when he made his monthly trip back to his country house to hang out with Kaleo and Tony, he still hadn't quite broken himself of it. Really, Canada had only been around for three months - surely it couldn't ingrain that deeply in that short a time, could it?

All these little things were nagging at him, leaving him restless and confused, and a meeting passed where he couldn't stop from glancing at his brother, who was by all accounts back to normal. So this was only affecting him? He wasn't sure what to think of that either.

It was nearly a week into the second month that it all fell together. It was the morning after another restless night, and he had just been washing his face when the realization hit him.

He missed Canada.

If that weren't enough, all it took was a gaze into the mirror to vaguely register his shocked expression to realize what was behind that thought.

He loved his brother.

The superpower started laughing, weakly at first but quickly increasing in volume and starting to become tinted with hysteria. Wasn't this just fucking perfect? Of course he'd actually have to fall for the person who'd been pursuing him for three months right after they'd stopped having those feelings for him. He slumped to the floor, covering his face with a hand even as he quieted down into giggles.

On top of that, he'd seen how worried the other Nation had been at the meeting when Canada was all but hovering, especially when word got around about the accident. They were scared, he knew, of two of the largest countries in the world forming any sort of permanent union that would inevitably come around if they had actually been married. It had taken quite a bit of crowd control on the part of himself, England, and France in order to get the worst of the whispering to die down.

America rubbed at his face, tears of frustration leaking from the corners of his eyes. Why did everything have to get so complicated? This wasn't what he'd wanted at all - all he'd wanted was for things to go back to the way they were before. Had that really been so wrong?

And now all he wanted was for his twin to walk into the room, swooping over once he saw his condition to fuss over him until he finally started talking. He wanted to just hug him and let all his confusion and frustration melt away. But none of that mattered - what he wanted never mattered in the end. Maybe if he just didn't think about it, it would pass.

That conviction lasted all of five minutes, when the phone rang just as he was making himself a fast breakfast. He grabbed the phone, not checking the number. "Yeah?"

"Hey, Al."

He could feel his heart skip a beat, and his mouth felt dry. "Oh, hey Matt."

"Are you busy this weekend? I was hoping I could come visit if it wasn't too much trouble..."

America spoke before he thought. "This weekend? Nah, I'm not doing anything, of course you can come over-" he babbled on for a bit longer, realized what he was doing, and quickly laughed it off, saying he had to get going before hastily hanging up. He swallowed, throat tight, suddenly not hungry because his stomach was busy flip-flopping like it was practicing for the Olympics.

Fuck, what had he just gotten himself into?

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AN: And more for the road. I write way too much sometimes.

Also, I'm gonna be going back and rewriting a few stories, so if you see them disappear, don't worry, they ARE coming back. I just... need to get back into the swing of writing, and I think this may be the way. Or at least it'll update my older stuff to my newer writing style.