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 3

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Your Touch, Your Skin, Your Hands:

"America?" England asked, slowly opening the door. When he once again got no response from the superpower, he sighed, letting himself in. Obviously the idiot fell asleep playing video games or some nonsense like that, he thought to himself as he took off his shoes in the hallway. It would be like him to completely forget I was coming over today.

He walked into the living room, muttering about inconsiderate brats and other things. It took him a minute to register the sight before him.

His colony had indeed fallen asleep on the couch, but not because of video games. Not with the complete lack of clothing he had on. Of course, if it had just been the lack of clothing, he would have blushed, grabbed a blanket and tossed it over the indecent Nation before ranting at him about decency for a while.

No, the main issue was the fact that he wasn't alone.

Canada was draped across his brother like a blanket, also lacking in any clothing. The two had obviously been asleep for a while, if the deep, even breathing was any sign.

But there was no discomfort in either of their faces. In fact, the two looked extremely comfortable together, and that was what really threw him for a loop. He desperately racked his brain for when the two could have possibly united, but came up short. Obviously such a situation would have been in the news from the first hints of possibility, but... this... how...

He reached out, almost touching them, before he remembered that he hadn't bothered with gloves that day. He cursed himself for his short-sightedness, before desperately looking for something he could use as a substitute. He saw a hand towel on the table nearby, and after checking to make sure it was clean, he carefully shook the northern twin awake. Canada blinked groggy eyes at him, still showing no signs of discomfort despite the amount of skin contact he had with his brother.

It took several silent moments of England unable to formulate a coherent sentence that Canada realized just who had woken him up. The moment it hit him, his eyes widen in horror, and he scrambled to move away. However, the movement seemed to trigger an automatic response from America, because arms wrapped around the struggling body before pulling it back to him, muttering sleepily.

"Mattie, 's too e'rly to get up. Wan' more sleep." He pulled the other's head down, planting a gentle kiss on the other's lips, frowning when Canada was still struggling to get away instead of returning it. His eyes slowly opened, gazing in confusion at the panicked and horrified expression on his twin's face, before his eyes unconsciously moved to meet emerald green.

Unlike his brother, the owner of those eyes triggered an immediate warning bell in his head, and he was awake in an instant. "England- wha- when did-"

"How..." It seemed to be the only word he could form. Oh wait, there came more now. "You... he... I...how?"

Neither answered, both horrified that they had been caught.

This... was going to be hard to explain.

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For a long while, neither moved. Both of them were too busy absorbing the new sensation that came with actual contact, their hands still entwined in each other. Almost reluctantly, America drew away one of his hands, only to start trailing it down his brother's arm. After a brief moment, Canada started doing the same, pulling the other hand away so he could use both to explore the southern Nation's body thoroughly.

Hands glided against skin, taking in both warm flesh and wide expanses of land. (At some point the shirts they had been wearing were discarded, forgotten on the floor much like the drinks staining the carpet on the other side of the room.) So much of their terrain was shared, and it showed in the prairies spread across their stomachs and the mountains along their spine. Those differences they did have stood out even more to them; while America's hands often lingered along the icy chill of the North along the other's arms, Canada spent a lot of time feeling the dry deserts along his brother's legs.

They weren't sure when it happened, but one of them had gotten the idea to get closer to get in more contact. Whoever it was, it was agreed to be a great idea. Soon the prairies were pressed together, and both could swear they almost felt a slight snap, like two puzzle pieces coming together.

The brief thought was lost in the sudden hyper-awareness of their land they felt in that moment. All across them they could feel the buzz of their people as they moved about their business, completely unaware of the miracle that was occurring in a average-sized house on the outskirts of Ottawa at that very moment. But it was more than that - they could feel their people in the other's land, a sort of distant recognition of their own.

If they focused, they could feel the stream of people moving between them, the border only a mild inconvenience for the two groups of people who were so similar yet different. So many people, so many resources and goods - all across their border, it felt like tiny stitches forever entwining them closer, closer than any other nations or Nations had ever been without uniting.

(Or maybe closer than even them, because when ever had two Nations had so much in common?)

The border blurred further. For one brief, eternal moment, they were not America or Canada - they were both and neither and so much more that it left an ache in their chests at the notion of ever losing this - the connection that brought them together, defining them both in ways they could only begin to imagine.

They fell.

But it was together, and they could handle that.

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After that afternoon, everything changed.

They hung out more often, often forcing themselves to finish their work early so they had more time together. Their bosses were surprised at their sudden diligence but said nothing. After all, the work was getting done, and the two weren't getting into trouble. Whatever the two were up to really wasn't their concern.

Days turned to weeks, and neither could imagine going back to Before. Whenever the notion popped into their head it was met with quick retribution and burial in an unmarked grave in the back of their minds. This discovery, this drug, could not, would not be given up, not when it meant so much to the both of them. Afternoons that used to be spent complaining about their governments and the other Nations were put to the side in favor of quiet cuddling and touching, the sensations of touch still as new and exciting as ever.

Over time, they grew bolder. When walking through the busy streets they would walk hand-in-hand without gloves; contact-sports became more about the former than the latter; fussing over each other became an excuse for the thrill of feather-light touches across virgin skin. However, by unspoken agreement, they never did any of these in front of the other Nations.

Even that agreement eventually fell to the side, their hands finding each other under the desk as England or some other Nation droned on about their economy or some other matter that quite honestly didn't even register when the pleasant mixture of hot and cold came together.

It was seven months into the Discovery when America arrived at Canada's Ottawa house (fitting, in retrospect), rubbing the back of his head sheepishly even as his brother eagerly dragged him through the door, almost forgetting to shut it. After a few moments of snuggling on the couch, the superpower had finally worked up the courage to ask his brother a question that had been nagging at him for a while.

"Matt?" The northern Nation lifted his head from its resting spot on the other Nation's shoulder (they had found that both of them were infinitely more comfortable when Canada was lying on top, like some strange parody of their geography), giving his brother a questioning look.

There was no backing out of it now. America swallowed. "Can... can we try something?"

Silence. Canada slowly nodded, gaze never leaving the Nation below him. "What did you have in mind?"

Both of them were so quiet, unsure. The superpower idly wondered when things had become this way, before finding that he really didn't have it in him to care at the moment. Instead, he carefully (oh so carefully) brought a hand up behind his brother's head. Curious, the northern Nation allowed it, wondering exactly what his brother wanted to do. He felt himself get pulled forward and pressing their lips-

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

That...

That was...

Nice.

America pulled away, nervous. "Was it alright? I mean, I saw some other people doing it and I kinda wondered what it would be like and-"

Canada silenced him by returning the favor.

At first the kisses were short, lips lightly pressing together and sending small jolts throughout their bodies. Neither had truly imagined taste could play into this type of thing, but America's lips definitely had the lingering taste of salt and apples, while Canada's tasted sweet like powdered sugar.

After they got over the initial rush of these sensations, the kisses started lingering, sometimes lasting long enough to leave them both breathless. Each time they would break away, only to recapture the other's lips. America's arms had wrapped around the body on his, one holding his twin's waist while the other wrapped around the slightly smaller shoulders. The northern Nation's arms, on the other hand, had one arm looped under his brother's neck while the other hand played through his short, spiky hair.

Without thinking, America's mouth opened slightly, and his tongue swiped across his brother's lips. The effect was instantaneous, as Canada startled back, hands pressing to his lips. The southern Nation was too busy being surprised at the burst of taste still lingering on his tongue to see the heavy blush now spreading across the other's face.

"A-Al, what the heck was that?" It hadn't been bad; far from it, in fact. But it had been so sudden and he hadn't been ready for the burst of tingling that that one small gesture had left in its wake.

Blue eyes blinked, the mind behind them returning to the real world. "I- I dunno... I mean, it just happened, and all I was thinking was that I... wanted to... maybe... taste more?"

A moment of silence as the northern Nation took this in. He lowered himself back down, and-

Now it was the superpower's turn to startle back while his twin took in the flavors dancing across his tongue. He looked at nothing in particular, instead rolling his tongue and savoring it the same way he or France did with wine. He breathed out, and looked back to his brother, who was now gazing at him with a questioning look in his eyes.

"It's... different." The northern twin finally said. "Not bad, but..."

America nodded. "Yeah... it's like... I can still taste it, and it's just... you." He suddenly yawned. "That took a lot out of me."

Canada could also feel himself nodding off, the continuous thrill of the afternoon having strained his mind to the limit. He had the sense of mind to make his brother get up off the couch by convincing him that the bed would be comfier. As they curled into each other, the connection returned, and they were lulled to sleep by the soft buzz of their people.

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Both Nations looked up when someone knocked on the door. Still wary of the other Nations finding them, they slowly made their way over. America cracked it open just enough to see who it was.

China merely raised an eyebrow at the action. "I see you're still as paranoid as always, America."

The door opened a bit more. "China, how did you find us?"

"Magic. And don't tell me you don't believe in it, either - I know very well what that bear of yours is."

The superpower hesitated, before sighing. "What do you want? Are you here to force the 'secret' out of us too?"

The older Nation's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Hardly. I am just here to talk. Besides," and this time there was the faintest hint of mischief in his eyes. "I already know the secret."

"What?" The door opened, allowing Canada to see the elder Nation as well. "You know the reason we can do this?"

China walked in, ignoring the question. "I hope you have green tea here; getting here was very exhausting."

-(No idea what to write here.)-

China sipped at his tea before beginning. "Many years ago, before I had much contact with Western Nations, I would often spend time thinking. Sometimes it would be on shadows on the moon, other times it would be on leaves or dragons. One time, I thought about curse.

"I was curious, because it seemed odd that something so fundamental as touch could be so hard to come by for our kind. I thought on many reasons for this, but none made sense. I spent thirty years thinking about this, and finally I come to a conclusion.

"Most borders are always defended by men and sword, correct? I believe that that is the main cause of 'curse' that bothers Nations, and that the repulsion is nothing more than an effect of both sides having no trust for other side.

"But you two... you two trust each other completely. I see this everyday in your people and governments. Other Nations are afraid that if they open up too much they will lose their identities and fade away. The amount of trust between you two is unheard of, so they do not understand. It is same for your Native peoples too, yes?"

Both twins nodded, wide-eyed. "The tribes always talked about how the concept of borders never made sense to them because they knew that the other tribes needed the land just as much as they did. They thought the idea of dividing up land so only one tribe or group of tribes could use it was ridiculous..."

China sat back, smug. "Exactly."

America blinked. "Wait, Mattie and I haven't had a militarized border for almost two hundred years - why couldn't we do this before now?"

China frowned. "Canada was still under control of Opium. His control was what made effect still there, although I guess you two probably didn't trust each other for a bit after your war. Once his influence was gone and you two had long patched up, there was nothing stopping you two."

Canada frowned. "There's still that issue with geography..."

A snort from the elder Nation. "That was merely because of distance and fact that people were not as used to varied terrain as they are today. Even one hundred years ago effect was worse than it is now because getting places was so slow. But now with more faster transportation, people can go places they would not have in older times. They experience more of the world, and bring that back with them to their Nation.

"In fact, the only thing holding Europeans back at this point is themselves - if they let go of past hatreds and learn to get along they could be like you two have been for past several years."

The twins choked. "How did you-"

China waved his hand dismissively. "I raised all my siblings from when they were very small - I am very good at reading subtle body clues, and you two were not very subtle about hands under table." He grinned suddenly. "And maybe I see you two cuddling once or twice when you think no one is around. Very cute, aru." He winked at the mortified brothers.

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AN: Why is it that for some ideas I had so many ideas, while others seem to be lacking?