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 4

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All Expenses Paid Vacation:

Alfred could feel the eyes of people on him as he made his way down the dusty street, and to be honest he couldn't say he was surprised. His clothes were neat and clean, if a bit old, and weren't covered in dust or grime or whatever else seems to linger on almost everyone and everything he walked past.

It felt... wrong.

Oh, he'd heard enough to guess at a few things – this was a world marked by a lack of extensive resources from the start. With almost everything being so rare and thus valuable, up to and including basic necessities like food and clean water, the people had had to learn to be extremely efficient and stingy with what they had.

Seeing the thinner faces and forms of people here, he realized it may not be the clothes they were staring at.

He ducked his head and hurried on, not wanting to linger any longer than he had to.

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Thunderbird:

America's pen tapped a rhythm-less beat against the meeting table, eyes glazed over as the Nation currently speaking continued to drone on about... something. He knew he should be paying more attention, but he had zero interest in the subject.

Why did there have to be a meeting today? Looking outside, he could see the bright blue skies all but beckoning him to just take a few days off, head up north, and really let go and enjoy the nice weather.

Ulgh. Why had he let himself become involved in world politics again? Oh, right, Cold War. Damn.

He missed his life in isolation, where he didn't have to worry about the world finding out about his alter ego and, worse, his side job of keeping the less friendly of his magical beings from causing too much chaos. He also made occasional visits to the remaining tribes to help in whatever small ways he could as an apology – thankfully they recognized the Thunderbird even if they were still unhappy with America.

It sucked keeping a secret this big from even his brothers, but he didn't have a choice – if they knew they'd demand to get involved, and even with Nanuq the hunter protecting his northern twin and the numerous fae protecting the island Nation, there was still a chance they'd be hurt or even killed, and he refused to live with the guilt of that.

(If he was honest with himself, it also was sort of nice having something that was his and his alone. If the others knew... would they demand him to hand it over?

He knew he wouldn't be able to.)

"Alfred, pay attention!" America was startled out of his thoughts by England when the latter slammed the table next to him. "I swear you have the attention span of a gnat."

The superpower put on a nonchalant grin. "C'mon Arts, this is all so boring! Can't we just take a break already? It's like an hour past lunchtime and I'm freaking starving here!"

The Brit groaned. "I swear the only thing you think with is you stomach! You're supposed to be a Nation – act like it for fuck's sake!"

America laughed it off, watching the other Nation leave and pretending the comment hadn't hurt at least a little.

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((I'm sorry, I had to. I got curious and couldn't resist the fact that they had the same name.))

He should have expected it. After all, he couldn't have been the only one reborn out of all the spirits who had once walked the Earth.

But being visited by Finland out of the blue and cheerfully asked, "Do you think I could take a look?"

Well. In America's defense the other Nation could have worded it better.

Upon seeing the young Nation's face turn an interesting shade of red Finland backtracked while laughing. "Sorry, I meant your true form."

America quickly went from red to white. "How- I never- When-"

"When your grandfather is the god of the Sky, one usually finds out about things like a supposedly dead race of sky spirits suddenly being back. Of course, when I found out who it was I had to come and visit!"

It took about ten seconds after the Nordic had cheerfully made his way past him and into the living room to process all of that and chase after. "Wait, your grandfather-"

"What was it like, flying again?"

"Amazing." America knew he was being manipulated, but the other's words just seemed so... so... "I mean, I'd had dreams, but actually flying..." He smiled a bit, thinking back fondly on the experience. He then blinked, frowning as the compulsion wore off. "How-"

Finland chuckled. "Sorry, bard. I don't know what it's like to fly, and mom and grandfather aren't really helpful."

"Wait, wait, wait..." The American lifted a finger, silencing the other Nation. "...you're like me?"

"Yes! Well, sort of... I'm the son of a spirit, but I was born human. Ish. Have a few benefits of divine lineage – immortality, a bit of magic, you know, the usual."

"...then what's your name? Your real one, I mean?"

Finland quirked an eyebrow, still smiling. "Väinämöinen. Although I usually go by Tino nowadays. And yours?"

"Which tribe? I swear all of them had different names for me... the English one is 'Thunderbird'. But usually I go by Alfred."

"Great! Now, about that other form of yours..."

It took several hours of convincing on Finland's part to make the American finally relent, pulling the cloak out of its new (and temporary) hiding place and leading the other to the field.

America decided it was somewhat worth it once he reopened his eyes to see the awe in the other's expression.

The glint in his eyes, however, was a bit more worrying.

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It was the smell that reached him first.

America and his brother had been out hiking the trails of the latter's land, enjoying the cooler weather before the snow made it harder to follow the old paths. Nanuq walked in front of them, keeping pace with the two as they chatted about nothing in particular.

The southern twin had just glanced back to the bear when he stopped, nose scrunched up. He took a whiff himself, resisting the urge to suddenly gag as he came to a screeching halt, face paling. Canada stopped as well, asking what was wrong, but America didn't notice, his mind entirely focused on the area around them. He knew that smell, all too well.

Wendigo.

And the worst part was that he didn't have his cloak with him, which would make dealing with the nigh-immortal monstrosity all but impossible, especially with his brother there to defend.

"Uh, Mattie, I just remembered something, we need to get back to the house really fast, alright?"

"Al? What are you- hey!" The Canadian was interrupted by his bear tugging insistently on his jacket, pulling him back the way they came. "What has gotten into you two?"

America grabbed his brother's arm and started dragging him along, ignoring the other as his eyes searched for any sign of the beast. If they could just make it back to the safety of the house and the wards therein they'd be fine, but out here-

A branch snapped in the woods. All three jerked their heads in that direction, seeing nothing but more shadows. The pace picked up, now closer to a light jog than a walk. The only reason they weren't running at this point was because that would give them away and invite a chase, something the American desperately wanted to avoid if at all possible.

"What's that smell?"

Shit.

"Mattie, you need to go ahead with Nanuq, alright? I'll meet you at the house."

"Al, wha-" Was the only thing he heard as he ran into the woods, making as much noise as he could get away with while searching for the creature to try and head it off. His sense of smell was nowhere near as good as Nanuq's, sure, but it was better than the average human's, so with a bit of effort it should be no trouble convincing it to come after him instead of his much more vulnerable brother.

A scream pierced through the woods, instantly catching his attention. America cursed, instantly changing his direction and throwing caution to the wind. It didn't take long to find his brother, trying to back away from the hideous thing trying to get to him. Nanuq stood between the two, at his full size and growling deep enough to scare off any normal creature.

But not the wendigo. Never the wendigo. It swiped at the bear, who responded in kind.

Building up electricity in his clenched fist, he edged around, looking for the perfect angle to blindside the beast. When he found it, he took just a moment to make sure the bear wasn't in the way, then ran forward.

It noticed him in the second before his fist impacted, turning to snarl at him before a ten million volt burst of energy coursed through it from the point of impact, sending it reeling several feet.

"Hey, ugly, why don't you try eating something that can fight back?"

America knew he shouldn't be doing all this in front of his twin, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and a secret barely revealed was nothing compared to Canada's life.

"Nanuq, can you get Matt back to the wards? I'll hold this guy off for you."

"Alright."

"Matt, get onto Nanuq and don't let go until you're at the house. Don't let anyone or anything else in until I get there and Nanuq say's it's okay, got it? No matter what you hear, do not come outside or even open a door or window."

"Alfred?"

He turned away from the creature just getting back to its feet, a light, reassuring smile on his face. "I'll explain everything later. Just go. Hurry!"

The Canadian hesitated, before nodding and clambering onto the bear's back. The two were off, disappearing down the trail and well away from the beast. Good.

America turned back to the wendigo, who looked distinctly displeased with losing its meal. It snarled at him, but didn't advance, recognizing him for what he was even without the feathers.

"You shouldn't be here. I drove all of you north before, I can do it again. Do you really want to test me?"

It snarled at him again, and in response his arms lit up with lightning.

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Almost an hour later, America stumbled up to the back door of his brother's house, one hand pressing down against the open wound on the other arm. The creature had taking a bit more convincing than he'd liked to go away, and had resulted in a brief, messy confrontation before the beast limped off.

Falling against the steps, he took a deep breath to settle his nerves, shutting his eyes as his head rested against the wood.

At the least he'd have to stay over overnight. Couldn't let the thing try doubling back and hurting anyone after all. Damn, it was gonna be not fun explaining all this to his brother.

The door opened, his brother's concerned voice making him smile lightly, even as he was picked up and carried inside, settling into the couch while Canada took a cloth to the open wounds on his body.

"What the hell were you thinking going up against something like that? Nanuq only told me a bit about those things and even I could tell facing off against one of them is stupid! I thought- I thought I lost you."

America's eyes opened a crack to see the tears on his brother's face, moving to wipe them away. "I didn't mean to scare you, Mattie. I just couldn't stand by and let that thing get to you while I could do something about it."

Canada abandoned the towel in favor of holding his twin tight, face pressed into the southern Nation's neck. America returned the hug, murmuring another soft apology to his brother.

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AN: And yet more! Even when I'm not being productive I'm being productive. Imagine that.