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, Nonnation, Deerboy!Matthew, Naga!Francis and Peter

Title: The Little Deer-Boy (Drabble 1)

~One winter day finds some unexpected houseguests for the trio. Hopefully no one gets hurt too badly…

[Set about six months after the main story.]

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The first sign something was wrong was when Arthur came into the living room one morning frowning. Not that the frowning itself was unusual, but the question that followed certainly was. "Alfred, have you seen the dirty sheets? I was going to put them on to wash but they seem to have been misplaced."

Alfred shook his head. "Nope, last I saw them they in the laundry room."

"Huh. Have you seen them, Matthew?"

"Sorry, I haven't." The deerboy replied around a mouthful of cereal as he stared out the window at the gently falling snow.

The Brit sighed, shaking his head. "I'll go looking for it this evening, then. I have too much to do today to worry about it right now."

The subject was dropped after that, and for another week things went on as usual.

Then the meat started disappearing from the fridge. Alfred blamed Arthur, who in turn accused Alfred, and a fight seemed imminent until Matthew stepped in between and asserted all the authority his small size allowed. He pointed out that there was no smell of cooked meat at all, which since humans only ate their meat cooked, meant it couldn't have been either of them.

The answer to both issues came about not three hours later, when Alfred opened the door to check on the water heater and promptly shut it again. "ARTHUR! LITTLE HELP HERE!"

When the Brit tore in, asking what was wrong, Alfred was holding the rattling door shut.

"What the hell-"

"I dunno, but it's half snake, half old guy, and all really freaking angry at the moment."

"Naga." Arthur paled. "He must've come in here because of the snow, but he shouldn't even be moving around at this time of year-"

"Yeah, tell that to him!" Alfred jerked his head back, wincing when it collided with the door during a particularly forceful shove.

"Hold out a bit longer, alright?"

"I'll try!"

Arthur ran back upstairs, grabbing one of the blankets thrown over the couch he had yet to convince Alfred to actually fold neatly when he was done, blowing past a confused Matthew on the way back to his cousin.

"Alright, on my mark I need you to open the door?"

"Are you nuts?"

"Trust me Alfred, I know what I'm doing."

Alfred gave Arthur a long look.

"...alright, not really, but it's the best idea that I could come up with."

"Fine! Just say when!"

"Now!"

The door swung open just as the naga sprang again, his face momentarily shocked at suddenly being let out, but he had no time to express it before Arthur had thrown the blanket over his head and used it to drag him to the floor, pinning him at the neck so he could try to slither out. Alfred quickly sprung onto the naga as well, pinning its lower body to keep it from flailing quite so much.

"Now what?" Alfred asked.

"I didn't think that far ahead!" Arthur admitted. "We should try to knock him out-"

A swift kick from Matthew stopped him mid-sentence, impacting into the writhing form and stilling it.

"...that works." The Brit muttered after a moment, sliding off slowly just in case the naga was faking it, but there wasn't even a twitch.

"...is it dead?" Alfred asked, slowly pulling the blanket off to get a better look at it. Its face was handsome enough, with long light hair and a small stubble of a beard. There didn't seem to be any blood, but that didn't say anything about internal injuries.

"I don't think I kicked him that hard..." Matthew replied slowly, warily watching the naga.

"Well, he's still breathing, so I guess that's a good sign?"

Arthur shook his head. "What I'd like to know is how he got in, and how long he's been hiding here, not to mention why..." He glanced over to the open door. "Well, at least I know where all my sheets went."

"Probably the meat too – look at these fangs! Yeesh!" Alfred allowed the lips to fall back, hiding the sharp teeth again. "Glad I didn't let him take a bite outta me."

"Not to mention you probably would have been poisoned." Arthur noted, rummaging through the sheets, only to stop, staring silently.

"What is it, Artie?"

Without making a sound the Brit slowly lifted an arm out of the sheets, a small blue tail curled around it while the tiny naga it was attached to clang to Arthur in its sleep.

"...well, shit, now what?"

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Several hours later and with their uninvited guest still not awake, the other three were at a loss. The young naga had woken up and almost instantly started whining, only being silenced once it was provided with some mashed meat to chew on. His (as was reluctantly agreed on) wide blue gaze wandered the room, his tail still curled firmly around Arthur's wrist despite attempts to get him off.

"So, what're we gonna call him?" Alfred asked eventually around the edge of his coffee cup.

"We aren't keeping him, or his father for that matter."

Alfred sighed. "I know, and I'm not exactly happy with it either, but it's either keep them around until spring rolls around or kid them out and leave them both to die in the snow, and I don't know about you but I'd feel like shit if I did something like that."

Arthur sighed as well. "When we got this place I wasn't exactly expecting to end up as some sort of safe house for mystical creatures."

A snort of amusement came from the American. "Not like I meant for that to happen, but it's definitely been interesting."

"I suppose so."

Alfred took another sip. "So back to my question, what're we gonna call him? We can't just call him 'hey you' or 'the baby naga' while he's here."

Arthur looked at the little naga again, who had finished eating and was now snoozing in the crook of his arm. "...Peter." On seeing the raised eyebrow of his American cousin, he continued quickly, "He looks like a Peter."

Alfred glanced to the naga boy. "...Alright, works for me." A small huff of amusement escaped his lips. "I'm surprised he got attached to you so quickly."

"It's probably because I'm a convenient heat source – I can't imagine the heater room was the warmest even with the sheets."

"Mmm." Alfred glanced back in the direction of the laundry room, where their guest was – presumably – still unconscious. He finished off his cup, standing up. "I'm gonna go check on the guy really fast."

"Be careful." We echoed by both of the other residents of the kitchen, watching him go off quietly. After a bit Arthur glanced to Matthew, pouring himself another cup of tea.

"You know, you can speak up occasionally when we're having a conversation."

Matthew shrugged. "I didn't really have anything to say, and it's your decision anyways whether they stay or not..."

Arthur gave him a long look and sighed. "Matthew, come here please." When the deerboy reluctantly complied, Arthur rested a hand on his head and ruffled his hair. "I know I haven't exactly been as welcoming or open as Alfred has been, but trust me when I say I do consider you part of our little family here. Neither of us mind when you speak up about something, and you provide a perspective we lack. So if you have something on your mind, share it."

Matthew was silent a moment. "...maybe they could stay with us? Please?"

Arthur smiled lightly. "We'll see what happens. Peter and his father may not want to stay once it warms up again." On seeing Matthew's upset look, he shrugged. "Who knows, they may choose to stay as well. It's up to them."

The deerboy reluctantly nodded, only to perk up shortly before Arthur himself heard the footsteps heralding Alfred's return. However, there was another sound alongside it...

"Hey, Artie, you speak French, right?" The American asked, helping the naga into the room. "Because I don't understand a word he's saying..."

"Mon fils..." His eyes lit up upon gazing Peter, trying to reach for him and nearly slipping from Alfred's shoulder in the process.

"Woah, hold on there, lemme just get you over there first-"

After a bit of struggling, the naga was settled at the table with the rest of them, having carefully reclaimed his son from Arthur and now holding him close. His gaze switched between the other three in the room and his son, an unreadable expression on his face as he spoke with Arthur in low tones in French. Eventually the Brit sat back, glancing at the other two.

"He'll be staying until Peter's old enough to handle the elements better. Until then they'll stay in the spare bedroom."

Matthew cheered lightly. Alfred grinned and replied, "Works for me."

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AN: Aaaaaaaaaaaand this is the drabble I mentioned. Aha whoops this was sort of maybe for my other, Peter-loving friend? And also nagas are cool just saying. With that I'm all out of drabble stuff for the moment – oh no!