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, Deerboy!AU
The Little Deer-Boy [Drabbles 2 & 3]
((Matthew is 16, Alfred is 27, Arthur is 31, Peter is 8))
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"Alfreeeeeeed..." Matthew whined, one hand scratching at his horns. "My horns itch..."
"Again?" Alfred asked, looking up from his papers as the frustrated deer-centuar. "I thought you weren't supposed to shed for another few weeks."
"That's for deer. I think I'm supposed to shed earlier, since my horns aren't as big..."
Alfred hummed. "Did you want to go out and rub it off on some trees?"
Matthew frowned. "I don't know... I think there's a herd passing through here, and I don't really want to find out how they'd react to me."
"I don't think you should put it off too long, Matt."
"I know, I'll just wait a week and they should be gone. None of the herds ever stay here that long; too many people live around here."
A sigh. "If you're sure."
Matthew lasted about three days before the itching became too much, grumbling when he was unceremoniously kicked out after Arthur found him rubbing his horns against the kitchen doorway in a desperate bid for relief. Sighing, he made his way into the woods, resisting the urge to claw at the dead skin over his horns, as that only made it hurt.
Finding a decent tree wasn't too difficult, but figuring out the right way to rub his horns to get the velvet off was a challenge. It was one of the few times he wished he was back with others of his own kind, as they would have be able to teach him how to deal with this. The thought passes quickly, as even with some of his difficulties he would never trade his strange makeshift family for anything.
"Well well, lookie what we have here."
Matthew jumped, nearly stumbling over his own feet when he turned to stare at the person who had caught him. She laughed at his expression, one hand clutching right where her stomach blended into pale blond furline.
"Who- who-" Matthew stumbled over his words, nervous for more than one reason around this strange female centaur.
She flashed a grin, blue eyes sparkling. "I'm Julchen. What's your name, cutie?"
Matthew sputtered, completely red. "I- ah- wha-"
Julchen laughed again, ruffling his hair. "C'mon, I'm just teasing you a bit, no need to get all flustered."
After a moment, Matthew was able to eventually work around his tongue enough to finally tell her his name, which got another hair ruffle.
"Cute name. You live here by yourself or something?"
Matthew almost shook his head but caught himself at the last second. "Yeah..."
She frowned thoughtfully. "So that's why you were having trouble shedding... you want some help with that?"
He blinked. "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't. Here, this is what you need to do-"
With her tutelage, he was able to finally get off all the annoying dead skin, leaving behind pearly white horns. "Thank you so much!" Matthew told her, running a hand over them.
Julchen smiled. "Not a problem, especially for a guy with a nice rack like yours."
Matthew sputtered again, drawing another laugh from her. "Geeze, you're too easy to tease. We should hang out more."
He was divided on the idea, realizing how much he had missed being with someone like himself but also fearing how poorly it could end, but ultimately agreed, telling himself that she would leave soon and no harm would come of it.
She grinned and pulled him into a hug, a thoughtful look on her face when she pulled away. With a last goodbye Julchen darted away into the woods, presumably back with the passing herd.
Matthew returned home after a few moments of staring after her, not mentioning what had happened while he was out there. He didn't want to worry his family, after all...
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He really wasn't sure why he was going out again only a day after his run in with the other centaur, but Matt was feeling restless inside and felt maybe getting some energy out of his system would help with that. Peter, of course, insisted on going with, mostly because he enjoyed riding with his tail wrapped around his older brother's chest far more than either his father or Arthur enjoyed letting him do it.
After much pleading and a powerful puppy-eye gaze learned from Alfred later, the two were outside, Matthew at a ground-eating trot while Peter used his vantage point to look around, a hand hanging onto one of Matt's horns to help hold him in place.
"Hey, we should play a prank on the others when we get back!" Peter told Matthew, lowering down to look at his brother. "We could put frogs in their beds or something."
Matthew laughed softly. "I don't think that'd be a good idea – we don't want Arthur cooking again if we can avoid it."
Peter deflated a bit. "It'd be fun though..."
"Maybe something less messy? We could hide some of their things in the washing machine."
"That'd be brilliant!"
The two chatted about other things, not paying too much attention to their surrounding beyond making sure Matthew didn't run into anything on accident. Only when Peter was snatched from his back did Matthew stop, turning to see Peter squirming in Julchen's grip.
" 'ey, lemme go!" Peter shouted, glaring at the centaur.
"Why should I?" She returned.
"Julchen, give him back." Matthew stepped forward, reaching out for Peter, but he was quickly pulled away while she stared at him.
"What for? This thing yours or something?"
His fur bristled. "He is my younger brother, and he hasn't done anything to you, so give him back."
Julchen frowned, glancing back to the naga, before shrugging and tossing Peter at him. The naga boy clung tight to him, shaking lightly and throwing a glare at the other centaur.
"Don't know why you'd keep one of those around, but I guess a loner like you takes the company he can get, huh?"
"It's none of your business." Matthew felt the spark of admiration he'd had for the other dispersing, part of him wondering if he'd have the same attitude if he hadn't grown up like he had. "I think you should leave with the rest of your herd now."
She frowned. "Geeze, sorry for wanting to see you again. Didn't realize you would get so touchy over a mistake."
"You insulted my brother."
"Like I would know that just from looking."
"Mattie, I want to go home..." Peter mumbled, moving so he was half-hidden behind his brother.
"Alright Peter, in a second." Metthew's gaze returned to Julchen. "We'll talk later, alright?"
She huffed. "Fine, but I want an explanation."
With that she disappeared, Matthew sighing before slowly making his way back to the house.
"Who was that? Why'd she know you?" Peter asked.
"Julchen; she's from the herd passing through, and she help me with my horns."
"Then why didn't you tell us?"
"...I'll explain when we get home."
Peter pouted, but agreed to the wait.
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AN: They sort of went together so I figured they could be posted together.