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, Hetaloop AU, Hetastuck

Just another random loop, featuring the lovely Aradea from Homestuck.

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America frowned, eyes darting across the night sky, looking for something that should have been there but wasn't. This was usually the night Tony showed up for the first time, as even the strangest loops usually didn't mess with things far past the edge of the solar system.

But now his alien friend was later than the American could ever remember him being, and even a fast mental sweep of the surrounding light-year of space turned up nothing. It was confusing, and more than a bit worrying. Had something happened to him on the way here? He hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary about this loop yet, but maybe it was just taking its time.

…Maybe he'd show up tomorrow night, or so the Nation hoped, anyways.

He turned to go back into his house, and yelped at the gleaming set of sharp teeth inches from his face.

"Hi!" The troll girl greeted cheerfully, ignoring the scare she'd put into him. "I Woke up heading this way so I decided I might as well drop by!"

"Aradea?" He asked, finally recognizing the troll he'd made friends with over the past few joint loops she'd been Awake. "Wait, are you replacing Tony this loop?"

"I think so? Oh, and I was hoping to meet him, too…"

"It's cool, maybe next time." Alfred paused, then gave a grin worthy of his friend's own. "Say, how'd you like to mess with my friends for the loop?"

Her grin would have scared anyone else, but America was too used to them to get freaked out. "I like the way you think!"

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"America, can you open the door? I have to talk to you!"

"Gimme a second, I'm making lunch!" He called back, giving the pot one last stir before putting the lid back on, wiping his hands on his pants as he made his way to the door to let his brother in. "Sorry Canada, wasn't expecting you to drop by today, so the place is sorta a mess."

"It's fine." The Canadian replied instantly, before looking around. "Can we talk?"

"Aren't we talking now?" America laughed lightly. "We can talk over lunch, alright? Just gimme a bit to finish cooking."

"Alright. Do you mind if I wait in the living room?"

"Sure." He watched the other walk into the room, only remembering after a second that someone else was in there sleeping at the moment. "Oh, and don't wake up-"

There was a shriek.

"-never mind."

Canada ran out from the room, skidding behind America and grasping tight to his shirt. From his angle, he could just make out a still-tired Aradea glaring unamused in their direction.

"Why is there a demon on your couch-"

America sighed. "First off, she's an alien, not a demon. Second, she's living with me for now while she's studying our cultures and stuff."

"But- but the horns, and the skin, and the teeth, and the eyes-"

"Alien. Not demon. Trust me, no self-respecting demon would have butterfly wings."

"…what?"

Even though she was woken up, Aradea was more than happy to eat lunch with the two, chatting with Alfred between bites while Canada watched on more than a bit warily. Eventually through attrition they managed to get him to chat a little bit, although he never relaxed for the duration of the much-shortened visit.

"You know, I think that was the fastest I've ever managed to get him to leave after saying I'm not getting involved in Europe. Nice job." America noted idly after his brother was out the door.

She just giggled behind a hand, eyes twinkling.

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"America, we're going to need more supplies sent soon- bloody hell!"

Both America and Aradea looked up from their intense Go Fish game, the former waving at the Brit who had nearly suffered a heart attack. "Whatcha need – food, ammo, medical supplies?"

"You- what the hell is that?"

"My whale, duh."

Said whale, several card floating in front of him, crooned in greeting.

"I meant the girl!"

America glanced to his friend. "Oh, this is Aradea. Aradea, this is England."

"Hi!" She greeted, smiling friendly.

England paled.

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Aradea smiled and waved.

President Kennedy stared.

America facepalmed.

All in all, it was a better introduction than most.

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America and Canada peeked into the living room, which had been cleared for the spontaneous rockout Aradea and Belarus were having.

"I don't think introducing those two was your best idea."

"Pssh, what's the worst that could happen?"

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Canada was giving his brother the look.

America laughed nervously, ignoring the continuing news reel of the two girls matched in identical Indiana Jones outfits in a stolen jeep with the government on their tails, 'liberated' national secrets in the back seat.

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President Obama was silent a long moment.

"I'm guessing that old news reel wasn't a gag then."

Aradea looked up at the ceiling, while America chuckled nervously.

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AN: So yeah, I'm getting used to writing Homestuck sorta, and sooner or later I might actually write a non-crossover in that universe since this site desperately needs non-romance in that section.