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, Non-Nation AUs
Some random Halloween-ish drabbles for everyone. Enjoy.
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When Alfred first looked into bright violet eyes he felt entranced, smiling back when the pretty young man they belonged to smiled shyly at him. He scooted over to the seat next to the other man, introducing himself over a drink and rolling the other's name over his tongue when Matthew returned the favor.
Within an hour they were laughing together over something Alfred couldn't recall as the other escorted him out of the bar, Matthew pulling him down the street and into a dark alley.
The first sense that something wasn't right was when Matthew pressed insistent lips to his, teeth nibbling on his lower lip demanding entrance. He gave in quickly, letting his mouth be ravaged while Matthew tugged insistently at the hem of his shirt. When the other pulled away Alfred lingered in a daze, not registering the flash of sharp teeth until Matthew was on his neck.
As his consciousness faded, a bloody pair of lips were pressed to his own, and he knew no more.
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The camera whirled to life as it reached its intended depth of just about one hundred thirty meters below the surface. There was no light other than that brought with the camera, providing a start contrast to the otherwise pitch black surroundings.
Alfred, currently in charge of the controls and sitting far above in the boat his team was on for the project, started testing the motors by spinning the vehicle in a slow circle, scanning for anything in the surrounding waters. After a full loop with nothing he sighed, settling in for a long wait until something chose to swim by.
A half-hour in his friend Chelles came in with two cups of coffee, settling into the seat beside him and peering at the screen while handing one to him. "Anything yet?" She asked, sipping at her drink.
"Nope, but it's only been a half-hour. I'll only get worried if something doesn't show up after two-"
"What was that?"
Alfred twirled back to the screen, seeing nothing. "What'd you see?"
"I don't know, I just saw something move on the edge of the light-"
Something glinted as it swept past, its outline barely distinguishable. After a moment with neither daring to breathe it came into view again, stopping in the dim light.
"Are you seeing this...?" Alfred asked, eyes glued to the screen.
"Only if you are." She replied, unable to believe what they were seeing.
The hair framing the creature's face spread out in all direction, beautiful and frightening. Its eyes were locked onto the camera, or perhaps the light on it, seeming to look past them straight to the people watching through it. It suddenly made a silent shriek, jaw open to reveal sharp teeth as it dashed in at the camera, the image sputtering out and going dead almost as soon as the creature reached it.
The two sat there in silence, staring at the grainy screen for what felt like hours. Only their other teammate, Antonio, coming in to check on them startled them out of it.
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The first thing Alfred realizes upon waking up is that the sun is halfway set, meaning he'd slept on the beach for several hours and was definitely late to get home.
The second was that it was cold next to the ocean, the water-laden breeze making him shiver, reminding him that his clothes were still back in the car.
The third was that there was someone lying next to him, wide violet eyes staring at him while a webbed hand hovered just over his face.
The two stare at each other for several moments, neither wanting to make the first move. Alfred's eyes eventually move of their own accord, sliding down the other's body, past where the smooch skin melts into shimmering purple scales, ending with wide near-transparent fins.
The merman speaks, a popping, bubbling sound which was probably better suited to under the water. Alfred still somehow gets a strange sense of what's being asked, as if the other's not entirely speaking with his voice, and refocuses on his face.
"Alfred."
The merman tilts his head, making some more popping sounds before touching a wet hand to his face, pale fingers running over sun tanned skin. It isn't so much a direct thought as a small bubble in the back of his mind popping open.
"Matthew?"
The merman smiles shyly, and Alfred returns it.
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It wasn't long before Alfred was shivering hard, forcing him to finally get up to leave. Matthew stared forlornly at him, even as Alfred ran a hand through his half-dried hair while promising to come back as soon as he could. Alfred turned to leave, feeling the gaze following him as he walked up towards the parking lot, and only stopped to look back when the gaze fell away only to see the form slipping back into the ocean.
He shook his head, getting into his car and driving home with the mental imagine of bright violet eyes stuck in his head the entire way.
Naturally, his parents were upset with him being gone so long without telling them, but after convincing them he had just gone to hang out with some friends and had lost track of time, they begrudgingly let up on their questioning. Sneaking a bag of chips from the cupboard - after all, he HAD missed dinner - he collapsed on his bed, eating relatively quietly while letting his thoughts drift.
One part of him was convinced he'd just dreamed up Matthew, a result of too much sun affecting his mind. The rest of him couldn't get the strange young merman out of his head, eyes intelligent but also inhuman-
He wondered, for a while, whether his promise to the other was safe.
He also wondered, for a much shorter period of time, why he was still willing to go back anyways.
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It took a week to convince himself that he was not going back. He had no reason to besides a half-made promise, and it wasn't like the other would even be there waiting just for him. This was only reinforced by the research he'd done in his spare time, with tales of men lured by pretty faces into the depths to disappear forever.
On the eighth night he dreamed of dulled violet eyes, a drying body on the shore of someone who'd waited too long for someone who never came.
On the ninth morning he was at the shore, the only one there, making his way down to the end, the only sign of companionship the glint of purple under the water.
When he settled down next to Matthew, just where the water reached the top of his hips, he felt cool arms wrap around him and a damp head in his lap, all conveying a sense of loneliness and gratitude.
Alfred decided that at least the rest of his life would be interesting.
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Breathe in, hold, breathe out. Breathe in, hold, breathe out. Repeat again and again.
Alfred had found, through trial and error, that focusing on breathing kept him from fully succumbing to the pain of the transformation and thus to the instincts that came with it. He knew he wasn't in control, not really, but it wasn't either.
And as long as it wasn't in control, he was safe. Everyone was safe.
His ears perked, attention already on the door when it opened, the scent of warm raw meat not enough to block the nervous scent wafting from his packmate- no, brother.
With a hesitant smile, Matthew set the dish down, backing away as Alfred all but leapt on it and tore it apart, the food setting warmly in his stomach and makingit even weaker.
Only when the plate was cleaned did Matthew approach again, knowing only now was he safe from fangs tonight. Slender warms wrapped around a furry neck, Matthew burying his face into the thick fur. Murmured apologies reached Alfred's ears, and he whined softly, not understanding now but providing what comfort he could.
In the morning, it would be the other way around, Alfred clinging tight to his brother while apologizing for putting everyone in danger every month.
Although he never said it, Alfred felt it ironic that he'd been cursed for saving someone's life.
Some hero he was now.
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AN: I can always be bugged into writing more of any particular AU in here, just saying. I just generally don't unless I find inspiration to otherwise. Happy Halloween everyone!