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, Freakshow AU

[Part 22 Page 13]

America ends up as part of a freak show, where he meets others in there, all deformed or can do unusual things. He wants to escape and he wants to take his new friends with him.

Bonus: pairings are allowed, but I'm a bit picky when it comes to certain ones .

Bonus: America has his strength but he also has something else different about him

Title: Showpieces

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Alfred's found out when he's barely fifteen.

To his credit, the fact that he'd hidden his true nature until then was something of a small miracle, because as anyone could attest, wings aren't exactly easy to hide. It wasn't his wings, though, that gave him away - those were only discovered after his old and well loved jacket had been torn away from him during his first escape attempt.

No, what had gotten him captured was his own brand of heroism coming to bite him in the ass.

He'd thought that the other boy had been in trouble; it had certainly looked like it, what with the big guy looming over him and looking menacing while the boy himself looked nervous. Alfred had leapt in without a second thought, shoving the man away and to the ground before turning with a grin to his latest 'rescue'.

"Hey there, you alright?"

The boy just gaped, eyes wide, looking a lot more worried than before. Alfred paused, giving himself a chance to see the man picking himself up out of the corner of his eye and somehow looking even more menacing than before, even with his glasses. His fists raised, facing the man again. "What, ready for round two already?"

"I think that's quite enough of that out of you, young man." Alfred twirled, ready to face the newcomer, only to freeze in sudden fear upon locking eyes with sharp-pupiled green.

The man smirked, stepping forward to grab his chin and lift it up, examining Alfred in much the way one would an interesting bauble. Alfred started to force himself out of whatever strange fear was gripping him, pulling away weakly and earning a raised eyebrow from the man.

"You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" He turned away, looking towards the other boy. "Did he hurt you, Matthew?"

Matthew shook his head, eyes carefully averted from the man's, probably to avoid the same thing that was still gripping Alfred. The man he'd shoved out of the way earlier came to stand next to Matthew, resting a hand on his shoulder while looking to the newcomer.

"He's a lot stronger than he looks; be careful with him, Mr. Kirkland."

"Oh, really now?" The man replied, glancing back to Alfred. "How… peculiar."

It was about then that Alfred managed to break free, shoving the snake-eyed man away and making a break for it. Whoever these people were, they were clearly Bad News. He never should have given himself away like that-

"Oh no you don't-" A hand grabbed at him, clasping tight to the top of his jacket and trapping him. He squirmed desperately for escape, not even noticing the jacket sliding from his shoulders until suddenly he was free, stumbling forward several steps before realizing what was missing. Sucking in a breath, he twirled, eyes squinted to avoid Kirkland's eyes while allowing him to realize with a sinking heart that held tight in his grip.

"You, boy, just became very much worth my time." The man said, his smirk now almost predatory. "Matthew, if you would."

Matthew turned to him again, face apologetic, before his lips parted, and Alfred knew no more but vague bliss.

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When Alfred woke up, he was in a small, plain room, with nothing but a bed and table. Both, he found, were bolted to the floor, making it difficult for even him to lift them. Obviously they'd taken precautions against his strength.

He also noted, with some discomfort, that both his baggy shirt and old bomber jacket were gone, leaving his back - and wings - fully exposed. On top of that, a fast check of his wings showed several of them clipped, probably to prevent him flying off. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry - the idea that he could fly meant they vastly overestimated him, but at the same time it meant that he couldn't even make an attempt at escaping that way.

His head fell into his hands, hiding his face as he shook silently. What was going to happen to him now? Would he be experimented on, as the few who had known his secret had warned? Would he be put on display in some rich guy's home like some prize pet? Would he be - he swallowed - killed, disposed of like some abomination?

He curled into himself, pressed against the bedframe to make himself as small as possible. His wings were half-wrapped around himself, shielding him from view of anyone who cared to look in.

Why was he born the way he was? Alfred had been told that his parents had both been completely normal people, nothing spectacular at all, so when he'd been born like the freak he was, they'd done the only thing any normal person would do and left him to die so that they didn't have to deal with him.

He wasn't sure whether it was true - sometimes he liked to dream they had been just like him, wings and all, and had loved him but been forced to give him up.

Sometimes, though, he just couldn't bring himself to believe that.

Alfred heard a soft click from the other side of the door - a lock? that didn't bode well - and the slow creak of it opening, although he was too wrapped in his depression to bother to look. Quiet footsteps padded across the room, followed by the sound of something being set on the table, and then-

Alfred instinctively flinched away from the hand that settled on his wings, twirling to glare at the person who attempted it. "Don't touch me!"

Matthew frowned, withdrawing but not leaving the room.

Still bitter from being tricked, Alfred refused to let up on his glare. "What do you want? Here to laugh at me for being stupid enough to fall for your trap?"

Matthew shook his head, now looking sad. It only made Alfred angrier; what right did this boy have to be sad - this boy who clearly had done this sort of thing before? "What, don't have anything to say for yourself? Oh wait, I bet your master does that for you too! Probably haven't had a hard day in your life-"

Alfred stopped, too startled by the sudden slap he'd received to do more than stare blankly after Matthew as he stormed out of the room. After a few moments to cool down from his own emotional high, he realized with a small twinge of guilt that he had been rather rude to the other boy without really knowing anything about him.

Then again, surely Matthew deserved it for everything he'd done to Alfred, like… like...

He groaned, pulling his legs back to his chest and settling his head on his knees, completely enclosing himself in his wings; it was his small comfort, a way to hide himself from all the bad things in the world for a short time. Why couldn't things be simple?

His stomach growled, letting him know that he hadn't eaten in… well, however long he'd been out. He sighed, wondering when he'd get food, before remembering that Matthew had brought something in with him. Peeking out, he saw that indeed it was a food tray with a simple meal and glass of water.

...At least it wasn't gruel, he thought to himself as he ate, shoving down the desire for a nice burger or at least something with more flavor than this.

Eying the walls, he wondered whether he could smash through them like the Hulk, before realizing with an internal sigh that if they'd thought of bolting the furniture down, they'd probably thought of that too.

It was strange, actually. They were feeding him normal food, and other than being locked in the rather empty room he wasn't restrained in any way. What did they want from him, then?

...he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

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AN: So I decided to go with wings, so sue me. I like Al with wings. Anyways, here's yet another thingy that I may never finish or I may work on more.

I don't think I'll do pairings, but who knows…