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, humor

[Part 22 Page 13]

Prompt: Inspired by the tickling prompt a few pages back. And because I don't think this has been done before, which is super sad!

Someone (or multiple someones) finds out that Russia is ticklish and is extremely surprised by it.

Bonus points: After everything the person(s) doing the tickling thinks Russia is going to brutally attack them, but he doesn't.

Title: Whoops!

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If it wouldn't have given him away early, Alfred would have snickered at the brilliance of his latest plan. It was all part of a game he and Matthew were playing against each other, a game they'd played since they were kids.

Over the years, they'd gotten good at hiding from each other, only to leap out and catch the other by surprise, tickling them into submission and winning the round. They'd long lost count of their respective scores, but that was no reason to drop the game, as it was simply too much fun to resist.

Lately, though, they'd had to step it up. Hence, why Alfred was now in a utility closet, waiting patiently for his brother to pass by so he could attack. He knew this was the only way back to the meeting hall that didn't involve an obscenely long detour around the building, and Matthew had no idea this was coming, so he had no reason to be cautious in passing by.

Seriously, how long did it take to use the bathroom? Alfred frowned, resisting the urge to tap his fingers against the wall in impatience. The meeting was going to start again any minute, and Matt wasn't one to be late-

There! Hurried footsteps down the hall. Matt must've gotten caught up with something else. Alfred grinned, cracking the door just enough to push it open easily but not enough for someone outside to notice it opening… hopefully, anyways…

The mentally traced the footsteps, waiting until he heard them just about to pass by before throwing the door open and leaping at the passing Nation.

"Hah! Bet you didn't expect that, bro!" He cackled, three seconds into mercilessly attacking his sides before realizing that the person under him wasn't his brother.

Still, he never knew Ivan was ticklish. He supposed there was always one last thing to learn before you got brained for a perceived assault on someone else's person. As Ivan caught his breath, still red from his choked laughter, Matthew ran up to them, taking in the scene passively before turning to Alfred.

"What the heck were you thinking?" He cried, clearly thinking along the same lines as his brother.

Alfred bristled. "I thought he was you! I spent fifteen minutes waiting for you to come back from the bathroom so I could catch you by surprise!"

Matthew groaned. "Alfred, I thought we agreed that the meetings were off limits!"

Oh. Right. "Uh… whoops?"

"Much as I am enjoying your spat, I would like to get up, Alfreka."

"Right, uh, really sorry about the mix-up dude." Alfred apologized, standing up and offering a helping hand to the Slavic Nation.

Ivan laughed again, surprisingly light for the large Nation, and pat him on the head. "It is fine. Just don't do it again, da?"

With that comment and a smile, he turned and left, leaving the twins by themselves in the hall. After a moment of staring after him, they turned to each other, silently coming to a mutual agreement to never bring the game anywhere near the meetings again if they could help it.

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AN: A little but of humorous stuff, I guess. I should practice writing Ivan more, he feels a bit OOC... hrrmmm...

Also, 'chapter' 50 of the story! Wow, I never expected to get this far.