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, Nyo!Russia, Ame + Rus friendship, light AmeCan

Not to be taken seriously.

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Alfred and Anya blinked at the other Nations. Turned to look at each other with matching baffled expressions. Turned back to the faces of the expectant Nations who seemed to be convinced they had uncovered a scandalous secret.

"Me and… Anya." It gave the sense of a question despite being a statement.

Francis looked suitably smug; then again, he'd been the one to start 'suspecting' them first.

Alfred turned back to Anya again, at a complete loss. She rolled her eyes, gaze flickering back to the Nations before a mischievous light entered her eyes. She turned back to them, face completely innocent, and Alfred waited with baited breath to see what came next.

"That is such interesting news!" She smiled, clapping her hands together. "I did not realize I had been in a relationship with Alfred for the past few months. Did you?"

Alfred quickly hid his grin, realizing the game. For someone he used to hate, she was a great friend to match wits with. "First I've heard of it. Man, don't you just hate being left out of the loop like that?"

"Indeed," She replied. "Then again, I usually am the last person to learn about such things, due to my, ah, isolated position. What is your excuse for not saying something before now?"

His response was dry. "I was busy not realizing that we were passionately in love with each other. I blame pancakes."

"Ah, yes, the dread pancakes. They can confused even the most devoted of hearts." She placed a hand to her heart, lips twitching upwards from their otherwise solemn position.

"So, what do we do now that we've been enlightened to our relationship?"

Her hand moved to cover her mouth, which could no longer hide her amused smile. "Obviously, I must now kidnap you and take you to my house to have my wicked wicked way with you."

He tilted his head back slightly, frowning playfully. "Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?"

"Perhaps in America, but in Soviet Russia, woman kidnap you."

Alfred fought hard to keep a straight face. "You'd better ask Mattie first, though; you know how he gets when I disappear on him."

She gasped lightly. "Of course, how rude of me." She turned to the Canadian, who was trying and failing to hide his own amusement at the show. "Matvey, you would not mind terribly if I kidnapped your boyfriend and had my wicked wicked way with him, would you?"

"As long as you have him back before noon tomorrow; we have a hockey match to go to." He paused, mostly for dramatic effect, before continuing. "Also, don't abuse him too much - I want him in one piece tomorrow night."

"Of course," Anya replied demurely. "I will be very gentle with him. Come along now, Alfreka."

The two stood at the same time, Alfred obediently clasping his hands behind his back to Anya could 'escort' him out of the room. One could hear his voice fade as he walked away saying, "Just promise you aren't going to try and dress me up again…"

There was a long stretch of silence between the Nations, until Matthew finally couldn't take it anymore and burst into laughter, holding onto the table to keep himself from falling out of his chair. Really, he couldn't have thought of a better way to mock the others if he'd had a month; bless his boyfriend and best friend.

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AN: Basically just an America + fem!Russia friendship fic, with background(?) AmeCan. Really I just wanted the two to be sassy best friends. I'd apologize but I grinned too much while writing this.

This should not be taken seriously.

Seriously.