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, Random drabbles

Wendigo AU #2315326543, A Vinland!Verse drabble, and two single father arthur!AU drabbles.

Enjoy.

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The smell used to bother him; rotting flesh and a mix of fresh and dried blood wasn't usually something people enjoyed lingering around for long.

Alfred, however, hadn't had much choice but to get used to it.

For Matt's sake.

Oh, he'd screamed and cried and tried to deny what had happened at first, but there was no way to forget the fear in his twin's eyes as the shadows had consumed him, twisting him into this. He'd tried to hide in a corner to escape the creature his brother had become, sobbing in fear when it'd dragged him out of his dark corner.

He'd thought he was dead, then.

But

Something had stilled its hunger, at least around him. He liked to think his brother was still in there, trying to fight for control. Some days it even seemed like it, with the way the beast acted around him.

Whatever it was, Alfred had come to realize that he was the only thing keeping the monster from murdering more people than it already was. So he stayed, despite his fears.

Because someone had to save Matthew from himself.

Even if it killed them both.

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Arthur hadn't so much as looked at another women since his wife had died in childbirth. He'd felt that it was cheating on her memory, even if his mind told him he was being ridiculous for not moving on even after a year.

It didn't really matter though - he had much bigger priorities than a love life, such as the little boy who had quickly because his only light in a gloomy world. Little Peter, just over a year, with his wife's brilliant eyes and laughter. Little Peter, who had kept him from falling into a vicious cycle of drinking and self pity in those weeks and months after his beloved Anri had left their lives.

So one spring day, when he had taken Peter to the park to get them both fresh air, he hadn't been prepared for the way his breath seemed to evade him or the way his heart skipped when Matthew had walked by, nose first in a book and unheeding of the path ahead until he'd nearly tripped head first into the single father.

"I'm sorry, sir, are you all right?" Matthew had asked the older man, offering a helping hand to Arthur, who was still staring at the stranger in a daze.

"Oh- I'm fine, don't worry about me-" He replied after a moment, shaking his head and accepting the hand, pretending he wasn't flushed lightly at how soft it and the young man's smile both were.

Peter, who had watched the whole event with wide eyes, and gotten Matthew's attention and, with a big grin, handed Matthew the flower he'd picked from nearby as thanks.

When the young man laughed at the gesture while accepting graciously, Arthur realized he was fucked.

And not in the good way either.

At least, not yet.

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"Can't catch me~!" Lief cried out, laughing gleefully as he dashed across the field, his brother chasing after with an equally wide and carefree grin.

"Wait up!" Hop had yelled, focused entirely on catching his twin brother.

Behind them, Sweden and Denmark stood, watching with smiles as the two ran about, enjoying the fresh air and clean feeling of the New World air.

"Odin, those two are adorable." Denmark commented, laughing as Hop managed to tackle his brother to the ground, the two beginning to roll around in the grass.

"We're lucky to have them." Sweden replied, eyes watchful as the two started to roll closer to the woods. He frowned lightly, about to step forward before he felt a slap on his shoulder.

"It's so weird to see you smile so much. Those two must really be good for you."

Sweden snorted, turning to Denmark with a small shake of his head. "And you're less of a jerk when you're around them, so I could say the same."

"Hey!" But Denmark was grinning, unphased by the insult. "At least I don't mother them."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sweden's face, flushed as it was, betrayed him, though.

The two were interrupted by twin screams, their heads snapping towards the woods that the twins had apparently disappeared into during their conversation. Now the two were running toward them, wide eyed as they made their way straight toward their guardians.

"MAMA! MAMA!"

Behind them was a large brown beast - wasn't it called a moose by the natives? - who seemed more intent on scaring them off then hurting them.

Sweden still ran forward though, gathering the two up and hauling them out of the way of the beast.

"This is why I told you to not wander off." Sweden chastised them gently, holding them close as they calmed down from their scare.

"We're sorry..." Hop mumbled, a similar apology following from Leif.

"C'mon, let's head back - I think dinner's just about ready." Denmark added, ruffling their hair and making them straighten a little as they smiled.

"Food!" They cheered, making Denmark and Sweden laugh as they all headed back to the village, glad everything had turned out alright.

Behind them, the moose snorted, meandering back into the woods.

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Arthur sighed exhaustedly, the smile on his face weakened by the fact that he'd just spent an hour trying to calm Peter down. However, he couldn't begrudge his son for being young, and he loved when Peter was laughing happily like he was now, unburdened by the weight of the world.

He sighed again, letting Peter grab his fingers and smiling a bit more genuinely as the other started babbling.

"I wish your mother were still here, Peter... she'd make everything so much easier..."

"Mama..."

Arthur's smile froze, scarcely believing his ears as he looked down at his son, who was unaware of the sudden ache that one word had put into his father's chest.

"...yes, Peter, I miss her too..."

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AN: More random drabbles. Sorry for not posting much, but I sort burned out and I'm trying to get back into the swing again.