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, UKCan

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"What were you thinking going up against that thing?" Arthur all but snapped at Matthew, carefully wrapping the Canadian's wounded arm up.

"He wasn't going to hurt me until you shot him…" Matthew grumbled, biting back a wince at a particularly tight tug of the gauze.

"It was a bloody vampire, on a full moon-"

"I know, Arthur, but-"

"-honestly, you've gone insane from too much combat-"

"-Arthur-"

"-should stick you in the madhouse if it wouldn't make you an easy target-"

"-it was my brother."

"Wot." Arthur levelled Matthew's annoyed look with his own flat one.

"The vampire that 'attacked' me was my twin brother. Who, in fact, wasn't attacking me at all."

Arthur finished wrapping the arm, tucking the end underneath and putting the extra gauze away. "I find that difficult to believe."

Matthew sighed, leaning back and rubbing at his face with his good hand. "He was turned two years ago, right before I joined the corps. I didn't say anything because I didn't want anyone to hurt him. He's- well, I can't say he's normal, but he's still good. He only feeds from animals, and he tries to avoid hurting the hunters that see him, just knocks them out and blurs their memories."

Arthur frowned. "How do you know he isn't lying to you?"

Matthew shook his head. "I've asked myself that too, at first. But he's just- you have to know him to understand. He's shared a lot of inside information on their movements and leadership, which is why we've been having a high success rate lately."

Arthur had been wondering about the slight increase, marking it down as a lucky streak or carelessness on the vampires' parts. But an inside feed?

"On top of that, well…" Matthew shrugged with one arm, smiling a bit sheepishly. "He's my brother. He's the only family I have left, really, so…"

Arthur rested his hands on the younger man's shoulders. "Just be careful Matthew - I don't want to see you hurt."

Matthew laughed softly, resting his hand on one of Arthur's. "Love you too."

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"I'm home." Arthur called out tiredly as he stepped into the house. He'd been buried under a heap of paperwork, making him late to get home, much to his embarrassment.

"Oh, Mr. Kirkland!" Matthew greeted, quickly rising from his spot on the couch where he'd been watching TV. "I already put Peter to bed, so you don't have to worry about that."

"Thank you." Arthur smiled sincerely, holding back a chuckle at the light flush that spread across the college student's face. "I'm sorry if I ruined any plans for you this evening."

"No, it's fine, I didn't really have much to do."

"If you're sure." Matthew was probably just being polite to not hurt his feelings. "How much do I owe you, again?"

He gave Matthew an extra ten dollars on top of the price named, causing the Canadian to initially refuse. "It really wasn't any trouble, Mr. Kirkland-"

"Please, call me Arthur. And you worked overtime, so you deserve extra pay. Basic economics."

"But sir-"

"Matthew, it's fine." He closed Matthew's hand around the bills, causing the other to blush even more furiously and cut himself off.

"Thank you, Arthur." He managed to get out, quickly leaving and leaving Arthur behind to chuckle.

After a moment, he stepped into the kitchen, intent on making himself a late snack, only to find some cooling food already set out for him. Blinking, he cautiously took a bite, relishing the taste of the food thoroughly. He glanced back towards the doorway thoughtfully, taking another bite and wondering idly whether it might not be too terrible to be a bit late more often.

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Arthur was quiet for a long moment after his boss had finished explaining his offer. Higher pay. More benefits. Increased vacation time.

All he had to do was accept a post halfway across the city from his home, which would no doubt mean an hour's commute either way at the least.

And that meant much less time with Peter.

He smiled, somewhat strained. "I'm sorry sir, but I can't accept right now."

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AN: Just some more random drabbles. My friends seem to have certain themes of requests which don't quite mesh with my preferred writing, but whatever. It sucks being the only one of my friends to ship AmeCan as my primary and pretty much sole OTP.