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 AmeCan Drabbles
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"You're the best. Seriously." Alfred sniffled, accepting the large bowl of soup he was handed by his brother. Normally even a winter this bad wouldn't have him more than grumbling about the cold, but with his still recovering economy came a weakened immune system, which meant that combined with the cold... well...
Alfred sneezed, rubbing at his nose in annoyance. At least there was an upside to being stuck in his house and buried under several quilts, and that was his brother/sort-of-really-intense-crush coming over to check in on him.
Matthew laughed, ruffling his brother's hair. "Well someone has to take care of you when you're sick, since you're not going to do it yourself."
Alfred pouted, taking a large gulp of his soup despite it still being hot, hissing as it scalded his tongue. "It's just a dumb cold; it'll be gone in a few days anyways."
"It would be gone already if you hadn't tried to 'work it off' by going to work when you got it in the first place."
"But I can't just not do my job," The American replied after taking another, cooler gulp of soup. "There are lots of people counting on me."
"You don't always have to be everyone's hero, you know." Matthew sighed, sitting down next to his brother, hugging the blanket pile the other was wrapped in. "You should learn to relax more often."
"I know how to relax, sheesh," Alfred grumbled. "It's just that i have a lot of work because I'm the only superpower still around. And China totes doesn't count yet."
"Of course, Alfred." Matthew sighed, placing a chaste kiss on his brother's forehead.
This served well to distract the American from his sickness-induced irritation, the flush spreading across his face having nothing to do with the quilts encasing him. Really, why did his brother have to be so- so-
"What am I gonna do with you?" The Canadian quietly laughed, unaware of his twin's inner turmoil.
"Keep me?" Alfred offered before he could process the words, ducking his face into the thick sheets and pretending he wasn't feeling embarrassingly warm from the way Matthew's laughter rang through the room.
"Of course, mon frere. Do you want more soup?"
Alfred lifted his head enough to look to his bowl, which at some point had apparently been emptied. How had he not noticed he'd finished it off already? The cold must have been affecting him more than he'd care to admit. "Nah, I'm full. Thanks, Mattie."
"You're welcome. Do you need anything else?"
Just you, Alfred thought.
"Just a nap, I think." He admitted out loud, yawning for greater emphasis.
Matthew smiled, ruffling his brother's hair to mumbled protests. "I'll leave you alone for a bit then so you can sleep." He started to get up, only to be pulled back down gently by Alfred.
"Nooooooo, stay a bit. I don't wanna go to sleep on my own." Really, he just knew that if he let his brother go now, the other would be gone when he got up; even a few minutes more would be worth it.
Matthew sighed again, but relented, allowing Alfred to rest his head in the Canadian's lap. Alfred closed his eyes, humming as his brother's hand played with his hair, slowly beginning to drift off.
"Mmm... love ya, Mattie..."
"Love you too, Al."
"Love you best..."
When next Alfred woke, his head was clearer, and the house was emptier. The American sighed, extracting himself from the blankets to make himself something light to eat.
He remembered nothing of his last words to his brother from earlier.
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There are few moments Matthew loves more than when Alfred is excited about something. The way his face lights up, stars dancing in his eyes and he eagerly goes on about whatever has caught his interest, too quickly for any to follow easily. And Matthew, to be fair, tries to follow as best he can, but he always ends up conceding, allowing himself to instead enjoy the sound of Alfred's voice washing past him, the way Alfred moves and shines and smiles as he uses everything available to him to emphasize whatever point he's on.
Right now, though, he's just a little bit annoyed.
He doesn't mind Alfred's passion for stars, really he doesn't, but with how lovely and tempting his other half looks right now, he really wants all that devotion and passion directed elsewhere.
Namely, him.
So in the middle of an explanation on the Virgo cluster, Alfred is understandably surprised to be interrupted by his twin pulling his gaze gently away from the sky, cutting off the confused question with a warm, needy kiss. Of course, he returns it, forgetting what he was saying in favor of exploring something closer to home.
There are worse ways to be interrupted, really.
"Hey, Alfie?"
"Yeah, Mattie?"
"Who 're you gonna marry when you grow up?"
Alfred thought a moment, humming to himself. "I dunno. But she's definitely gonna be pretty, just like momma was. And she's gonna be really nice and play video games and fight bad guys with me." He turned to his best friend. "What about you?"
Matthew bit his lip. "I dunno… all I girls I see at school all seem so weird… and they don't really seem to like me much..."
The blue-eyed boy frowned. "Well, if none of them will marry you, then I will!"
"Huh? But what about the lady?"
"Oh, yeah." Alfred frowned. "Then I just won't get married until you do." He nodded decisively.
"Would you really do that for me?" Matthew asked, wide eyed.
Alfred grin. "You're my bestest friend, Mattie. Course I'm not gonna do something without you."
"...promise?"
"Promise."
The two linked pinky fingers, smiling cheerfully.
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The after party for the wedding was in full swing, everyone drinking and enjoying themselves to the music playing. Alfred and Matthew had already retreated to a corner after breaking up a ensuing fight between their respective fathers, who had of course gotten into an argument over their sons.
"Really, you'd think they'd know better than to fight at a wedding of all places." Alfred gripped, collapsing onto a bench.
Matthew sat down beside him, ruffling the other man's hair. "I don't think anything could keep them from fighting. Remember when we came out to them?"
"Oh god, don't remind me." Alfred groaned. "They spent half an hour blaming each other for who 'corrupted' who before we finally got them to shut up."
Matthew laughed, leaning back to watch the party going on without them for now. Alfred joined him, the two enjoying the brief moment of relative quiet.
"...hey, remember that promise we made when we were eight?"
"The one where I promised to not marry before you, right?" Alfred's lips quirked up into a grin. "I definitely kept that one."
Matthew huffed in amusement. "You were so sure you were going to marry some pretty girl who'd play hero with you."
"Welllllllll…" Alfred grinned, gently placing a hand on the other man's face to turn it towards him. "I definitely married the prettiest guy around. And he's more than willing to play hero and video games with me. That still counts, right?"
Matthew blushed, ducking his head a bit. "Are you ever going to stop calling me that?"
"Not even when we're old and wrinkly." Alfred nuzzled his nose against Matthew's before gently placing a kiss on his lips. "I love you, Matthew Williams-Jones."
His husband smiled. "I love you too, Alfred Williams-Jones. Even if you are a big dork."
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Alfred and Matthew looked quietly upon the unconscious child, neither making a move to help him despite how pale he was.
"...the one that turned him can't be too far. We could still probably catch him if we left now."
"Alfred, we can't just leave a fledgling vampire alone!" Especially one so, so young. How had the poor boy survived long enough for the poison to take effect? "What if he wakes up while we're gone? There won't be anything to keep him from attacking the first person to wander by."
Alfred sighed, turning back to the boy. The son of a wealthy merchant, who also so happened to be a powerful vampire hunter in his own right. The house had been heavily warded, designed to keep anything that wasn't human well away from the grounds, and definitely far away from the house itself, especially the vulnerable child inside.
So how had that one gotten in?
Neither of them could think of any answers that didn't mean Trouble.
"Artie's not gonna be happy."
Matthew snorted. "No one's gonna be happy. The child of a hunter being turned? He's already dead."
The two quieted again, no sound other than the settling of the house for the night breaking the silence of the dark room.
"...you know there's only one thing we can do now, right?"
"Alfred-"
"If we take him to the council, he dies. If we wait for Arthur to get back, he dies. If we follow the council's orders..."
Matthew frowned at his partner. "You know if they find out, they'll oust us as traitors."
"I didn't sign up for this to kill innocent children!"
"...I know, Al. Neither of us did."
They looked back to Peter again, the boy still unconscious (but not dead, no matter how corpse-like he appeared right now.)
They then turned to each other, a silent agreement passing between them.
Really, there was only one moral thing to do.
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When Alfred had started taking on summertime jobs for a bit of pocket cash, he'd figured the worst he'd have to deal with was the occasional crazy old guy who complained about the way he mowed the lawn or something. Overall, though, it wasn't too bad a deal, especially when he could afford to get all the new games he wanted for his console just for a bit of hard work.
Then he was hired by Bonnefoy, the rich guy who lived down several blocks from his own more modest home.
He hadn't really questioned why the guy would hire some teen like him to clean the pool once a week when he clearly could afford a professional to do in instead, figuring he was probably just a more convenient alternative to making a bunch of calls for one swimming pool. Even the warning of not wearing too much clothing while working had gone right over his head, figuring that that was just common sense - if you fell into the pool, you didn't exactly want to have all your clothes soaked through, right?
The first warning bell came when he was greeted at the door of the place not by Mr. Bonnefoy, but by a kid who couldn't be any older than him, who introduced himself as 'Mathieu', and offered to show him to the backyard. The smile had definitely seemed friendly enough, but Alfred couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong with it throughout the walk.
It got worse when he moved to strip down, only to realize that Mathieu was still there and didn't seem inclined to move.
"Uh, do you mind?" He asked, blushing just a tad.
Mathieu just flashed another smile. "Non, I'm good."
The other boy didn't leave even while Alfred was working, leaving the blue-eyed boy well aware of the gaze following him. He had a very good feeling he now knew exactly why he'd been hired, and it definitely wasn't about saving money.
Finally, finally he finished, and with a sigh of relief he reached for his shirt so he could just get home, only to be stopped by a hand resting on his.
"You'll be back next week, non?" Matthew leaned a little bit closer, prompting Alfred to lean back. "Papa did hire you for the rest of summer, after all."
Alfred mentally groaned. He was not looking forward to another ten weeks of this, but a promise was a promise…
Even if the guy's kid was clearly the main reason he was here at all.
Why me!?
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"Oh, Mattieeeeee…"
The angel's head lifted from his garden, recognizing the voice all too well. He bit back a groan when he felt seemingly gentle arms wrap around him, a warm body pressing into his back.
If it were a human, it'd be one thing. But the person near-grappling him from behind was definitely no human.
"Hello, Amelia."
She leaned down, purring into his ear. "Did you miss me, Mattie?"
He forced down any sort of admittance that could come close to affirmation. "You know you shouldn't keep coming here."
"Aww, you do care! Or do you just not want the others to get jealous of you?" She let him go, allowing him to turn and look at her in all her half-naked glory. It'd made him flush in embarrassment at first, but now he was immune to the sight.
"Amelia…" He sighed.
The demoness laughed. "There isn't an angel or demon around here besides you who could lay a hand on me unless I let them, and we both know it."
Considering she could snap limbs as easily as twigs despite her deceptively 'soft' appearance, he knew it to be true. She'd done it once, when another demon had attacked him. He hadn't known until then that demonic blood was as red as their wings; he'd always thought it'd be black. He still wasn't sure whether it was a good thing she was so possessive of him or not, considering he'd be dead otherwise.
"Still, one of these centuries Heaven will send an Archangel, and even as strong as you are…" He bit his lip.
Amelia grinned sharply, pressing a burning kiss to his cheek. "Even if they kill me for good, they'll have to work for it. I'm not letting anyone take my angel from me if I can help it."
Matthew felt a shiver go down his spine at the words.
There was a reason one didn't make nice with demons...
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AN: Yeah, sorry for not posting much for February... sorta burned out a bit, but didn't want to slide back into my bad not-writing habits completely...
My friends gave me some writing prompts for AmeCan. These are what I came up with. I sorta like them all. Word count for this month is only 6800, as opposed to my 12900 of each of the previous two months. Bleh. Better than nothing.