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, Character Death, human AU

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"Hey, Mattie, Francis came by again today." Alfred's hand was wrapped around his twins, a small smile plastered on his face. "Brought by some cookies and said that if I was gonna stay here I should eat something that 'doesn't taste like Artie's cooking'.

"Chellie says your casts should be coming off soon - everything's all healed up, so you'll be able to kick butt in hockey again like you always do. Just promise me you'll knock that Ruskie for a good one, yeah? He's been all weird lately and really needs it.

Alfred swallowed, the smile starting to slip.

"Everyone's really missed ya, y'know. Keep sending cards and flowers and everything. Almost feels like Valentine's Day all over again, only you haven't gotten all freaked out over the attention yet. You remember that time you got cornered by a couple of the cheerleaders by the gym and had lipstick all over your cheeks?"

He laughed softly, a more honest grin stretching across his face.

"Francis couldn't stop congratulating you for being a 'real casanova' and Artie was practically fuming. You couldn't stop blushing for a full week, dude, it was hilarious."

His chatter lulled, supplanted by the steady beeping of the machine.

"...I really, really wish I hadn't let you leave the party without me. I thought you'd get a taxi home or something, not..."

Another pause, as he tried to find his voice again.

"...Please wake up, soon, Mattie. Please..."

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"Hey, Alfred."

Alfred looks over to his brother from where he's lying in the grass. "Yeah, Mattie?"

Matthew is lying beside him, looking right back at him with a soft smile. "It's been a while since we've done this, hasn't it? Just… hung out together."

"Mmm." Alfred isn't complaining at all.

"I think I could just stay in a place like this forever…" He lets his gaze move up to that endless too-blue sky, Alfred's gaze following after a moment. "…hey, Al, you don't mind if I take a nap, do you?"

"Nah, it's cool."

"Thanks… I'm just… really tired…"

Something coils in Alfred's gut, heavy and dark, and his ears are starting to ring. "Hey, Mattie?"

No response, and Alfred forces himself up to look at his brother, who isn't moving. "Mattie, something's wrong, we need to go."

Still no response, and the ringing is getting louder, so Alfred reaches over to grab his brother to shake him awake only to pass right thr-

He's shaken awake, the ringing becoming the endless eeeeeeeeeeeee of the monitor, and its only when he's been dragged halfway from the room that it dawns on his foggy mind what's wrong.

"Mattie!" He practically screams, trying to get back to his brother. "Mattie, no, you're supposed to wake up-"

He's pushed down the hall and into a chair, held and held down by the nurse he had liked but now hated more than anything because she was keeping him from his brother, whispering to him through his shouts and sobs.

He doesn't know how long he struggles - minutes, seconds, hours - but when the doctor finally leaves the room and looks at him, he simply knows, and collapses into himself, because shutting out the world is easier than accepting the truth, that his other half is-

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AN: For some reason I've just started getting anons every once in a while who ask me for AmeCan-ish stuff on tumblr, and I don't know why. I don't know who you are anon, but you made me cry writing this and made everyone else nope out of this universe.

I hope you're happy.