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, Poketalia AU
Just random stuff I wrote for the AU. Not hard canon, but whatever.
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It was smaller than him, but not by much.
Tony had - through his tinkering - found a way to recode the original DNA to recreate the creature it had come from, and America had decided it wouldn't hurt to see what exactly he'd been like before he'd changed back to normal.
Its feathers ruffled as it looked him over, plumed head held high. America couldn't remember having the burst of feathers framing his face, but he probably would have looked ridiculous with them, unlike the - parrot-eagle? He couldn't quite decide - before him. Ironically, the red white and blue coloring was natural to its species, and in no way related to his flag.
It finally struck him what it reminded him of - a hippogryph, straight out of the books, only much more colorful. On a wild whim, he decided it couldn't hurt to try, and made a show of bowing in greeting. After a tense moment, it returned it, wings flared out to showcase their massive span.
America grinned, now reaching out to touch the bird's soft feathers, marvelling at the hidden strength he could feel beneath them. He would have to see if he could convince the newly reborn bird to run some tests, but he already had a good feeling of what to expect.
"Guess I know why we got stuck together, huh?"
The Braviary seemed to agree.
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He hated tricking Mattie, but he'd already shown reluctance to coming near any of the alien tech from the Ship, even if it was replicas made by Tony. In order to make him normal again (and prove the replication worked), America would have to get him to hold onto one long enough for it to deactivate the foreign DNA in his system.
After a thorough check to make sure it worked after being chilled, Alfred stuck it in the freezer overnight along with some plain water in roundish cups for better concealment. The following morning, he set off the trap by pouring the ice cubes and the sphere down the back of Matt's shirt.
The Glaceon-hybrid startled, not affected by the cold due to his nature but still displeased with the surprise attack. He whirled on the sheepish America, who was holding his hands up in surrender, ready to throw the ice back at him, only to realize what he was clutching a second too late.
Matthew fell to a knee, free hand pressed to his forehead and eyes glazed over as America watched the foreign features melt away and face flush with sudden warmth as he returned to his normal self. Alfred bent down to be level with his brother, resting a hand on Canada's cheek as he slowly returned to himself at last.
"Alfred…" He coughed, pressing a hand to his throat and frowning at how quietly it came out. "Why is my throat so dry… and why is everything so fuzzy?"
"You'll remember in a minute, Mattie. Lemme get you some water while you catch up, alright?"
The American returned to find the Canadian flushed even brighter, refusing to look straight at him. Apparently all the memories had in fact come back, leaving the poor man embarrassed.
"None of that was really us, Matt, so don't worry about it too much. If you want we can go talk to Tony later so we can catch you up on our awesome plan to save humanity."
Canada laughed despite himself. America thought it was a wonderful sound to hear after all this time.
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AN: So I forgot I wrote this for a few days. Whoops.