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, Hetaburb AU (different from the Hetastuck AU I promise)

~Just some random things I wrote for when I thought the Hetaburb ring I was in was gonna actually do stuff, but unfortunately we just didn't get enough people for a full session. I was gonna rp a Knight of Space!Alfred, and, well, yeah.

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WHITE QUEEN, BLACK QUEEN

When he woke up on Prospit for the second time, there was little difference in the room besides a – tablet? - at the foot of the bed. Confused, Alfred picked it up, turning the picture this way and that, until the image clicked. It was a map, with directions to… someplace.

No, wait, was that a little crown etched there? Maybe it was where that strange white woman lived? Well, there was only one way to find out…

He leaned out the window, warily looking to the ground below. On one hand he could try to do the float-y thing again, which would probably be faster, but on the other hand… that was a really sharp fall. Alfred eventually compromised, using the hidden staircase to make his way down to the street, and then allowed himself to float along just above the heads of the little white people who lived here.

After several wrong turns and several times of coming close to crashing into someone, he finally found the palace, and was duly impressed. Making his way down the long hall, many of the workers startled on seeing him, some even fleeing into side corridors. Was he really that scary looking to them?

Maybe smiling would help?

He gave the next one he passed a friendly wave and grin, and while they startled they did give a feeble wave back. Well, to was better than nothing, at least.

Reaching the end, there were two thrones but no occupants. Maybe they were out?

He settled down onto the ground, walking over to the thrones. They looked to be made of the same goldish material everything else was, although he doubted it actually was.

Something grabbed the back of his shirt, startling a yell out of him when he was lifted to eye level of what looked like the white woman's evil twin. She was entirely black, and eying him with some distaste.

"So, you're the little player who's been getting everyone here riled up. I was expecting more."

Player? What was that, some sort of insult? He struggled, but was unable to get out of the grip.

"Put him down; the game hasn't started yet."

The black woman glared at her counterpart, but dropped Alfred, who landed roughly. "You think I don't know that? We've been waiting nearly four thousand of his years for things to finally start. Until he woke up, most of us doubted that there ever would be a session."

"I know it's been a long wait, but we have very unique players."

"They sure don't seem to be anything special." The black queen gave Alfred a doubtful look.

Alfred bristled. Just because he was still a colony didn't make him weak! He stood up, fists clenched. She laughed, the noise ringing in the room. "Oh, are you going to prove me wrong, little knight?"

"Arthur taught me not to hit people cause I could hurt them really bad…" Alfred started, before delivering a firm kick straight into her shin, sending her sprawling to the floor. Her gasp made him worry that he hadn't held back enough, but her leg seemed intact when she went to grab at it. "…but I don't think he'd be angry at me for that."

After shakily getting back to her feet, she gave Alfred another glare, but this time there also seemed to be a hint of admiration to it. "Well, you do have some bite after all. Too bad you aren't a Derse player, or I might have even liked you."

A gentle hand was placed on Alfred's shoulder, and he looked up to the white woman, who seemed… tired, if also a bit amused. "I think it's time you get back to your bed, Alfred. The black queen and I have important matters to discuss, and you're likely going to wake soon."

Nodding reluctantly, he waved goodbye before making his way back to his tower. He was yawning by the time he climbed up the stairs to his bed, and he collapsed into it, only to wake up staring at the roof of his house, feeling refreshed if still confused over what exactly had happened in the dream he'd just had.

…oh well, it couldn't really be anything important, right?

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PROSPIT DREAMER

It's the Dream again.

It's different from Alfred's normal dreams, because he's always on the same golden world and always somewhat aware that he's dreaming, even though it feels real.

He looks out the window, gaze sliding over the cityscape below before settling over on the other gold spires much like the one he was in now. The sleeping forms of some of his friends and allies probably hadn't changed since he was last here, but he still felt the need to check on them just to be sure. He wasn't sure what would happen if they weren't alright, but something deep in him said it would be bad.

His gaze slid up towards the blue, cloudy sky approaching above. The sky was steadily growing bluer as the Eclipse of Prospit and Skaia approached, and already he could make out distant images within the clouds approaching.

Alfred supposed he could wait a few minutes to get in some viewing. After all, the clouds hadn't been wrong yet.

They were one of the reasons he suspected Prospit was something other than a dream; the only things he could think of were that either he had somehow inherited some bizarre dream-magic from Arthur that let him see the past, present, and future while he was sleeping… or else he was actually awake on another world.

To be honest, he couldn't tell which was more absurd. Neither could Tony when he'd told the alien about them. Evidence pointed to the first, since he'd had Tony monitor him through plenty of these sessions without him so much as twitching back on Earth, but he was understandably reluctant to just handwave it as magic without solid evidence.

The sky was completely blue now, the Eclipse in full effect. Alfred's eyes darted from cloud to cloud, lingering only when one chose the moment to show him something. Ones featuring the past were generally passed over, already knowing what was going on in them. The present tended to have him linger longer depending on where its view landed, especially if it featured someone close to him.

The future was what he focused on most. Never had the clouds been wrong when they chose to give him a glimpse of the future, no matter how unlikely it seemed. The image of Arthur on his knees before him in the rain and been one of the earliest, along with numerous images of his star spangled banner at various points in his timeline, had been enough to keep himself from giving up during the toughest moments of his history, because he knew he would make it through them in the end.

Some had been easier to puzzle out after viewing them, while others weren't understood until he'd seen them for the first time.

There had been visits with no such visions, so he knew not to count on them. However, this time seemed to be rewarding, as less than a minute into the eclipse his gaze slid onto a large cloud just when its image started to play.

His eyes widened as the scene played, the fire reflecting in his eyes. He knew that house – had been in it thousands of times -

"Maggie-"

Without thought his gaze tore away from the vision, vaulting through the window and quickly flying over to the closest of the spires.

Inside, his Canadian sister slept peacefully, unravaged by fire. The Prospitian dusting the room startled at his sudden appearance, twittering and bowing herself out while he slid into the room.

Sighing in relief, he sat down on the bed, after a moment ruffling the well-kept hair. Now that the panic was over, he amused himself with the idea of her waking up to the messy hair he was giving her, figuring the whack he'd get for it would be well worth it.

His gaze slid back to the window, where the sky was still invitingly blue. If he looked again he could probably catch another vision before the Eclipse ended, but after the last one he wasn't really in the mood.

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AN: On a completely unrelated note, I also edited some bases for myself and some of the others in the ring when it was gonna be a thing. They turned out surprisingly nice in my opinion.