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, pseudo-fantasy AUs
Another mer!mattie AU and some more deerboy AU (with bonus AmeUkr). Enjoy.
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The one thing they agreed upon was that the merman was absolutely gorgeous.
Alfred and Arthur, having been friends since they (read: Alfred) had nearly blown up their high school chemistry lab in the name of science, were often found working on the same project whenever their respective disciplines overlapped. As Alfred was a biologist (so that he was on the front lines of research when the aliens came) and Arthur was an anthropologist (despite his constant portrayal of disdain for the human species), this didn't happen too often.
Then again, discovery of an entirely new species straight from the old faerie tales didn't happen too often either.
Their argument about their origins - whether from down below or up above - lasted until the day the creature who had been captured by an unwitting fisherman was transferred to their university's largest tank. When the news had gotten out, there had been a large outrage over what to do with it - some claimed it should be immediately released, while others called for it to be shown to the public, while others still thought it was all a large hoax to distract from the latest political scandals.
Ultimately, it'd been decided that in order to get some data on the creature, it would be best to get what information they could in a private setting before releasing it with a tracker. (Not that anyone really thought such a thing would survive long, but it was worth an attempt).
Their first impression upon actually seeing the creature was that stories did not come close to the real deal. Maybe it was just a lucky specimen, but the soft face and skin that melted into lavender scales was enough to tempt one to touch it just to see if it was real.
Their second impression, once the merman blinked open its eyes to take in its new surroundings, was that it was much more intelligent than the people who they had talked to had claimed, coming to focus on them with startling swiftness. Eyes narrowed and lips pressed thin, hiding the remnants of exhaustion and nerves outlines around his eyes and mouth.
He moved closer to the glass separating the two species, prompting Alfred to step forward without even thinking about it so they could look right at each other. It was a face off between grinning American confidence and wary Atlantean distrust.
At least, until a flick of the tail caused some of the water to splash over the rim of the tank, conveniently soaking Alfred and getting both Arthur and the merman to grin (although likely for different reasons).
Obviously this was going to be an interesting few months.
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Matthew knows there's a lot he doesn't know about his brothers. Being unable to go to the nearby town with them because of what he is makes for an easy way for them to lead other lives he can't participate in. And its not their fault - they don't try to leave him out of anything - but he just doesn't have the experiences to understand what they're talking about sometimes.
It hurts a little, knowing this, but it's not something any of them can change.
That's what he believed, anyway.
Then again, discovering one of your brothers has a girlfriend is always something of a surprise, especially if you meet them for the first time by bumping headfirst into them on your way into the living room for an early lunch.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" He'd apologized when he'd heard the crash of dishes on the floor, failing to register who he'd run into in favor of kneeling down to gather up the shards. "I didn't even see you there-"
At the lack of familiar response, he paused long enough to look up to wide eyed shock in a distinctly softer face.
Female. Human female. In their house.
Matthew ears folded back as he stepped back towards the back door, his gaze never leaving hers. He honestly had no clue what she was going to do, and to be honest he really didn't want to find out. At least she hadn't started screaming yet.
Iryna took a deep breath, trying to compose herself while the other- person -was watching her. She'd wondered for a long while why Alfred had been so reluctant to bring her over even when he'd met her family several times already. Was this it, then?
"Ah… hello," She greeted, hoping maybe idle chat would keep him from bolting. "I'm sorry if I scared you."
Well, he'd untensed slightly, now looking more wary than frightened. "Who are you? Why're you here?"
"I am Iryna Braginskaya, and Alfred invited me over."
His ears flicked forward. Were they as soft as they looked. "Alfred? You know him?"
A brief moment of amusement tugged on her lips. "I would think I would know my boyfriend, yes."
"Boyfr- wait, you're his- ?" His wariness all fell away at once in favor of surprise. "He didn't say anything about that!"
"He didn't?" She frowned - the secrecy seemed to go both way, then.
His lips pressed together, eyes narrowing. "How do I know you aren't lying?"
"Alfred likes green tea." It was one of the thing he'd admitted to in their second month together, before going on to explain that he never drank it at home because he enjoyed annoying his cousin by pretending to not like tea of any kind.
"I thought he only told me about that when I caught him once." His ears came forward again, and he extended a hand. "I'm Matthew, and I'm sorry about being suspicious, but, well."
He gestured to himself, expression apologetic. She took his hand with a smile. "It's alright, I understand. Would you like to have lunch with me?"
Needless to say, Alfred nearly had a heart attack when he returned to the house a half hour later to see his little brother and girlfriend chatting amiably over a salad lunch.
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AN: Bleh, end of term projects. Why do you drain me so?