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, Hogwarts AU

Because everyone needs to write a Hogwarts!AU for their favorite characters. It's basically a law of fanfiction by now.

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[Fifth Year]

Matthew slipped into the Ravenclaw common room, smiling at the two first years and waving as they noticed him. They seemed surprised to see someone with green lined robes in their room, but one look at his face, which looked remarkably like that of one of the fifth years, seemed to relax them enough to not make a scene.

Although it usually annoyed him to be mistaken for his twin, there were some benefits to their similar looks, such as passing off any of his more… questionable activities as his brother's usual insane antics. Considering Alfred hardly minded the attention, and the teachers all liked him enough to shrug it off as the mark of 'genius', it benefited everyone in the end, especially himself.

Speaking of his twin, Alfred and his dorm-mate slash best friend slash epic rival had been missing all weekend. Knowing the two, it meant they were either on the verge of a breakthrough or a disaster of monumental proportions.

Possibly both.

He'd thought the things Alfred and Ivan came up with in their quests to one up each other had been impressive, but that was nothing compared to what the two managed when they got along long enough to go through with whatever insane notion one of them came up with.

Matthew made his way up the stairs to the boys' fifth year dorm, knowing that to be their base of operations as the only two male fifth year Ravenclaws. The sound of voices only confirmed that the two were in the middle of an experiment, and his sense of caution fought with his interest in what exactly the two were up to before he finally decided to knock.

"Alfred? Ivan? Is it safe to come in?"

"Matt?" There was the sound of things been moved around hastily, probably under Alfred's bed. "Just give us a sec-"

There was low muttering, followed by Ivan's lower voice, "It is safe now."

Matthew pushed the door open, looking between a tired, but grinning Alfred, an equally tired Ivan, and the cauldron of… pinkish-greenish-blue simmering in the middle of the dorm. "What have you been up to?"

"Well, Ivan and I were talkin about how expensive it is to get some ingredients for potions-"

"-and Fredka decided he wanted to save the dragons-"

"-Hey, they're freakin' cool, and it's not fair they get killed just for ingredients-"

"-he is also convinced they are actually extremely intelligent-"

"-there's no proof they aren't-"

"Get to the point please," Matthew sighed, knowing the two would argue for the next hour given the chance.

"-right," Alfred continued like there'd been no interruption at all. "So we decided to try and make a new material that would work just like dragon hide but doesn't require harvesting innocent and intelligent dragons!"

Matthew blinked, replaying that in his mind. A brewable substitute to dragon hide would be… well, it would market for a lot of cash. And possibly make a lot of enemies from the people who made their money through the dragon trade.

Wait, was the potion supposed to be bubbling like that?

On voicing the concern aloud, Alfred twirled on the cauldron, paling rapidly as the bubbles got even more furious. "Dude, what spell did you cast on it?"

"Just the stasis spell we use on all our potions-" Ivan halted, paling as well.

"-you mean the one that blows up when it interacts with-"

Alfred had no time to finish, as the cauldron exploded, sending the potion everywhere, including the three unfortunate teens. Despite the bubbling, the potion was actually only lukewarm, if uncomfortably rough on Matthew's skin.

No, wait, it was his skin that was rough?

Looking to his brother's face told him all he needed to know. In between the draining globs of potion were the signs of thicker, rougher skin, which Alfred was scrubbing at with a mix of interest and annoyance.

"Everyone alright?" Alfred asked, looking between his brother and his friend, both of which looked more exasperated than anything at the situation.

"Other than my pride, I am fine." Ivan groaned, wiping a glob onto the floor. "Please tell me you know a spell to reverse this."

"Hold on a sec-" Alfred wiped his hand off on his robe before hunting through his pocket for his wand. With a swish and a mumbled incantation Ivan's face glowed briefly blue… and stopped with no change at all. Alfred frowned. "Weird, that's supposed to work…"

"Stay still, I want to try something." Matthew told his brother suddenly, a gleam in his eyes. Before Alfred could ask, Matthew had raised his wand, incanted, and sent a familiar red light straight at him, prompting him to raised his hands in futile defense.

When nothing happened, he lowered his arms slowly to see the surprised, if pleased expressions the other two sported.

"Your skin just absorbed the spell." Ivan informed him, causing Alfred to blink twice before grinning and whooping.

"Yes, I knew the formula would work! Obviously we messed up by using magic around it, but-"

And Alfred was off, getting more and more worked up and beginning to infect Ivan with his enthusiasm as they discussed tests of the finished product on other materials. Matthew just shook his head, more impressed than anything at how brilliant his twin could be sometimes, even if he often came off as a complete airhead to others who didn't know him.

The nurse, once they came down to the Hospital Wing to deal with their new skin condition, failed to agree.

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[First Year]

Alfred and Matthew huddled together as the group they were in shuffled into the Great Hall. Their parents had told them, before the two had gotten on the train, to stick together no matter what, not that they needed to be told. Why would they want to lose track of their best friend and twin?

They both watched the ratty old hat on the stool sing, Alfred with more fascination than his brother. Eventually came the sorting, and one by one the students around them walked up and had the hat set on their head; after varying lengths of time the hat would shout out a house for them, which would helpfully clap to direct the student to the right table.

Looking around, Alfred locked eyes with a particular set of green, eyes narrowing at the light amused smirk on the older student's face. He'd thought Arthur had been cool at first, but he'd ended up being super bossy, which annoyed the younger boy to no end. It was a shame, because Gryffindor had seemed like the coolest house, but there was no way he was gonna stay in the same place as Arthur for any length of time if he could avoid it.

With their last names being "Williams-Jones", the two were almost certainly last on the list, leaving them plenty of time to talk.

"Will we still be friends even if we're in different houses, right?" Matthew asked.

Alfred scoffed at the idea. "Of course we are! We're the bestest of friends forever."

Matthew smiled lightly. "Even if I'm a Hufflepuff?"

"There's no way you're gonna be a Hufflepuff. You're, like, super smart and sneaky! I bet you'll get into Ravenclaw with me!"

Matthew blinked. "I thought you were gonna be in Gryffindor."

"Yeah, well," Alfred shrugged, trying to pretend (poorly) that it was nothing. "I met one of the older kids and he was a real jerkface. I don't wanna be in the same house as him!"

Matthew nodded, although he was privately wishing he wasn't in the same house as Alfrd, as that would only end in them getting mixed up for seven more years.

Eventually it was just them, and Alfred was called up. With all the nervous energy he'd built up, the hat slid over his head, blocking the castle from view.

"Interesting…" A voice whispered in his ear, and he looked around before realizing it was the hat.

"Well, aren't you a bright one? Most don't figure it out that fast. My first thought was to put you into Gryffindor, but you seem set against that."

Alfred nodded, picturing that annoying smirk again.

"I guess it can't be helped; hopefully you'll find yourself in good hands in RAVENCLAW!"

Alfred grinned as the hat was pulled off, and without hesitation he'd gone back down the steps and settled into one of the seats, next to another first year who'd been sorted earlier - Ivan, maybe?

Matthew, meanwhile, now alone in the front, was much more nervous as the hat settled on his head.

"I already had a sense of you from your brother, but you are definitely different than I expected."

Matthew slumped a bit. I'm a Hufflepuff after all, aren't I?

"Quite the contrary; your brother was definitely not far from the mark when he expressed your intellect. However, I don't think the raven's house is the one for you…"

Matthew's head lifted again, confused. It'd definitely be nice to be in a different house, but he certainly wasn't a Gryffindor…

The hat chuckled and spoke just as he was catching on. "I think you, Matthew, will find your own identity in SLYTHERIN!"

When the hat was pulled off, he stumbled down the steps to the far side of the room, where he was greeted warmly - so different from the few stories he'd heard from other students - and given a spot to sit.

As he ate, his gaze unconsciously slid over to his twin's seat, wondering what the other boy thought of this. He knew his brother had taken to the stories of Gryffindor bravery against 'evil snakes', but would that change now that the other boy wasn't so enamored with the lion's house?

Alfred and another boy had locked glares, the two apparently having fought while he was distracted. Seemingly sensing his own gaze, Alfred turned from the match to look back at him…

and with a grin and wave, washed away any worries Matthew had.

His brother was right; no matter what houses they were in, they'd definitely be best of friends.

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AN: I wrote these like months ago on tumblr but have only now gotten around to posting them here, whoops. In good news, my stupid projects are over and done with so I can actually get back to writing again! Whoo!