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, Shadow!AU

[If you haven't read my (admittedly old) story 'Shadow', read that first for this to make more sense.

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Alfred breathed in, then back out. Tried really hard to not focus on that small but present drain that was making his emotions feel - softer. Grayer?

"Y'know, that feels really weird now that I actually notice it."

"Sorry," Matthew replied automatically, ducking his head a bit when Alfred's emotions started to tinge with laughter. "It's just- the only way I really know how to eat."

"I've seen you eat normal food all the time, though," The American frowned, brows furrowing slightly as he turned to look at his brother. "You practically obsess over sugary stuff."

"I can still taste things, even if they don't really do anything for me," Matthew shrugged. "Sugar has the strongest taste for me, so I prefer it 's all."

"...oh."

"Al…" Matthew could feel the squirming of his brother's emotions, prompting him to lean forward to rest a hand on his chest.

"I just- every time I think I get used to my brother being some gh- spirit thingy, you go and say something like that and I just- 's weird."

Matthew smiled sympathetically. "It's not something I'm really expecting you to get used to. I'm just happy you didn't hate me for being what I am."

"Dude, how could I?" Alfred blinked at him. "I mean, you're still you either way, and you're too dorky and helpless to really be evil."

"Gee, thanks." The Canadian replied dryly. "I'll keep that in mind for when I finally become strong enough to take over the world."

"You wouldn't do that." His brother instantly replied, though at the continued resolved expression the northern Nation wore, he faltered slightly. "...right?"

Matthew smiled innocently.

"Right? Mattie c'mon don't start being creepy here-"

Matthew's body started to shake with silent laughter, the grin finally breaking out. "No, Al, I'm not planning on taking over the world."

The American huffed, flushed at being fooled for even a moment. "You'd probably forget you had them anyways, Mr. Leaves My Glasses in the Fridge."

"That was an accident!"

"Matt, you forgot where your house was once and lived with me for a week."

Matthew pouted heavily. "I shouldn't have told you about that."

Alfred grinned, leaning over to pinch his brother's cheek. "Too late for that, bro. I know all your secrets now."

"Not all of them…" The Canadian muttered, fading slightly in lieu of a blush. He realized his mistake too late when Alfred shuddered, his gaze looking away from the suddenly transparent Nation. "Sorry!"

"It's fine, really-" The southern Nation denied, flinching when a sudden;y much cooler touch rested on his arms.

"Alfred, look."

And what choice did he have with that tone? Alfred turned back to his brother, who wore an earnest expression backdropped by the blue patterned wallpaper behind him. "Matt-"

"I'm not a ghost, Alfred. You can still touch me like this, see?" To emphasise, he squeezed lightly, the depressions of skin visible through his fingers.

Alfred shivered, but clasped a hand over Matthew's, clinging tight to the fingers that, though fragile under his grip, still felt like a solid… something. "Not a ghost." He told himself, holding onto that thought along with his brother's hand.

Matthew smiled, nodding. "Not a ghost."

The tension started to slip away, and though he knew that was partially his brother's fault, Alfred still allowed himself to relax, watching solidity return to the other's form. "I still blame you for all those nighttime freakouts, though."

The Canadian laughed softly. "Fair enough."

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AN: It's not my best story overall tbh (I wrote this more than a year ago, so there's been a few changes in headcanons and writing style since then), but the idea itself is something I've enjoyed.

It's basically making use of all the common fanon!Canada traits but explaining them in a not-so-cliche-or-offensive way? Although you can still see my standard Mattie shine through, ahahah.

Also poor Alfred having a fear of ghosts isn't fun when your brother can turn see-through right in front of you :c