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, random AU drabbles

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"Matt. Matt. Hey, you still up?"

"Mmmph," The Canadian groaned, blinking awake and wondering when he had started to doze off. He and Al had been playing Halo quietly since the others in the basement were all already asleep. He'd been a bit tired, but they'd been so close to the end he'd figured he could hold out for another half hour (as encouraged by his twin).

At least, until the power went out suddenly.

"C'mon, I got something I gotta show ya." Alfred continued, surprisingly quiet as he shook his brother's shoulder again.

"Can't it wait until morning…?"

"Noo, it'll be gone soon, so you have ta come now."

Matthew groaned, but knowing Alfred wasn't going to relent made him slowly crawl out from the blanket he'd curled up in. He followed his brother sluggishly over the other sleeping kids and up the stairs, Alfred shushing as he unlocked the front door and stepped outside.

"Look, Mattie!" He was bouncing on his feet as he kept glancing up.

And Matthew did, unable to stop gawking once he saw what his twin wanted him to see.

The night sky, without all the usual street lights to dim it to a flat gray, was filled with stars, including a softly glowing strip he only realized after a few moments was the Milky Way.

"This is…" Matthew could begin to describe it; he'd never seen the stars like this except in the space shows his brother liked to watch, and even then it hadn't really struck him that the images they'd showed were, well, real.

Not like this moment had, anyways.

"Man, imagine if there'd been a meteor shower or something." Alfred laughed softly, raising his hands up as if to capture some of the lights for himself. "Too bad we can't see them like this all the time."

"Mmm."

"Hey, Mattie?"

"Yeah?" Matthew turned to his brother, who was grinning as he looked up.

"I'm gonna go up there someday. Just you wait - I'm gonna go to Mars and Jupiter and all over the universe, and I'll meet so many aliens that they'll have ta remember me forever."

Despite the extent of the claim, Matthew had no doubt his brother would do all that and more. Alfred didn't know when to give up, after all, and that would probably be more than enough by itself. "Be sure to bring me and everyone presents, then."

Alfred beamed brightly in the darkness. "You got it."

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"Cats locked in the basement?"

"Check."

"All the windows and doors shut?"

"Check and check."

Alfred hoisted the butterfly net he'd recovered from the back of the closet, serious expression in place. "Let's catch us Gilbird."

Matthew nodded, holding his own net firmly. "Remember, we can't hurt him at all or Gilbert'll be pissed."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," The American rolled his eyes. "Let's just get going before the guy actually gets here, or you get to explain how his 'awesome birdie friend' got loose in the first place."

"You're the one who opened the cage first…" The Canadian grumbled, but none the less he left through the hallway door, while Alfred went upstairs.

Fortunately for them, they'd stuffed the surprisingly crafty canary back into its cage just as the doorbell rang, though he'd laughed once he'd seen the condition the two were in. Needless to say, neither of them ever wanted to watch the bird again if they could avoid it.

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"Well, well, well," The captain's lips curled up into a smirk as he stared back at the man behind the energy barrier. "Look what ended up in my brig."

"Jones," the famed Captain Williams greeted flatly, unbowed by the rough treatment he'd gotten from some of the rival captain's more… enthusiastic crewmembers. "It's been a while."

"It has, hasn't it?" Captain Jones agreed. "I believe last time we met you almost cut me in half."

"Fair's fair; you nearly took my leg in payment."

The blue-coated captain just hummed in private amusement. "So, fair captain, what bring you to my little region of the star lanes, hmm?"

"Just visiting some family," the red-coated captain behind the barrier replied cheerfully considering. "Papa just hates it when I don't visit for his birthday, after all."

"Of course, of course," He'd heard Bonnefoy had been in the area as well, but had disappeared long before Alfred could confirm one way or the other. A shame - he'd almost been friends with the man once, back when they'd had a mutual grudge against Kirkland. "Family is important, after all."

"Speaking of family, how is the dear Captain Kirkland?"

Alfred scowled briefly, knowing the other was trying to rile him up. "I haven't talked to him in a while; he's been busy with his own business coreward."

Williams tilted his head slightly, an almost-sympathy. "What a shame."

"I suppose you could see it that way." His scowl turned back into a smile suddenly, startling the other captain's false smile away briefly. "I wonder, though, about your sudden burst of sentimentality."

Alfred stepped closer, the complete picture of innocence except the glint of dark humor in his eyes. "Of course, it has absolutely nothing to do with certain rumors floating about of some, ah, recently discovered wealth within myterritory, would it?"

"Of course not," Williams agreed, a silent challenge in his gaze.

"That's good," Captain Jones leaned back slightly, arms loose and spread wide. "I'd hate to think of what would happen to you if you were to try anythin-"

An explosion rocked the ship, causing him to lose balance mid-sentence and for the barrier to flicker and die out. Before he could react the other captain was already moving, driving a knee into his stomach and knocking him back to the wall, winded and glaring.

Captain Williams simply blew him a kiss with a grin, twirling Alfred's gun around a finger. "The chat's been lovely, Captain, but I'm afraid my crew's gotten antsy without me. Perhaps we'll chat again sometime, non?"

And with that the red-coat was gone, leaving Alfred alone as the warning sirens blared, the sound of footsteps as his crew came to check on him ignored in favor of leaning back into the wall and laughing despite how it hurt.

"You win this round, Williams…"

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"Hey, Mattie?"

Matthew looked up from his homework at his brother. "Yeah?"

"Can- can we talk?" Alfred was shifting on his feet in the doorway, eyes glancing back as if he was worried their parents would overhear.

"Sure." He didn't think twice of turning off the music he'd been listening to and shutting the textbook, shoving away from his small desk to sit next to his brother, who had decided to flop over on the bed in the brief lull.

"…you know that girl that was crushing on me for the last month?"

The younger twin thought back, remembering a dark-haired girl - wasn't it Mei or something? - that was blushing and looking to Alfred a lot since school had started up again. "Mmhmm."

"Well, she asked me out on a date Friday, and I mean Dad was saying I should start looking at girls more, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with accepting, because she seemed nice enough, right?"

"Is that where you were Saturday, then? I thought you were at Kiku's."

"Yeah, well," Alfred blushed lightly. "We went down to that small cafe place near the arcade, and we talked for a bit about stuff while we ate. At the end of it she said she'd had fun and wanted to do it again, and then she kissed me."

"Was it bad?" It was the only reason Matthew could think of for why he'd be so upset about being kissed, especially by who the younger thought was a rather cute girl.

"No, no, it was fine, I just…"

"…just?"

Alfred mumbled something under his breath, blushing heavily.

"Al?"

"I just though it'd be nicer if it was Kiku instead."

THAT, needless to say, had not been expected. "What?"

The older brother looked away, still flushed. "That's what I thought too, but I didn't want to say anything, so I just said I'd think about it and got out of there as fast as I could."

Matthew frowned a bit. "Is that why you've been so quiet this week?"

Alfred nodded, ducking his head and bringing his knees to his chest. "I've been thinking about it, and I noticed that I only really - like looking at other guys. Like, I guess the girls are nice looking enough, but I don't really feel the same with them."

Oh. Oh. Well. "Alfred…"

"I dunno how mom or dad or any of the others will feel if I- told them, so." He swallowed. "You don't think I'm weird, do you?"

Matthew shook his head, hugging his brother close. "Of course not; you can't help who you like. And I'll punch anyone in the nose who says anything bad about you for it."

"Even that Russian guy?"

"Even that Russian guy."

Alfred leaned into his brother finally, relaxing as all his concerns fell away. "Thanks, Mattie."

"No problem, Al."

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"Alfie?" The four year old tugged at his big brother's shirt.

"Not now, Matt." Normally Alfred absolutely adored having his little brother sticking close and looking up to him like he was the best and smartest person in the world, but right now the eight year old just wanted to be alone.

Matthew, however, was undeterred by his brother's gruff attitude, crawling up on the bed to sit next to him. "Alfie, why isn't papa home yet?"

The older boy stiffened, trying to hold back a sudden well of emotions threatening to overwhelm him again. "Ask dad."

"Daddy hasn't left his room, and the door won't open."

Gee, I wonder why, Alfred didn't have to wonder what was happening.

"Just let it go, okay? I don't wanna talk right now." Or ever again, really.

"But papa hasn't tucked me in and read me stories before bedtime in forever." The younger boy insisted, pouting. "And he never misses story time."

"Matt, just go away." God, why wasn't he getting it?

Matthew teared up at his brother's raised voice; he hated when people yelled, and Alfred almost never did it to him. "But I want papa…"

"Yeah, well, he's not coming back, because he's dead!" Alfred felt his eyes start to sting at that. "He'd gone a-and he's never comin' back and we're never gonna have him sing to us in French or keep dad from cooking or make us pancakes for breakfast ever again…"

He only realized he wasn't the only one crying when his little brother eventually crawled over to curl into his arms, pressing his face into his older brother's chest while he keened quietly. Alfred hugged his brother close, feeling guilty now for just yelling the truth like that, but there was nothing he could do now except hope one day things would be okay again.

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AN: Just a collection of fills for prompts on got on tumblr. None of them are really super special, but I hope you enjoy anyways.