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, Human AU

Bleeding Heart (based on the comic being kickstarted on tumblr with the same name)

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"So there are wolves out there?"

Matthew glanced up from his book to his brother, who was looking out the large bay window at the dark woods some hundred yards away from the house. "Tons of them; I've lost almost all the chickens I brought with me and nearly Kuma as well before I decided to keep him inside."

"Woah…" Alfred's gaze never wavered. "You can't see anything at all out there. It's like the world just - ends or something."

"It's no better during the day," The Canadian admitted, "I haven't even gone near the woods yet. I don't even want to know what else might be in there besides the wolves."

"It's like something out of those old stories. You know, Frankenstein, Grimm's Fairy Tales, all those?"

Matthew's nose scrunched. "Thanks, that makes me feel so much better about being out here."

"You're the one who wanted to get away from the city and back to nature." The American pointed out, looking away from the view to laugh softly at his twin. "Besides, all those stories are cool, even if they're a bit freaky."

The other rolled his eyes, adjusting his glasses as he looked back to his book. "Only you would think being eaten alive is 'cool'."

"That isn't what I meant," Alfred's cheeks puffed out, tinged pink. "I just really find the myths interesting-"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

"Alfred, why are you growling?" Matthew looked up to his brother, who looked equally confused.

"I'm not growling, Matt, I thought it was you."

Before either could consider what that meant, there was a crack of lightning and a thud on glass, briefly illuminating a large shadowy beast in the middle of the window. Both of the men shrieked, Alfred all but leaping into his brother's lap and clinging tight as they stared wide-eyed at the beast.

"What is that thing?" Matthew squeaked, clinging just as tightly as they backed away from the window and the beast behind it.

"Well, it looks like a wolf, but its paws are all wrong, like they're human or something-" Alfred replied in an equally small tone.

"You mean that thing's a werewolf?"

"That's all I can think of, unless you have other ideas."

From their slightly safer position in the doorway, the two were able to watch the werewolf slide down the window slowly, disappearing under the sill with a soft thud and leaving the two shaking and wondering if they'd imagined it all. But the dark stains on the window didn't disappear even as they approached.

"So, what the heck just happened?"

"I think it collapsed."

"What would make a werewolf collapse though?" Alfred asked as they peered over the sill, only to go silent. "...oh."

"That would probably do it." Matthew agreed.

A minute later they were outside, staring down at the wounded form of the werewolf with equal trepidation. "Is this normal around here, or…?"

The Canadian shook his head. "It's never happened before. I've seen a few rabbits like this, sure, but not wolves, and definitely not this."

He frowned, bending down to examine the wounds more closely and grimacing slightly as the smell started to reach him. "I don't think it's going to last much longer as it is, and I'm definitely not looking forward to whatever is going to try and come scavenge its body if we just leave it here."

Alfred pushed his brother away, getting close enough to guide a hand along the edges of the wounds. "Why did he come here?"

"Alfred, don't touch it, it's probably diseased or something-"

"Matt, look," The American interrupted, pointing out the blood trail leading from the darkness to their porch. "He was attacked out there and dragged himself all the way here. He had to have a reason."

Matthew shook his head. "It's a werewolf, I don't think it can reason all that well. Maybe its friends or pack or whatever didn't want to help it out."

Alfred missed most of his brother's reply, too busy noticing the werewolf had come to and was staring straight back at them. Even in the dimmer lighting he knew he could see a glimpse of something intelligent and aware back there-

"He came to us for help."

"What?"

Alfred pulled the wolf close, wide eyed and hopeful as he looked to his twin. "We have to help him, Mattie!"

"Hold on a second," Matthew's breath hitched when his gaze locked with the were's own. "I think there's a few things we need to think about before we do something like that-"

Despite numerous protests, the werewolf soon found itself relocated to the basement, sprawled on a pile of old linens and much less bloody than before, Matthew found himself with a new headache, and Alfred found himself a new project to invest his energy into.

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AN: So there was this comic that just came up on my blog again, and I remembered how badly I wanted an AmeCan AU for it. So, having lacked the motivation to write anything else, I wrote this dumb thing instead. Just so you know, I headcanon'd the werewolf to be Arthur because those eyebrows man.

Also yes it mostly follows comic dialogue I am sorry I am such a cheapskate but I just wanted it written cries.