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, Nation!leaning attitudes, 2ptalia

(Alex is 2p!Canada, Tommy is 2p!America)

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"What is this place?" Alfred asks once they can speak again, blinking the last of the not-light from his vision.

"I don't know… it seems familiar, but I know I've never been here before…" Matthew responds, withdrawing his hand from the device that had brought them - wherever here was.

"You think this is another planet, maybe?" The American nation guesses thoughtfully, looking around. "You're right, though, it feels just a bit too familiar for that…but maybe-"

He doesn't finish, because there's suddenly a shout of warning, possibly to them, before something small and fast runs into Alfred's legs. It's a kid, small and shuddering and hiding behind him as an older kid approaches, looking entirely displeased with the situation.

"I told you not to run off!" The older boy tells the younger, stopping before the three of them. "You're my territory, and territory doesn't try and desert!"

" 'm not your territory," The boy clinging to Alfred's leg denies, peeking out enough to glare at the older. "I'm my own country and don't need you."

"Are these new countries or something?" Alfred whispers to his brother, looking much too confused. "Cause last I checked we weren't doing the whole colonizing thing anymore."

"Not that I know of," Matthew whispers back, equally befuddled. "That still doesn't tell us where we are though."

The older boy scoffs. "You wouldn't last a week without me protecting you, with all those Europeans sniffing around like they own the place."

"You're European too," The younger shoots back, still not moving. "You're no better than them to me or my people."

"I'm keeping you alive! They'll kill you when they find you, don't you get it?"

When the older boy grabs for the younger in frustration, Alfred finally steps in. "Woah, hey, no imperialism here."

The young Nation frowns up at him. "And who are you ta tell me what to do?"

"I'm the United States of America, sort of the most powerful country on Earth right now."

The reaction is unexpected. The two boys look to each other before looking back up to him suspiciously. "No, he's America."

Alfred moves to deny that, only for Matthew to intervene. "Then who are you?"

The boy puffs his chest, looking silly at his young age. "I'm the New Dominion of Canada, and you're keeping my territory from me."

Both elder Nations frown. "No way, Matt's Canada though- wait-"

"You don't think-" The Canadian brother is quick to catch on, knowing his twin's thought processes well.

"It's what makes sense-"

"But that's impossible-"

"We're talking about Tony though-"

"That's still extremely expensive-"

"You know our knowledge of physics is incomplete-"

Matthew groans, rubbing his face as a headache began to form. "I don't like this, Alfred, we need to get home as soon as we can."

"Yeah, well, you find a way to charge this thing up enough to get a message to Tony and I'm all for it." Alfred replies, showing off the device that now sat inert in his hand.

"I don't know who out guys are," the alternate Canada eventually spoke up. "But you're all coming with me until I can sort this out."

Alfred snorts, looking back to the young Nation. "Look, Mattie and I are busy figuring out a way to get home, you can go play empire elsewhere."

"Alfred-"

Canada, not appreciating the insult, moves forward to yank the American down to his level, only to be startled when not only does it fail to work despite his strength, but the older Nation casually pries his grip away with what can only be a fraction of his full strength given how he doesn't even struggle.

It scares the boy, and fascinates him, because before then no one he'd come across had challenged him so effortlessly. Whoever this Nation is, he's earned Alex's respect, however reluctant, as well as awoken a new desire to become strong enough to stand toe to toe with him.

Thomas, meanwhile, is coaxed away from the same older Nation by his brother, who kneels down to look him over and frown at the handful of tight gripped bruises. "I'm sorry about Al, he's just on edge because we're so far from home. He's usually pretty friendly."

" 's fine," The younger America replies, smiling hesitantly at the gentle touches and trying not to flinch. This older Nation is bizarre; there's the clear weariness of age in his eyes, but his smile isn't forced and there's no tenseness in his shoulders that marks one knowingly entering into foreign lands.

"Sweet" was not a word he could use to describe many people, but this person was definitely fitting of that definition. Maybe running to them on a stray instinct hadn't been a terrible idea after all.

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The more Alex learned about Alfred and his world, the more intrigued he was. The very concept that a colony could not only fight against their mother country but win and go on to be so influential in the world was something he couldn't comprehend, but the proof was before him, so it had to be possible. From the way Tommy leaned forward with that grin that he'd started to pick up from the older Nation, the kid was getting ideas, not that Alex would let him do anything.

Democracy was good in concept, but riddled with flaws that could be fatal. It was something to keep in mind if a serious overhaul of governance was needed, but otherwise not too pressing to him.

Alfred's history was a lesson in hypocrisy and beating the odds, that much was sure. What Alex latched onto most was the tales of the Cold War, a war between two countries so powerful that if they had ever fought directly the world would have ended. So it became a game of intelligence and maneuvering, winning small victories and conceding others to aim for overall domination.

That the two had had so many resources to throw into their game of kings was insane, not to mention the sheer amount of effort that had gone into going to space - to the moon, with humans! - Alex couldn't ever imagine reaching a point here where a country would be willing to put so much into winning what wasn't even a proxy war.

The way Alfred's eye lit up when he described the program and the astronauts and scientists he had worked with to accomplish it all told him that for the superpower it hadn't been just about the war, but about pushing the limits, to taking risks for even greater rewards. And what rewards he described - marvelous technologies and wealth and prestige that Alex wanted to have as well one day.

But three hundred years was a long time to wait. And he wasn't Alfred - he didn't have the same sort of luck and natural wealth that the older did, not to mention he didn't think his world could ever hit those lucky circumstances that brought about a Cold War that could push him to his own limits and beyond.

He'd be damned if he would let that stop him, though.

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Matthew was a lot like him, from what Tommy learned. Alex was much more interested in the other world's superpower - which made sense, because Alex wanted to be just as powerful one day. But Matthew, who had been less rebellious, who had grown in his brother's shadow only to develop his own name and voice and place in the world, was a lot more like his own life so far.

"Why don't you try to be a superpower, then, if your brother wouldn't stop you?"

Matthew sighed, looking a bit older as he answered. "Al doesn't show it, but being the sole superpower is stressful to a much larger degree than just being a country. You don't just worry about your own affairs, but those of everyone else as well. He stretches himself too far trying to protect himself and everyone else, and sometimes it gets to be too much for him."

Tommy frowned. "Then why does it do it?"

"Because he cares about everyone too much and wants to help them. It's why I'd prefer just sticking by his side when he needs help himself, because otherwise he'll run himself into the ground trying to push himself further and further."

The young Nation nodded slowly, looking down. "Do ya think I could have something like that someday?"

"I don't know," Matthew told him. "But if you have anything in common with Al, I know you'll manage something."

Tommy could easily believe him. With Alex, it wouldn't be easy, but if he could just find something he could hold against him, maybe he could still keep control of his own life.

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Three hundred and fifty years was a long time to wait to reclaim something, but Alex had learned patience quite a while ago. Now, though, he could touch what was to be the future for his world and others, almost but not quite as expensive as getting the resources they lacked from space, and possibly just as dangerous depending on if this worked.

It was all about quantum physics, something he hadn't understood when Alfred had explained it, but now making so much more sense. And once it made sense, you could make use of all the potentialities provided by that tiny universe, including getting to others.

Normally the process of connecting was entirely random, an infinity of infinities of universes out there to discover. However, with objects of the right quantum signature you could visit the same universe again and again without worries, even target a specific point in time. And wasn't it so convenient that he just so happened to have a few items of a unique quantum signature on his person after all this time?

Alright, so he'd thought Tommy had been crazy for holding onto a few bullet casings, but Alex had been proven wrong, though that didn't mean the jerk was allowed to gloat. It might inflate his ego or something.

"Is it ready?" He asked.

"We can start the sequence whenever, sir."

Alex's smile was tight. "Do it."

~0~0~

Alfred knows there's something off from the moment he opens the door to his house. He can't place it right away, but he enters with a cautious step none the less. There's nothing out of place in the front hall, nor the living room, nor the kitchen.

When he looks up the stairs, though, there's someone looking back down at him, and it's not Mattie.

"Who are you?" He asks, though he thinks he almost knows-

"I'm hurt, Al; don't you remember me?"

Alfred rocked back, frowning in confusion. "Alex? But it's only been a year."

"It's been a lot longer than that for me. Almost four hundred years, in fact." Alex comes down the stairs with the casual gait of one who's come into quite a bit of power, standing just shy of Alfred's own six and something when they're face to face.

"Then how'd you get here?"

Alex smiles, and it's not entirely friendly. "You're the one who told me the secret; it's all quantum in the end. And China makes for an excellent rival to test myself against."

Alfred feels the edge of a challenge, and refuses to back down. "Then why here?"

"Because you're here," the Empire replies smoothly, like it's obvious. "You're the one who pushed me to be what I am; don't you think you deserve to know?"

"I didn't make you do anything."

"I know, but you showed me what I could be, and I decided it was worth the effort."

"Was it?"

Alex quirks a more honest grin. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

Alfred relaxes slightly. "I noticed that much."

"You know, you and Matt left without saying goodbye." The Empire steps forward, causing the Republic to step back before pausing.

"We didn't really get any warning before Tony pulled us back home," Alfred replies carefully, not sure if he wants to know where this is leading.

Alex leans close, still grinning. "I think you still owe us an apology."

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AN: So yeah this felt really off to write and I was wondering why until my friend pointed out it was like I was leaning more to their Nation side for once than their human sides, which actually makes a lot of sense in the end. I'm just so not used to writing them this way though its really strange and not entirely IC even though it technically still is?

Wow I haven't updated this collection in forever because of Hero Training and Wereiness and Stargate whoops. I might try to start throwing more things in here when I can.