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, time travel shenanigans

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"So," Alfred commented idly. "Now what?"

"I don't even know anymore," Matthew mourned, continuing to stare at the now-drained watch in his hands as if it'd bring it back to life. The watch that was, in fact, a tiny modified time machine, courtesy of Tony, who had helpfully forgotten to mention that new feature when Alfred had finally rescued it after three weeks of it being missing.

"Hold on, lemme see it again," The American nabbed the watch, prying the back open and sighing in relief as he looked over what was inside. "Right, so the good news is that this'll recharge in just a couple weeks."

"You mean weren't not stuck here forever?" The Canadian perked up at that.

"Nah, but I still want to make sure I can adjust this the right way so we don't go even further back next time, or too far into the future or anything." Alfred shut the back, finger running over the small dials. "Right now, I don't even know when we are, so that's gonna be fun to adjust for."

"Maybe we can look around?" Matthew wondered. "There has to be someone or something around here that'll give us a hint."

"We could do that," Alfred agreed, odd expression crossing his face. "Or we could just asked them."

"Who?" Matthew turned to look behind him at Alfred's direction, feeling a strong sense of deja vu at the nearly matching duo in white peering up at them from some nearby foliage. "Oh."

"Dang, we were cute as kids," Alfred noted quietly to his brother. "No wonder everyone fussed over us so much."

"I'm pretty sure that was because we were resource-rich," Matthew corrected, though he had to agree with his twin's other assessment.

"Details," The American waved off, turning a grin onto the two kids. "Hey there, kiddos!"

"Hello," The tiny Matthew greeted after a bit. "Are you from Europe?"

"Ah, sure, let's go with that," The American agreed. "Are any of the others around right now?"

"No," Tiny Alfred responded, expression drooping. "Everyone else is busy across the ocean."

"Well, that sucks." Alfred frowned. "Say, since we're here for a few weeks, we could stay with you two if you like."

"Alfred," Matthew hissed to his twin. "The timeline!"

"Will be just fine," Alfred shot back. "I don't remember this happening, so it's probably a different timeline. Just roll with it, okay?"

"Fine," The Canadian groused.

"Would you?" Both of the younger twins looked hopeful.

"Of course," The elder Matthew smiled, hoping this wouldn't end in a mess for them all.

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"Faster, faster!" The younger Alfred squealed, perched on his older counterpart's shoulders as they made laps around the lake.

"You sure you can handle it?" The elder Alfred asked with a grin, glancing back.

"Yeah!"

"Then let's do it!" The American put on more speed, nowhere near close to how fast he could go when pushing himself but still a fair click by almost any definition. The younger cheered again, clinging on tight as they hopped over the creek feeding it. The two Matthews stayed to the side, the elder showing the younger the best way to skip rocks.

"Like this, see?" The older Canadian showed, flicking his wrist and sending his rock bouncing a dozen times across the surface.

The younger concentrated, bringing his arm back before throwing it, the rock wobbling as it hit the water, bounced once, and sank from view. "I did it!"

"Nice job," Matthew approved. "You'll get better with practice, I'm sure."

Alfred skidded to a stop nearly, breathing a bit heavily from the run. "Whew, that was fun, but I think it's time for a break."

"Done already? You're starting to get out of shape," His twin teased, the southern twin replying with a rude gesture and a glare.

"I'm hungry…" The younger Alfred whined as he clambered down to the ground, punctuating it with a growl from his stomach. "Can we go home and eat?"

"Sure, that sounds fine," Matthew agreed, feeling a bit hungry himself. "Do you two want to lead us there, since we're new here?"

"Okay!" The younger twins chirped together, taking off towards their house while the elder Nations followed at a more casual pace.

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"Were we really this trusting as kids?" Alfred wondered quietly, watching the sleeping forms of their younger selves curled up together on the large bed.

Matthew turned slightly to look at his twin. "I think we were just that lonely."

The American grimaced. "Yeah, the others really weren't around that much, were they?"

"Busy with their politics and wars," Matthew shook his head. "It's a wonder we managed as well as we did on our own."

"Well, we at least had each other," Alfred mused. "That helped more than anything, I think."

"Yeah, we did, didn't we?" The Canadian grinned softly. "And so do they."

The southern twin matched it. "Geography has made us neighbors and all that."

Matthew laughed despite himself. "Way to make it sound unimpressive."

"Hey, it's the thought that counts, right?"

"Of course, Al. C'mon, lets let them sleep while we work on our other project."

The American laughed as he complied. "Jeese, so bossy, Mattie."

They closed the door, unaware of the curious, tired gazes watching them go.

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AN: So I randomized a continuation or whatever of my first ever Hetalia plot bunny, aka the time travel to the past one. Sort of more of a lighter-hearted rewrite than anything, but hey, it's something at least. I might write more in the future, I don't know, we'll just have to wait and see I guess.