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, Bunny Drabbles

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[36] Mutatia

"Even if we fix this, things aren't gonna be the same, are they?"

Matthew glanced over to his brother, who had been brooding since they'd finally reached the former American capital only to see it overrun with the half-humans and already starting to fall apart without anyone to actually maintain the infrastructure. "Al?"

"It's been more than a year, Mattie - the planet's already started adapting to the new status quo, and even if we get the cure to everyone, there's no doubt we're gonna have a lot of other issues to fix."

"At least the food's still edible, right?" The Canadian nudged his brother's shoulder, offering a smile he didn't entirely feel, because he understood exactly what his twin meant.

"I guess," The southern Nation replied, subconsciously reaching up to pet the Braviary that had just finished off its meal of a mutated rat. "Still, I can't stop thinking about whether we'll even still be needed after this."

The Braviary, as if sensing his companion's hurt, nudged his head against the personification's other shoulder, drawing a small smile from him. "I know, it's not your guys' fault, it's just-"

The American turned to look past his brother, across what had once been the National Mall to the lonely Washington Monument standing vigil in the distance. "There isn't an America or a Canada anymore. Heck, there aren't any countries at all as far as the world's concerned. Will our people still be the same once they get their memories back? Will they want to even keep things the same, or…"

Matthew scooted himself over, wrapping his arms around his brother and not feeling surprised to find his brother returning the gesture. "Don't give up yet, Al - we've still got to be big damn heroes and save the day, don't we?"

Glaceon yipped in agreement, resting a paw on the southern Nation's lap.

"See, even they agree with me. Maybe things will change, and maybe they won't, but that doesn't matter, because they're still our people, and as long as we're alive we'll be able to adapt with them, no matter what happens."

Alfred didn't reply, just continued to cling tight as Matthew's shoulder started to damped. This breaking point had been a long while coming, and the Canadian knew that his twin needed this in order to start pulling himself back together. Tomorrow they'd continue their quest, but for tonight, everything else could wait.

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[37] Searching For The One

"Are you sure it's Gilbert?" Alfred asked over the line.

"I think so," Matthew replied, fixing himself a cup of hot chocolate while holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder. "I've got a good feeling about it, at least."

"When were you planning on talking to him about it?"

The Canadian hummed, tapping the spoon against the rim while he thought. "Maybe at the next meeting? It's in Germany, so he should be there even if it's just to hang out with his friends."

"Yeah, I guess that'll work."

Matthew smiled, turning to look out the window at the snow gently falling from the darkness above. "You know, I never thanked you for your dumb plan, but I guess you can brag about how it all worked out from now on, right?"

There was a long pause, along with the sounds of some things being moved around on the other end of the call.

"Al?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, definitely, Francis'll be so annoyed. I, ah, gotta go help Tony move some of his equipment, but I hope it works out with you two. Chat with you later?"

There was something off to the tone, but Matthew put it off as distraction. "That's fine, I'll call you back when I can. Thanks again, Al."

"No problem Mattie. Love you, bro."

"Love you too." The Canadian removed one of his hands from his cup to grab the phone, setting it back into it's charger before taking a long sip of the cooling beverage.

Really, he'd lucked out to have such a helpful and understanding brother. Maybe one day he'd even be able to return the favor.

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[50] Hidden Away

"Aunt Ginny?" Alfred asked, looking a bit ill as he held onto his stomach. "I don't feel good."

The State sighed, knowing exactly what was making him ill but not quite sure how to bring it up. She knew she'd have to tell him and his brother about their status as Nations eventually, but it was one thing to say 'eventually' and another to realize it'd have to be soon, especially since the two were technically at war, even if it was just a proxy fight to the main war over in Europe.

But she could put it off for a few more days. At least until Joseph came back with Matthew so she could break it to both of them at once. Maybe that would be enough time to soften the blow.

(She really wished she didn't feel so much like Arthur, lying through her smile all the time.)

"You should get yourself to bed then," She told him softly, not meeting resistance as she gently nudged him towards the stairs. "I'll bring up some soup and medicine in a bit, alright?"

He made a face but nodded, slowly climbing his way up the stairs before pausing and turning back to her. "Is Mattie okay?"

He's getting far too perceptive to keep in the dark. "I don't know; we'll know when he returned with Uncle Joseph in a few days."

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"So we aren't human?" Matthew asked, so wide eyed and distraught that Ginny wanted nothing more than to apologize, but this had to be done.

"You are, but you also aren't," She replied. "You are still Alfred and Matthew, but you are also the British and French colonies in their entirety. You are the sum of your people but also your own person."

"Is that why we age wrong?" Alfred asked.

"Is that why I can tell how others are feeling and sometimes their names?" Matthew asked.

"Yes to both."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Her country - still so young, but already so strong! - demanded of her, and she knew he'd be able to tell if she's lying, because he learned it all from her.

"Do you remember that gruff green eyed Englishman who comes by occasionally that we always tell you to hide from? Or the blue eyed Frenchman who sometimes stops by as well?"

"Yes…" The two of them replied, having had them stop by for… a suspiciously long time, considering a normal, human lifespan, now that they considered it.

"Those are England and France, our colonizers and technically the ones who were supposed to raise you."

"Raise us?" Alfred frowned, brows furrowed. "But he's almost never here!"

"I've only seen Mr. Bonnefoy come by twice…" Matthew added, biting his lip at the idea of a parent who was never there.

"Exactly. They're far too busy in Europe to care about any of us aside from what wealth we give them, and when they aren't fighting each other they're searching for money so they can fund their next wars. Would you want to be raised by people like that?"

"Uncle Percy and Uncle Joseph fight all the time, though…" Matthew bit his lip.

"But the rest of us step in to stop it before it goes too far, right?" She pointed out, both of them nodding in memory. "No one in Europe does that; they just fight and fight and fight."

"That sounds awful," Alfred replied, looking so sad for them even though Ginny didn't feel they deserved it. "Why would they do that?"

"I don't know, Alfred," She sighed, shaking her head. "But that was why we tried so hard to get along for you, and why we agreed to not tell you right away. If Arthur and Francis had known about you two, they'd have done everything they could to turn you against each other, because an Englishman and a Frenchman can never be friends, and they'd have made you fight each other for them."

They both look horrified at the thought, and she knew she was stretching the truth to suit her whims, but she didn't have much of a choice unless she wanted them to be angry at all of their makeshift family.

"I would never fight Mattie!" "They would make me fight Al?"

"They would, and then they'd turn around and take everything from your people because they wanted to fight more. Why do you think your people are fighting now, even if they don't want to?"

They trade long looks, their faces flashing through emotions as they spoke in the odd way that twins of any sort always do, before turning back to her. "We don't wanna fight anymore. Can't you make them stop?"

"If only I could," She replied. "I'm not a Nation, just a colony. If you two got strong enough, maybe you could make them get along, but…"

"We'll do it, then." Alfred nodded, determined now. "We'll get strong enough to stop all the fighting, and then everyone will get along once they realize they're being dumb."

She didn't have the heart to tell him his dream was likely to fail before it started, but at least he wasn't angry anymore. Maybe having a goal would keep him away from the other Nations until he was ready.

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[56] Better Without Me?

Arthur woke up to a battlefield.

He couldn't remember how he got here, but he knew that his body ached from phantom wounds, either the just healed or from the loss of his people. They were in- in- Poland, yes, and the enemy was- Russia? No, the Union? But hadn't they fallen?

His head throbbed and his mouth tasted of the ashes of numerous deaths. He couldn't make sense of any of his memories, what he could remember clashing and vying for reality and why was there fighting? Weren't they all at peace?

There can never be peace here, his mind whispered, sending a ghostly shudder down his spine as another bomb killed a dozen of his men.

There was someone who could help with this, he knew, they'd always hated the Union - wait, why wasn't America here? Surely he'd be on the front lines against the Union? Unless he was in air support - he looked up with a frown - where was that?

One of his officers ran up, hair a mess as she came to a stop behind the same strip of broken wall he was hiding behind. "Sir!"

"Yes, lieutenant?" He tried to remember her name, but couldn't.

"The Russians are advancing around to the north - in an hour they'll have us pinned if we don't intercept or retreat. Your orders?"

"Where are our allies?" He asked, not even sure if he had any. "Do we have any backup coming?"

Why was he still hoping for some loud mouthed blond to swoop in with an annoyingly cheerful and uplifting laugh while he turned the fight around? Why wasn't America here?

She licked her lips. "Most of our allies are at stalemate with Soviet forces to the south, sir - there won't be backup from them for weeks. The French are struggling with internal tensions, possibly another bloody removal of their emperor and weeks until the new one is appointed."

"What about the Americans? They have to be doing something, right?"

He can see the confusion crease her face, and he doesn't need to know her to know something is wrong. "Americans, sir?"

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AN: Finally getting around to drabbling out some more stuff for these. It's interesting to see what ideas I still have muses for as opposed to those I've dropped for the moment.