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, Ame Bela friendship sorta?

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"Hey Belarus," Alfred greeted in Russian from the doorway to the guest bedroom, hoping he wasn't being too pushy with her since she had technically just moved in. "You settling in alright?"

She looked up from where she'd been sitting on the bed, gaze carefully blank of whatever she might have been feeling at the time. "I am fine."

He bit back a sigh, figuring she didn't have much reason to open up to him yet and that he just needed to be patient, even if that wasn't his strong suit. "That's good to hear. You need anything? Books? Clothes? Food? I can probably still run out and get it before the stores close…"

"I don't need anything right now."

Well, so much for that. "Alright… you hungry? I can make dinner."

"I am not."

Alfred winced, trying to think of something he could do to make her a bit more comfortable. "How about a movie?"

She blinked at him, but didn't turn it down right away, prompting him to continue. "Since there's a pretty big time difference you need to adjust to and it's still a bit early to go to bed, I figure a movie would help keep you awake until a better time."

After another long stretch of silence which had him feeling a bit awkward about being so forward, she eventually sighed, closing her eyes. "I suppose I can put up with one of your American films for that reason."

Well, at least that was something, he decided with a grin. "Right, I'll just pull out a few and you can lemme know which one looks interesting when you come down."

Waiting just a second to see if she changed her mind or wanted something else before leaving, Alfred made his way down to his TV room, digging through his collection of films while trying to figure out what kind she'd even like. He really didn't want to make assumptions about her after some of the things he'd heard the others whisper just out of her hearing range, because damnit all he knew what it was like to have the world single you out and refused to do it to her as well.

(He didn't hold out too much hope she'd do the same for him, not because he thought she was shallow but because he sometimes recognized the others weren't entirely wrong about him.)

By the time she came downstairs, he had out a few movies from half a dozen genres, from action to romance to horror, and hoped that she wouldn't just turn down all of them and retreat to her room again, because he really wanted to make her feel welcome as soon as possible and that would probably be a lot more difficult if she spent all her time in the guest room.

Belarus made her way over to him slowly, gaze lingering on him for a moment before turning to the small piles of movies separated by theme. Starting at the close end, she picked up the case, looking over the cover with a frown that he attributed to distaste until she turned back to him. "What is this?"

...wait, that's right, she didn't read or speak much English. Whoops. "Ah, those are the romance films, but there are other types, I just wasn't sure..."

She made a face at that, setting them back down before moving on to the next one.

"Fantasy." Another grimace before they joined the first pile.

"Horror." Thoughtful, but she set them down as well.

"Scifi." Those also went into the pile.

"Action." And here seemed to hit the jackpot, as she didn't move to set them down, instead going through the pile and examining the covers, trying to eke out their story without being able to read the title.

After shuffling through most of them, she went back to the second movie in the stack, pulling it out so that Alfred could see it clearly. "Which one is this?"

"That's…" not the movie he would expect her to pick, but he hardly minded! "Indiana Jones. Archaeologist and adventurer who helped stop Nazi plots with his whip and brains. I promise I didn't have anything to do with the naming process."

Belarus raised an eyebrow.

"...my human name's Alfred F. Jones, and I sorta have archaeology and stuff as a hobby so… yeah…it was a weird coincidence..."

Pressing her lips together in thought, she glanced back down to the film before conceding and handing it over with a sigh. "I suppose I can put up with this if it remains as simple as that."

Beaming widely, Alfred took the film from her and brought it over to the TV, carefully inserting it into the player before making his way back over to the couch. "You can sit down wherever you like - I know you said you didn't want dinner, but I can make snacks or something if you want."

"I don't need anything, but thank you."

Shrugging, he waited for her to settle down on one side of the couch before taking the other, sitting back and smiling as the film started to roll.

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"America, where in the world is Belarus?"

"She, ah, had to get changed."

"Whatever for? Did she spill something on her outfit?"

"...not exactly…"

[Door opens and closes] "Sorry I'm late."

"What the hell-"

"Turns out, Nat is really into actiony type stuff, especially if it has Harrison Ford in it."

"But-"

"Don't worry, she hasn't seen Star Wars yet."

"I-"

"She also pulls off the hat really well, doesn't she?"

"-grk-"

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AN: Ahahaha, something set a bit in the past, when Nat was living with Alfred and trying to get used to her new situation. I imagine they would bond over action films and stuff for reasons, so yeah this is just a thing with that.