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, canonverse
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"Hey guys, sorry we're late, there was some traffic… and…"
Alfred blinked as he took in the state of the room, then reached up, pulled his glasses off, rubbed at his eyes, and put them back on before reassessing the scene. Nope, still the same, and he'd just cleaned his glasses that morning, so… "Matt, you seeing this too?"
"If it's a bunch of kids who look suspiciously like the other Nations all fighting or staring at us, then yes, yes I am."
"Damn, and here I was hoping I had too much coffee this morning."
"Did you even have any?"
"...actually, now that you mention it-"
There was a shriek from the back of the room, instantly drawing both of their attentions as they tried to figure out what was happening now. As it continued, the two ran over to the commotion, seeing that a young Arthur was tugging on a young Francis' hair while the French boy shrieked in protest and smacked the English boy back. It seemed even as kids they could find ways to fight.
"Matt, you grab Franny, I'll grab Arts, and then we'll see about the rest of these guys."
His brother nodded, walking over and firmly removing Arthur's hand before picking the teary eyed French child up, patting him on the back while Alfred moved in to scoop up the complaining Arthur.
"Don't help that frog, he started it!" The child complained, scowling fiercely before the American brought him up so they were eye to eye.
"You didn't help by fighting back, so you both are going to apologize and you are going to behave or else, you got that?"
The child to his credit refused to bow down for nearly a minute, but in the end slumped in Alfred's arms and mumbled out a half-hearted, "Sorry." When Francis did the same, Matthew and Alfred exchanged nods, figuring for the moment things were mostly contained.
"So, bets on what caused this?" Alfred asked casually, examining the other kids as they went back to their games now that the fight was over and the 'adults' were no longer interesting. "First two don't count."
"It's not hard when his wand's still on the floor," Matthew pointed out, gesturing with his hand awkwardly in the direction of the forgotten magical tool, which was almost in the hands of a very eager Gilbert.
"Whoops, not for long," The American moved to intervene, scooping it up before more chaos was caused. "You know who we need right now?"
"Ginny?"
"Ginny."
"Thank god we're in my place this time, or this'd be a lot harder to deal with," Alfred pulled out his cellphone while keeping Arthur from falling, hitting the State's speed dial number before putting it up to his ear and waiting. "Hey, Gin? We got a bit of a problem here. How soon can you be at the UN building? WIth your spellbooks. Yes, it's one of those days. Great, see you soon."
"She's on her way?" Matthew asked.
"With her general counterspell book, yeah," His brother nodded, tucking the phone away again. "Should be here in two hours tops depending on what flight she catches. Think we can last that long?"
The Canadian looked around the room, biting his lip thoughtfully. "Maybe."
Alfred looked ready to play it off but bit down on his lip, not interested in tempting fate today.
At least today's meeting wasn't going to be boring.
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AN: Just a silly idea I'm amused with but not enough to write a full out oneshot or short story or whatever for right now. Maybe in the future, but eh...