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, More Random Bunnies
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[36] Mutatia
The twins tensed as the large ice bear plodded its way over to them, unsure of whether it would consider attacking them for the food they were carrying. It still looked remarkably like the polar bear it had likely once been, though it was obviously as changed as most of the wildlife they'd come across so far.
Matthew watched the bear as it came up to him, almost sticking his nose into his jacket, and the Canadian was convinced it was going to start trying to knock him over for food until it spoke.
"Feed me."
The Canadian blinked, thrown by the non sequitur, before turning to his brother who had abruptly started laughing his ass off. "Alfred!"
"Sorry Mattie but just- oh my god your face when he spoke up- holy shit-"
Matthew groaned, not wanting to admit that it might have indeed been funny had it been the other way around. Instead he turned back to the bear, who was now sitting while staring at him hopefully. The likeness to a dog would have been more complete if the bear hadn't still been at eye level with him.
"Nanuq? Is that you?"
The bear snorted, a fine icy mist clouding in front of him at the action, as if in disbelief his owner could mistake him for another bear. "Hungry."
Alfred, who had mostly finished giggling at this point, shook his head in amazement. "Holy shit, even as a magical ice bear he can't be bothered to feed himself if you're around."
Matthew's glaceon, having gotten a closer look - and whiff - of the bear while the humans were distracted, seemed more than happy to clamber up Nanuq's back and use him as a makeshift perch. Alfred's braviary, in the face of that amount of ice, wisely chose to perch up above in a tree while the reunion went on.
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[51] Pride and Prejudice
Arthur frowned, shifting in his seat as he sent another glance down the table to where Alfred was sitting. He'd hoped to procure a seat next to the young Nation, but the Slavic siblings had taken the three seats to his left and the Italies had taken the two to his right, leaving the Briton no choice but to sit elsewhere.
(He didn't want to admit that he'd been scared out of asking them to move when they'd all given him frigid looks worthy of the northern reaches - he didn't even know Feliciano could glare until today.)
Of course, he could always just catch the boy afterwards, explain things soothingly so that he understood why this was necessary for everyone's good, but that hit a dead end as well, his chair barely sliding from its place by the time Feliks had bounded over, all but ignoring Ivan's presence in favor of wrapping his arms around Alfred's shoulders.
"Hey, we haven't hung out in ages," The Polish man reprimanded gently. "We should totes have a movie night together while you're over here!"
"I'm not sure…" Alfred had replied quietly, hesitant. "I still have a lot of paperwork to do when I get back…"
"Psh, those can wait a few days, can't they?" Feliks removed his arms so he could maneuver himself to the table to lean against it. "If your boss complains, just say you're working on improving relations with Eastern Europe - it's not like it's a lie, and you'll get to relax for a bit."
Feliciano leaned over, waving his hands as he agreed to the idea. "Oh, I could make food for everyone, and then we can have a snowball fight!"
Feliks snorted in amusement. "Just remember the snow gear I lent you this time, alright?"
"Got it!"
Arthur coughed, trying to get their attention, only to balk when everyone's gazes turned on him, all amusement dying away into a strangled silence.
"Do you need something?" Natalya asked, looking like she'd be glad to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"I was just wondering if I could speak with Alfred for a moment? Alone, possibly?"
"Sorry, no can do," Lovino replied dryly. "We're busy making plans with him, so you can go fuck yourself."
"Lovi, that's not nice," Feliciano chastised before turning his gaze back to Arthur. "But Alfred really doesn't want to talk to you right now, so unless you want Ivan to escort you out, you should probably go.
The English Nation looked to the Russian Nation. The Russian Nation smiled back, his eyes promising he would fully enjoy going through with it.
Arthur cut his losses and left, knowing he couldn't hide behind the others forever, and when that happened…
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[53] Well This Is Strange
Alfred very carefully kept watch over his twin as the nurse puttered around, finding the vials that would work properly on a 'squib' (as Alfred had bluffed in order to keep things simple; his brother would catch on fast once he realized the situation as well.) If the gesture also served as a way to avoid looking into the eyes of potential mindreaders, well that was just coincidence since he was concerned with Matthew's good health.
He'd long ago finished the chocolate offered to him, pocketing the one given to him for his brother since he knew he still had a Hershey's bar on him somewhere the Canadian would probably prefer. British wizarding chocolate, for its odd tricks, really just wasn't the same from what he'd discovered.
"I trust you understand why we're so leery about two strangers suddenly approaching the castle during these troubled times," Old Man Dumbledore spoke softly, though there was a firm note in his voice that all but demanded answers.
Alfred could have ignored it, honestly, but he saw no reason to be antagonistic to the people currently helping his brother out, so went with the next best option. "Really? What's going on?"
"Surely you must have heard about a recent breakout, Mr. Jones."
Do not roll eyes. Do not roll eyes. "My brother and I are from the US, and since you guys sound British I'm gonna assume that's where we are now, so no, we don't exactly keep up on everything that happens over here."
"Rude little-"
"Enough, Severus," Dumbledore interrupted. "Since you are not aware, I will warn you that the mass murderer known as Sirius Black has recently escaped from Azkaban, and we fear he plans on finishing what his master started twelve years ago."
Alfred nodded slowly, trying to remember what he could of the books without actually giving anything away. "I might have read something like that, but it slipped my mind. He's after someone here then?"
"A student by the name of Harry Potter."
The Nation could hardly believe this was a genuine, serious conversation he was having right now. "Ah, sucks to be him then."
If anyone there thought it odd he didn't fawn, they said nothing, moving the conversation along. "Indeed, so you can see why we are reluctant to leave you to your own devices while you're here."
"Cause my brother and I might be working for this Sirius Black guy or his master?" Alfred couldn't help but snort in amusement at the idea. "Sorry, neither of us exactly support terrorists or criminals."
The American could almost feel the look leveled on him for the brush off. "Be that as it may, until we are sure of your loyalties and your brother's health, we will have to ask you to remain in the rooms we will provide for you."
Alfred blinked, resisting the urge to turn on the man in disbelief. "Uh, I'm flattered, but I'd really rather just get home as soon as possible."
"And risk another confrontation with the dementors without any sort of protection?"
...damn him. Alfred closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine, but can I at least learn how to fight those freakish things off while I'm here."
Something else struck him, causing him to frown. "Also I might need a wand, because I didn't exactly have mine on me when we got blasted here."
"The first can be provided, but the second will have to wait until someone is free to escort you. I trust you have money?"
The American frowned, checking his jacket to see if he still had his wallet on him - thankfully, he did. "Yeah, but it's all nonmagical cash, so…"
"That can be traded in at Gringotts beforehand."
Hopefully he had enough on his person… how much was a galleon in US dollars again? Guess he was about to find out.
(And no, he didn't miss how the 'when someone is free to escort you' sounded a lot like 'when we're sure we can trust you.' He knew the language of politics better than most humans, and he knew he was in murky water.
This… was gonna be interesting to work with.)
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[56] Better Without Me?
Matthew sat on what he vaguely felt was where the border between his brother and himself should have been, only there was no border because he had no brother, and he didn't know how that was possible because he damn well knew he had a brother, only…
No, no, he refused to doubt himself, refused to believe the world he half-hazily knew wasn't real, because a world without his twin there to help him up when he stumbled, to laugh away his fears, or to share all his latest harebrained ideas and jokes with him… it was unthinkable, for too many reasons to count.
He continued to sulk on the nonexistent woodland border between himself and a country that didn't exist, not caring that his colonizer (and god did the idea of being a mere colony make his stomach twist and gnarl) was looking for him, or that he'd been there for two days with food or water, because he just knew if he waited long enough he would wake up from this horrible nightmare to his brother's concerned gaze, asking if he were alright.
(...why couldn't he remember his name? It was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't quite speak it…
It was America, sure, but it was also Af… Ar… Ame…)
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AN: Because the more I write for these the more ideas I get and the more likely it is that I might take up another fic or two to actually work on soonish.