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
NOTE: Yes, this fic is getting shorter! I mentioned on my author's page that I am moving stuff around and either reposting it in its own fic or moving it to a more appropriate collection. I've also deleted a few things that quite frankly SUCKED HORRIBLY so thats another reason this is getting shorter.
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[16/29] How To Raise Your Dragon
"Come out, come out, wherever you are…"
Alfred stepped cautiously through the woods, keeping his ears out for any sounds of movement. He knew something was close since there was a distinct lack of birdsong for a sunny spring afternoon, but considering how well they could hide he would have to be fast in order to catch them before they caught him instead.
He paused briefly to glance up, but couldn't make out anything in the branches above despite his best effort. With a quiet sigh he started pressing forward again, fingers twitching in suspense as he waited for the first sound of an ambush-
There was a woosh of air, and he turned just in time to catch a mouthful of feathers to the face, flailing for a moment before he reached up to help the poor amphithere settle more casually onto his shoulders. "Alright, you win that one, Ellie."
"Yay!" The young dragon cheered, wings extending out until they accidentally smacked Alfred in the back of the head. "Oops."
"Oof," He winced, though the blow hadn't hurt by any means, but since it seemed to be working in teaching the kids to not flap around wildly he'd exaggerate a little as necessary. "Oops is right."
"Ssorry…" Eleanor apologized, pressing her face close to the 'wound' in imitation of a kiss. "All better!"
He chuckled at the gesture, thus missing the brief swish before something collided with his arm, quickly wrapping a tail around the limb before it tumbled to the ground. Lifting up the offender, he simply raised an eyebrow at the cheerful upside down grin from the second amphitheatre.
"Got you, got you!" Jessibelle cheered, flapping her own wings in triumph.
"Yes, yes you did," Alfred huffed in amusement. "Where's your brother?"
There was a crunch from above. He looked up just as a few small branches and one more amphithere came tumbling down, smacking him in the face and sending him backwards to the dirt.
"...right, that's what I get for asking."
Eleanor, who had gotten herself off of him in time, peeked up into his field of view, looking worried for him. Jessibelle and Johnny peeked in right after her, the last the one to speak up. "Ssorry! Not hurt too too bad?"
"I'm fine," Alfred promised, blinking away the last of the daze from the fall before pushing himself up. "How about you guys? Any of you hurt?"
"No" "Nope!" "I'm okay."
"I see you guys are having fun out here," A new voice replied, drawing everyone's attention.
"Hey, Mattie," Alfred replied as Jessibelle quickly abandoned him to make a short hop-glide over to his brother, who obligingly held out an arm she could land on and latch around. "Is it late?"
"Well, it is past lunch," The Canadian pointed out, smiling in understanding as the amphithere made her way up to his shoulders and settling into place. "I figured you guys might be a bit hungry by now, especially with all the practice you've apparently been doing."
"Sweet!" The American cheered, pushing himself to his feet while the other two amphitheres on him scrambled to grab hold. "Last one there's a rotten egg!"
Matthew and Jessibelle exchanged looks as the other three ran (or rode) ahead, deciding that their mutual siblings were probably doomed to never grow up. They then made their way after at a much more sedate pace, knowing that the three would at least wait for them before tucking in.
Probably.
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[34] The French-Canadian Way
"I think I know who Artie likes," Alfred told his boyfriend one day, taking another swig of his milkshake while Mathieu choked.
"You what?" The Canadian asked, raised eyebrow at the southern Nation.
"I just noticed a few things while I was visiting him since he's been a bit mopey since he and Jason broke up, and I figured if anyone could tell me if I was on the right track or not it'd be you."
Mathieu raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think he told me anything about his personal life like that?"
"Well, you had to have some reason to suddenly start liking him after we split up during the war."
The Canadian gaped for a moment before composing himself. He hadn't even thought about how that might have looked to anyone else, honestly, and it just highlighted how observant his boyfriend could be when he wanted to be. "Seriously?"
Alfred shrugged. "Well, I mean, you'd been tense since the twenties, and then you were relaxed again after making buddies with him? It just sorta makes sense from all the other things you told me, especially since he's, y'know, bi and stuff."
"Sometimes you scare me, Alfie," Mathieu sighed, shaking his head. "Yes, that's when he told me, but he never exactly gave me a hint as to who - said he didn't want to start wailing on like Spain."
The American snorted in amusement. "That'd be the day. And it's not like I'm positive here either; the only way we'd know for sure is to ask, and you know how he'd get."
"First he'd yell at you for snooping, then yell at me for getting involved as well, then back to you for getting me involved, then he'd lament the youth in this day in age, and then depending on his mood after that he'd either talk to us about it or send us home to think about what we'd done."
Now Alfred laughed boisterously, slapping his leg as he tried to reign himself in again. "Seriously, I can see all that happening really easily. C'mon, though, focus here."
"Alright, alright, tell me what you saw there."
"Well, when I'd gotten there, I had a bit of a cold cause of the slump, right?"
"I think I remember that, yeah," Mathieu nodded slowly.
"And so when I mentioned it, he offered to make some of that honeyed tea he always made for me when I was a kid, and I accepted. While he was off doing that, I decided to sit down in his comfy chair, 'cause seriously the dude never lets anyone sit in it and it's the most comfortable thing ever even though it's old as balls."
"Alfred, focus."
"I'm getting to it. Anyways, you know how Arthur has those shelves of books and knick knacks from his adventures and stuff?"
"I do."
"Right, well, I noticed from there that you could see a couple of the lower shelves pretty much on eye level from his seat, and most of the stuff I hadn't really noticed before since all the other chairs face away from them and they're not at a standing eye level. And, when I checked, they were all from the same place."
Alfred paused, looking up at his boyfriend. "They were all from Kiku's place. And I'm not talking tourist crap - this is the same sort of stuff I get when Kiku takes me on tours around his place personally, like the back country and small villages and stuff you don't find on most tour guides. I mean he had probably a hundred of these things, some of them probably from the first time he ever went over there, and all of them were clean and like, super carefully cared for."
"...oh." Well then. No wonder even Alfred was suspicious at that point. "Why hadn't anyone noticed before?"
"Like I said, it was only the shelves clearly visible from that chair, and he never lets people sit in it. Not to mention no one looks above or below eye level most of the time, so unless they were pointed at it they wouldn't really notice it, especially if they're talking to him at the same time. Not to mention, well…"
"Most people wouldn't assume any of that meant anything special," Mathieu finished. "Why do you, though?"
"Because he raised me," Alfred replied simply. "And he hasn't really changed all that much since I was a kid."
"...and?"
"The only other things he's ever taken care of as carefully were the things I gave him back then."
Mathieu frowned, then paused, eyes widening. "Wait, I remember that shelf - the one in the back by the library, sometimes half-blocked by the door, right?"
"Yeah, I noticed that too; guy is way too sentimental for his own good." The smile Alfred offered at that belayed any sort of barb behind the words. "I just figured, if he's putting forth the same amount of effort towards Kik's stuff, then Kiku must be pretty important to him even if he doesn't say anything about it."
"Huh," Mathieu pondered that eventually deciding that he could see where his boyfriend was coming from. "Still, let's ask him about it first; it's his relationship, after all."
"Of course - who do you take me for?"
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[40] Youtube Stars
Alfred glanced down to his cellphone as it rang and froze, eyes going wide.
"Uh, Matt, take over the stream for a minute, kay?"
His brother tilted his head to see the number, pressed his lips together, and nodded. "Just let me know if you're gonna be gone for the rest of the stream."
"Right, got it," The American mumbled, answering the call as he scrambled out the door. "Uh, hi boss."
"Alfred."
"...I forgot about a meeting, didn't I?"
"Fortunately, not this time."
The Nation exhaled in relief. "Thank god, I thought I hadn't put something down in my planner or something-"
"However, I am curious as to why I had to find out from my daughter that apparently two certain Nations are not only stream media sensations, but have apparently been so for nearly eight months now."
"Shit, you mean Sasha found it?" Alfred swore, before rapidly paling again. "Uh, I mean-"
"She's apparently been following you for the past two months," His boss replied, sounding far too amused at the situation. "Apparently she enjoys your horror game streams."
"I'm pretty sure everyone does, since people keep sending them in for me to try out."
There was a brief pause, then, "So what is this all about, anyways? I know you two tend to be more active on social media, but…"
"Well, it was my idea, really," Alfred shrugged. "I saw some of the other youtubers and streamers that were getting popular and really connecting to their audiences, and I thought that it would be a nice way for Matt and I to sort of get a feel for our people, interact with them and stuff."
"I see. Do the other Nations know?"
"...I have no idea. I mean, we have seventy thousand followers from dozens of countries, but none of them have mentioned anything about it at meetings so…"
"Will this interfere with your paperwork and other duties?"
"Of course not!" Alfred replied, frowning. "It's why I have three planners; if anything, it's forced me to be more organized."
"Then for now, I think I'll avoid mentioning anything to the others as long as you don't start slipping."
"Thank you, boss," The Nation relaxed again, grinning now that he was in the clear.
"Of course, I do have one request…"
A few minutes later, Alfred walked back in, flopping back into the other seat while he watched Matthew clear out the next level of the game he'd started before the call.
"Everything alright?" The Canadian asked with a frown, glancing his way.
"Yeah, it's all cool, no worries," Alfred offered a smile. "Though I do sorta have a request for a game after you're done with this level…"
"Right, that should be another few minutes. Do I want to know what happened?"
"I'll tell you later."
The 'new subscriber' jingle popped up just then, and Matthew spared a moment to glance at the name before giving his brother a flat look.
"...during the next break."
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AN: Indeed, it's time for more of these! Also yes I finally wrote out who I chose for French!Mattie fic for the Arthur pairing, but you don't have to consider it official if you want to imagine another ship instead. It's just who I happened to have in mind.