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, Nyotalia, X-over with Tomb Raider

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Eleanor woke up, wondering why the world looked so strange before realizing she was the one upside down, not the torches. Her body was bound in cloth and rope, and she was currently about eight feet off the ground.

Eh, she could handle that. Squirming and stretching slowly but surely shredded the makeshift cocoon, and she was prepared for when it loosened enough for her to slip out and take the relatively short fall in stride, even managing to land on her feet. The ground under her crunched, and she grimaced at the sight of old human bones under her.

"God, what even happened last night?" Her senses currently told her it was early morning, but that was at her place, and she couldn't quite remember where she was right now.

Shaking her head, she started making her way down the narrow passageways, more than freaked out by the sheer number of skulls and cadavers on display. If it hadn't been so horrifying and obviously real, she'd've tried to pass it off as a tasteless prank by someone, maybe Julchen or Anya.

(But no, hadn't she been on a ship before this? Something about a storm… augh, she hated recovering from concussions, even if it was coming along relatively quickly!)

Pulling debris out of the way, she made her way further, looking over all the collections of junk and supplies and skulls (urgh!) that had to have been collected from multiple shipwrecks - wrecked? Yeah that sounded about right, it'd been so sudden though -

Someone lept from the ceiling, causing her to jolt back from the blocked off pathway she'd been examining.

"Who are you?" She asked, eyes narrowed at the almost wild look in his eyes. She'd seen men like that before, and every time she'd had to clobber them before they went through with whatever they were thinking about doing.

"I'm here to help you… I saved you…" He replied, stepping closer and grabbing her arm, pulling insistently.

"Hands off!" Eleanor snapped, yanking her arm back and almost throwing him off his feet.

"No, can't let you leave, they'll find you, they'll take you!" He shrieked, filthy nails biting into her skin now.

With a frustrated groan she brought her other hand around, smacking him hard enough to instantly knock him out, but thankfully not killing him. With another shove he was off her, his body left to lie in the water while she clambered up and steadily pulled apart the makeshift wall slash door the loony had more than likely created.

After some almost-swimming, she finally emerged into a larger room, the way out blacked by one final wall of defense that, after a moment's examination, had the doorway cleverly hidden underneath the water. She crawled out, and made her way to the entryway, basking in the sunset momentarily before realizing she had one last thing to do.

"Try kidnapping other people when you're trapped in, fucker," She muttered, kicking at the walls of the cavern until the loosened boulders started shuddering and falling, collapsing at least that part of the caverns. Even if he had other ways out, this seemed like a main one, and the satisfaction of denying him something was enough to have her humming merrily even as she clambered her way down to what looked like a small footpath.

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Okay, maybe the loony wasn't quite so loony, she decided as she looked upon the man who had once been hers and was now absolutely batshit insane, even if his face was pleasant and composed. Sakura was smiling politely, though it was obvious after a glance that she'd also caught whiff of something off with him even if she couldn't confirm it.

"Hey, do you have something for my scrapes? I had to do a lot of crawling and climbing to get here," She asked her friend instead, sitting down even as the Japanese personification pulled out a salvaged container of medical paste.

"Stay still, please, Eleanor-san," She leaned in close, focused entirely on reaching the scrapes around her face and neck first.

"Don't trust," The American personification whispered in Japanese, lips blocked from view at that moment and voice carried away by the fire and the light breeze.

Sakura hummed, leaning away as she made her way down her friend's arms, covering up wounds that would easily be healed by morning with some rest. In fact, the call of sleep was very much tempting, even though her mind cheerfully told her it was time to wake up, and Eleanor wasn't certain whether her friend shill had her self-protection knives on her person or not.

As if reading her mind, Sakura finished and moved away, offering a more honest smile. "Please, get some rest. We need our energy to look for the rest of our friends in the morning."

Right, her friend would be alright regardless, and she had been walking for a good chunk of the last day. With a nod of understanding she laid back and closed her eyes, not quite drifting to sleep, but definitely more focused on assessing her current state and finishing piecing together what had happened.

Her eyes snapped open after what felt to be about an hour, feeling the last of the drugs that'd been in the water Mathias had offered burn from her body as she forced herself up. On the far end of the small platform, Sakura had the man pinned to the ground with her knives, snarling sharply in response to his scowl.

"You okay?" Eleanor asked as she walked over to join them, admiring the clean cuts to his achilles tendons that was likely the main reason he wasn't attempting to run right now. A gun was also lying to the side, which the American claimed for herself, pulling out the magazine to check the rounds and caliber before slotting it.

"He tried to drug me and take me while we slept," She replied simply. "He's been planning it since I mentioned our reason for being here."

"You mean the Yamatai and Queen Himiko expedition?" She kept an eye on her citizen, feeling his burst of surprise and annoyance while wishing she could read people's minds. Ah well, emotions tended to give more than enough away as it was, and she knew his name and general mental state, so that was all she really needed. "Think he knows something about them, then?"

"I would imagine so," Sakura shrugged. "I know there was a military base here in the last world war, but he claims the people there died to wildlife and disease."

And he was wondering why she'd automatically know otherwise, because she'd been the only living person who knew where the island was when Eleanor had asked about the legend, and had admitted to feeling the people stationed here get killed off by something methodical and merciless.

"Not to mention someone has to have been leaving those corpses and skulls around," Eleanor noted, kicking back at remaining calm even as his panic spiked. "Which I doubt that loony I found earlier did all on his own. After all, with so many wrecks, we can't have been the only people to survive, right?"

Possession, anger, and a desire to gut them both. "Well, those people would need a leader, right? Someone to keep some form of civilization going while waiting for rescue?"

"It would have to be very rigid to last this long," Sakura caught on, gaze sliding up to the mountain as she frowned. "But that's not the only danger here. There's something near the peak…"

Surprise and panic and… desire? "You think it might be whatever killed the soldiers?"

"Perhaps."

And Mathias confirmed it with his smug satisfaction, probably thinking they'd be killed by whatever lurked on the isle. "Right then, let's get going. And… no reason to leave anything behind."

She closed her eyes, wincing slightly at the feel of her friend killing one of her people so easily, even if it was a mercy and a preventative measure. The blades had been carefully cleaned and put away before the American opened her eyes again, the two of them getting to their feet and looking up the mountain together.

"Right, what's the fastest way up to the military base? If nothing else, it'll give us an idea of where to go."

"The fastest and safest path will more than likely be guarded heavily."

Eleanor's grin was sharp. "I dare them to stop me."

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After checking in with their ship and saying they were planning on heading up the mountain to find the old radio tower and send out a message, they managed to make their way up, slipping around the camps of restless cultists, enough of whom were American or Japanese that they acted as beacons in the backs of their minds. The base had clearly seen better days, and the records that had survived described the experiments on attempting to harness the weather before going into whatever had killed the people there.

"Onis…" Sakura frowned, fingers sliding softly over the pages, as if mourning the men who had lost their lives to this fool's crusade. "I wonder…"

"Are we talking metaphorical onis, or is this getting into legit supernatural stuff?"

"...when I was young, I heard from my emperor about Himiko. He and his men feared her, said that her palace was guarded by men with unnatural strength. It's… possible, that the people who got away were not exaggerating their experiences in the slightest. We would have to get to the palace to be certain, though."

"Another climb, then?"

"It's at the very peak, so unfortunately, yes."

"Well if these people can get up there to worship their dead queen, so can we."

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"Holy fuck, I hate soul-sucking ghosts so fucking much," Eleanor panted, watching the skies clear into a beautiful mid-morning from the peak of the ancient palace. "When we get to your place, we are going to spend an entire damned week getting pampered, you got it?"

"Hai, Eleanor-san," Sakura exhaled, coughing into an arm as her body shook off the last of the attempted possession of her person by the demoness known as Himiko.

"Also, next time I want to investigate something that sounds cool, I want you to smack me, got it?"

"Hai, Eleanor-san."

"...we should probably check in with the crew in a few minutes."

"Hai, Eleanor-san."

They both fell silent, both able to admire how much more relaxing it was to not constantly be dealing with an aura of evil hanging over the entire island.

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AN: Yeah, this started out as a Side Effects of Suerstrength drabble, but then sort of took on a life of its own. It's too disjointed to be its own fic, and doesn't belong in the bunny since I've no motivation to write more, but it's a thing, so enjoy.

Alternative title: Why Being Nations Generally Breaks Game Plots