[Hetalia] "Be the Young" A Collection of 7 AmeCan Ficlets
Another group of ficlets that aren't necessarily related to each other but are prompted from Yellowcard's song "Be the Young"
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Title: "Be the Young" - A Collection of 7 AmeCan Ficlets
Author: shuriken7
Claim: America
Prompt: 40. Universe, 19. Blood, 37. Need, 29. Lie, 39. Passion, 14. Sun, 25. Telephone @ 50ficlets, 34. Not Enough, 80. Why?, 84. He, 79. When, 98. Passion, 13. Yellow, 6. Hours @ fanfic100
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: PG to PG-13
Word Count: 1,593
Summary: America and Canada have been through a lot together.
A/N: These stories are from all kinds of time periods and moments, they don't follow each other chronologically.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
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Universe
I made these wishes with you, went coast to coast
And we both felt so alive
America could remember the first time they had stood on the Pacific coast together as independent nations. They both could now claim land from sea to shining sea. His universe was now complete, the aching feeling that had driven him to this other coast had subsided. It was now replaced with something else, it was not enough to just stretch coast to coast.
He looked over the nation that he shared a border with. Canada was still staring out across the ocean. America touched his cheek softly, brushing it with his fingertips, tucking a lock of hair behind Canada’s ear. He turned to look back at him, violet eyes wide with confusion.
“What?” he asked.
“I always hoped we’d be standing here together one day.” he replied, smiling. Canada flushed, leaning over to kiss America. The salty air of their western coast filled their senses as they held each other.
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Blood
We traded safe for something we just had to be
And we almost lost our minds
America wasn’t sure where he stood with Canada after he had won his independence. They no longer lived in the same house, and since Canada was still a British colony he was not allowed to see him. England had drawn a line and told them that they could not cross it. America would sometimes wake up, expecting Canada to be there with him, and feeling loneliness when he remembered where he was now.
One night, when he woke up alone, he made a decision. He was going to see Canada. He snuck across the border, but he froze when he heard the sound of a musket being cocked.
“Where do you think you are going Al?”
“Matt?” He turned slowly to see Canada standing there, the musket against his shoulder, pointing it directly at America.
“England told you you weren’t allowed to come here anymore.”
“I had to see you. To make sure...”
“Make sure of what?”
“That you still care about me! I’ve heard nothing from you! I guess England has been poisoning you against me!” He looked down the barrel of the weapon feeling anger rise in his chest, “I suppose I was right to be worried!”
Canada cringed visibly at the venom that leaked out of America’s voice, “You can’t have any of my land!”
“Who said I wanted it! I just wanted to see you!” He could feel the tears, angry and hot welling up in his eyes. He was free to do anything he wanted now, except one of the things he wanted to do the most.
“If you hadn’t wanted your blasted rebellion so badly, we would still be living together!” Canada was crying now too, his hands shaky on the musket.
“I did what I had to do! He was smothering me!”
Canada swallowed, “I’m sorry Al, but I can’t see you. I’m doing what I have to do too.” He pulled the trigger. The flash illuminated their faces, revealing America’s wide eyes as the ball struck him in the shoulder. His hand went immediately to the wound, blood seeping between his fingers.
“I need to remind England that I’m not you.” he said, trying to hide the shaking in his voice. He couldn’t believe what he had done. He fled, leaving America bleeding in the snow.
America stumbled back to his own lands before collapsing. He couldn’t understand what had happened to them.
*****
Need
This is loud, this is cold, this is endless and I know
Growing up has just begun
America stalked out of the meeting room when a break was called. He pulled at his tie irritably, loosening it. He had been sorely tempted to reach across the table and strangle England. If he had to listen to him be all smug and imperious for another minute this afternoon, he might actually throttle him. He wondered how Canada could just sit there!
He was surprised when an arm reached out and grabbed him, dragging him to a nearby vacant room. He didn’t even have time to react before Canada pressed a hot mouth to his. America kissed him back, any thoughts of the other temporarily forgotten.
“And everyone thinks I’m the pushy one.” he said, grinning at Canada.
“You are the difficult one! Because of your arguments about where I end and you begin, England is all up in arms about me talking to you.”
“Then why are you still talking to me?” America asked pulling Canada into another kiss. They didn’t speak again as their youthful bodies moved against each other, their need to be close as strong as ever.
*****
Lie
But there’s a place we could find where the pain is useless
And we’ll forever be the young
America felt like he couldn’t remember a time when his stomach wasn’t empty and his throat was anything but dry. Everything had been going great, but then the crops withered and the stock market had crashed. He was lying on the floor of his house, staring blankly at the ceiling. Canada lay somewhere in the vicinity of his head, his body stretched out in the other direction, their foreheads almost touching.
America listened to his neighbor’s breathing, wondering if his own was as ragged.
“Still alive, Mattie?”
“Still alive, Al?”
America chuckled, earning a laugh from the northern nation. “Do you think this will ever end?”
“It has to, the others have survived worse than this.”
“Mmmm.” America pressed their foreheads together, it burned as Canada’s own fever added to his own. “Hopefully it’ll be over while we are still young.”
Canada laughed and they lay there until they had to get up to scrounge something to eat.
*****
Passion
...After all this waiting for the sky to fall
I need this to be real
Please let it be real
No one knew about them, it was their little secret. There relationship shown publicly in little ways, an open trade agreement here, an undefended border there. When no one was looking perhaps a heated glance.
It was only when they were alone that they could show their true affection for each other. In private they could touch and taste. Passion ruled between them.
Sometimes America felt like a character in one of Shakespeare’s plays that England had forced him to read when he was younger. He would lay there staring at the ceiling, Canada’s head pillowed on his chest, I am afeared that being in night, that this is all a dream.
For when there were others around there were no soft touches, no lingering kisses... just cold indifference.
*****
Sun
Where I was broken, I am healed
I learned to fight, I learned to feel
It was an odd place for them to meet, an open field filled with sunlight and bright flowers. America was closely examining a yellow flower that he didn’t recognize at first. He looked up when he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t get up but sat there smiling brightly at Canada as he approached.
Canada sat down beside him leaning on him slightly, placing his head on America’s shoulder. They sat that way in silence, a soft breeze blowing across them filling the air with the scent of hundreds of flowers.
“Why did you want me to meet you here, Al?”
“I like it here, I feel more whole than in the city. Cities are about fragments and diversity, nature is about being whole.”
Canada smiled, “Who taught you that one?”
“John Muir.”
“He is a wise man.”
America nodded, reaching down to stroke one of the bright blossoms that he loved, just as dearly as any person within his land. “This place is protected under an agency just for it, the first in the world.”
“Yellowstone and the other national parks are beautiful, Al.”
“They are healing.”
Canada closed his eyes, and leaned into him, “Yes they are.”
*****
Telephone
...I can’t believe my eyes
You are still here next to me
All I need, you’re all I see
In this life we hoped to find
It had started with a simple call, a single word. His name, spoken softly. With that one word America knew everything, he was heading out the door to Canada’s house within minutes. He arrived in anticipation, his own body already burning with need. The hours had seemed like days.
He knocked on the door and it opened quickly. One look into his neighbor’s lust clouded eyes and he was lost, drowning in the feel of closeness, in the feeling of skin on skin. The smell and taste of Canada was all his brain could process.
After, they lay in each other’s arms, bodies still pressed together.
“Damn, you need to call me more often.” said America, feeling Canada nod against his chest.
“It’s a major ego boost knowing I can get the superpower in my bed with little more than a word and a glance.”
“Smugness doesn’t become you Mattie. Don’t get a big head.” he could feel Canada shaking with laughter, “Not what I meant you pervert!”
“I blame France, is it England’s fault that you are such a prude?”
“Hey!”
“Just kidding.” Canada shifted up slightly placing a kiss on America. America kissed him back, enjoying the gentle touch as much as rough ones.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Title: "Be the Young" - A Collection of 7 AmeCan Ficlets
Author: shuriken7
Claim: America
Prompt: 40. Universe, 19. Blood, 37. Need, 29. Lie, 39. Passion, 14. Sun, 25. Telephone @ 50ficlets, 34. Not Enough, 80. Why?, 84. He, 79. When, 98. Passion, 13. Yellow, 6. Hours @ fanfic100
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Rating: PG to PG-13
Word Count: 1,593
Summary: America and Canada have been through a lot together.
A/N: These stories are from all kinds of time periods and moments, they don't follow each other chronologically.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
*****
Universe
I made these wishes with you, went coast to coast
And we both felt so alive
America could remember the first time they had stood on the Pacific coast together as independent nations. They both could now claim land from sea to shining sea. His universe was now complete, the aching feeling that had driven him to this other coast had subsided. It was now replaced with something else, it was not enough to just stretch coast to coast.
He looked over the nation that he shared a border with. Canada was still staring out across the ocean. America touched his cheek softly, brushing it with his fingertips, tucking a lock of hair behind Canada’s ear. He turned to look back at him, violet eyes wide with confusion.
“What?” he asked.
“I always hoped we’d be standing here together one day.” he replied, smiling. Canada flushed, leaning over to kiss America. The salty air of their western coast filled their senses as they held each other.
*****
Blood
We traded safe for something we just had to be
And we almost lost our minds
America wasn’t sure where he stood with Canada after he had won his independence. They no longer lived in the same house, and since Canada was still a British colony he was not allowed to see him. England had drawn a line and told them that they could not cross it. America would sometimes wake up, expecting Canada to be there with him, and feeling loneliness when he remembered where he was now.
One night, when he woke up alone, he made a decision. He was going to see Canada. He snuck across the border, but he froze when he heard the sound of a musket being cocked.
“Where do you think you are going Al?”
“Matt?” He turned slowly to see Canada standing there, the musket against his shoulder, pointing it directly at America.
“England told you you weren’t allowed to come here anymore.”
“I had to see you. To make sure...”
“Make sure of what?”
“That you still care about me! I’ve heard nothing from you! I guess England has been poisoning you against me!” He looked down the barrel of the weapon feeling anger rise in his chest, “I suppose I was right to be worried!”
Canada cringed visibly at the venom that leaked out of America’s voice, “You can’t have any of my land!”
“Who said I wanted it! I just wanted to see you!” He could feel the tears, angry and hot welling up in his eyes. He was free to do anything he wanted now, except one of the things he wanted to do the most.
“If you hadn’t wanted your blasted rebellion so badly, we would still be living together!” Canada was crying now too, his hands shaky on the musket.
“I did what I had to do! He was smothering me!”
Canada swallowed, “I’m sorry Al, but I can’t see you. I’m doing what I have to do too.” He pulled the trigger. The flash illuminated their faces, revealing America’s wide eyes as the ball struck him in the shoulder. His hand went immediately to the wound, blood seeping between his fingers.
“I need to remind England that I’m not you.” he said, trying to hide the shaking in his voice. He couldn’t believe what he had done. He fled, leaving America bleeding in the snow.
America stumbled back to his own lands before collapsing. He couldn’t understand what had happened to them.
*****
Need
This is loud, this is cold, this is endless and I know
Growing up has just begun
America stalked out of the meeting room when a break was called. He pulled at his tie irritably, loosening it. He had been sorely tempted to reach across the table and strangle England. If he had to listen to him be all smug and imperious for another minute this afternoon, he might actually throttle him. He wondered how Canada could just sit there!
He was surprised when an arm reached out and grabbed him, dragging him to a nearby vacant room. He didn’t even have time to react before Canada pressed a hot mouth to his. America kissed him back, any thoughts of the other temporarily forgotten.
“And everyone thinks I’m the pushy one.” he said, grinning at Canada.
“You are the difficult one! Because of your arguments about where I end and you begin, England is all up in arms about me talking to you.”
“Then why are you still talking to me?” America asked pulling Canada into another kiss. They didn’t speak again as their youthful bodies moved against each other, their need to be close as strong as ever.
*****
Lie
But there’s a place we could find where the pain is useless
And we’ll forever be the young
America felt like he couldn’t remember a time when his stomach wasn’t empty and his throat was anything but dry. Everything had been going great, but then the crops withered and the stock market had crashed. He was lying on the floor of his house, staring blankly at the ceiling. Canada lay somewhere in the vicinity of his head, his body stretched out in the other direction, their foreheads almost touching.
America listened to his neighbor’s breathing, wondering if his own was as ragged.
“Still alive, Mattie?”
“Still alive, Al?”
America chuckled, earning a laugh from the northern nation. “Do you think this will ever end?”
“It has to, the others have survived worse than this.”
“Mmmm.” America pressed their foreheads together, it burned as Canada’s own fever added to his own. “Hopefully it’ll be over while we are still young.”
Canada laughed and they lay there until they had to get up to scrounge something to eat.
*****
Passion
...After all this waiting for the sky to fall
I need this to be real
Please let it be real
No one knew about them, it was their little secret. There relationship shown publicly in little ways, an open trade agreement here, an undefended border there. When no one was looking perhaps a heated glance.
It was only when they were alone that they could show their true affection for each other. In private they could touch and taste. Passion ruled between them.
Sometimes America felt like a character in one of Shakespeare’s plays that England had forced him to read when he was younger. He would lay there staring at the ceiling, Canada’s head pillowed on his chest, I am afeared that being in night, that this is all a dream.
For when there were others around there were no soft touches, no lingering kisses... just cold indifference.
*****
Sun
Where I was broken, I am healed
I learned to fight, I learned to feel
It was an odd place for them to meet, an open field filled with sunlight and bright flowers. America was closely examining a yellow flower that he didn’t recognize at first. He looked up when he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t get up but sat there smiling brightly at Canada as he approached.
Canada sat down beside him leaning on him slightly, placing his head on America’s shoulder. They sat that way in silence, a soft breeze blowing across them filling the air with the scent of hundreds of flowers.
“Why did you want me to meet you here, Al?”
“I like it here, I feel more whole than in the city. Cities are about fragments and diversity, nature is about being whole.”
Canada smiled, “Who taught you that one?”
“John Muir.”
“He is a wise man.”
America nodded, reaching down to stroke one of the bright blossoms that he loved, just as dearly as any person within his land. “This place is protected under an agency just for it, the first in the world.”
“Yellowstone and the other national parks are beautiful, Al.”
“They are healing.”
Canada closed his eyes, and leaned into him, “Yes they are.”
*****
Telephone
...I can’t believe my eyes
You are still here next to me
All I need, you’re all I see
In this life we hoped to find
It had started with a simple call, a single word. His name, spoken softly. With that one word America knew everything, he was heading out the door to Canada’s house within minutes. He arrived in anticipation, his own body already burning with need. The hours had seemed like days.
He knocked on the door and it opened quickly. One look into his neighbor’s lust clouded eyes and he was lost, drowning in the feel of closeness, in the feeling of skin on skin. The smell and taste of Canada was all his brain could process.
After, they lay in each other’s arms, bodies still pressed together.
“Damn, you need to call me more often.” said America, feeling Canada nod against his chest.
“It’s a major ego boost knowing I can get the superpower in my bed with little more than a word and a glance.”
“Smugness doesn’t become you Mattie. Don’t get a big head.” he could feel Canada shaking with laughter, “Not what I meant you pervert!”
“I blame France, is it England’s fault that you are such a prude?”
“Hey!”
“Just kidding.” Canada shifted up slightly placing a kiss on America. America kissed him back, enjoying the gentle touch as much as rough ones.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”