AmeCan Ice Creamery (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: Since I know I have followers who do like AmeCan and those who don't, I've decided that the best solution is to make a new drabble archive to hold all my specifically shippy stuff. AmeCan, Canadacest, and Americacest all included in here.

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: 2pAme2pNyoAme, 2pAme2pCan, 2pAme2pNyoCan, various AUs

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"Oh Tooooommy!"

The man in question exhaled slowly before turning his head to reply. "Yes, Abigail?"

The woman in question was beaming widely as she walked up. "Could you do me a teensy favor maybe? If you aren't busy, of course."

Tommy resisted the urge to glower at her, knowing she was egging him on for entertainment. Instead he raised a brow, waving a hand vaguely at the paperwork he'd been reading through for her, on her instructions less than an hour ago. "I'm not doing anything special. Those ones on the left need your reply, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get to those later," Abigail waved off herself, sitting herself on the side of the desk. "So there's this new place just down the street a few blocks that's supposed to be pretty good, but I don't have the time to go all the way there and get myself and the others something, so could you maybe go and get some lunch there for us?"

Like he could actually refuse. He sighed and asked, "Which place, and how many?"

"Oh, it's a dim sum place, can't remember the name, but you can't miss it. Also, try to get enough for maybe around twelve or so people? Oh, and make sure none of it has peanut, Emily's gonna be by."

Tommy pushed himself up from his chair, wondering what sort of party was being thrown together on a whim this time, before deciding that asking would only invite extra tasks. "Anything else you want me to pick up on the way back?"

"Oh, some of those chocolates from that cute little bakery, if you could. You are such a dear!" She pushed herself to her feet, giving him a wink before she left as swiftly as she appeared.

Tommy finally gave in to the desire to groan, grabbing his jacket before making his way out of his office and down the hall. Working for Abigail was an experience he wouldn't wish on most people, and sometimes he really, really regretted not just accepting the transfer over to his friend's business back when it'd first been offered.

Even if the pay would have been less for a while, at least Alex wouldn't have made his week painful enough to encourage an early Friday checkout. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have left the coffee shop run by the overly chipper blond just to run into the woman whose dress was worth more than his former annual salary.

But then again, maybe Abigail Sutters, walkway queen and fashion star, would have managed to latch her claws into him anyways.

(At the least, she didn't make him get her coffee.)

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If any of the other soldiers had bothered to do more than glance in their direction, they probably would have thought the two men were taking advantage of the lull in combat to get in some shut-eye. The darker haired man kept watch, a cigarette between his fingers as he blew wispy smoke clouds into the evening air.

His blond companion, eyes closed and body slumped against the wall, was as grimy as the first man, and seemed completely oblivious to the shouts of people and gunfire that started up occasional, though they trailed off as the sun sank further towards the horizon. If one were to get close enough to actually look at him, they would quickly realize he was putting good to the phrase 'sleep like the dead'.

Tommy wasn't too bothered by his neighbor's current condition, having had to haul him out in such a state several times since this war had started. It wasn't glamorous to be on bodysitting duty while the Canadian's body mended itself, but it gave him an excuse to smoke without the other man complaining when he woke up.

One of the only upsides to having been out here fighting for close on to nine months was that they were soon due to be brought back home to rest and recuperate properly. A real bath and food was sounding amazing at this point, not to mention the chance to sleep for a week straight in his own bed was probably going to be one of his first priorities after the first two conditions were met.

The only potential downside would be Alex deciding he couldn't be bothered to do the same at his own house, instead imposing on the American for however long it took to convince him to get his ass back north.

A shuddering breath drew his attention from his thoughts, the man next to him scowling as his eyes forced themselves open slowly. Without missing a beat Tommy grabbed his water canteen, passing it over to Alex; the blond grabbed it wordlessly and pulled the cap off, draining a good third of the container before recapping it and handing it back.

"Shit, that Italian's a good shot," The Canadian groaned, closing his eyes again as he pushed himself away from the wall with a grimace. "Didn't even see him."

"There's a reason Europe tiptoes around him, ya know," Tommy replied casually, offering over the cigarette.

Alex made a face, but grabbed the cigarette and took a drag, shoulders relaxing minutely as he exhaled smoke. "Tastes like shit. Can't believe you still smoke these."

"Eh, they're cheap, and they taste better than death does."

The Canadian snorted but didn't disagree, taking another drag before handing the cigarette back.

The sunset from their resting spot was gorgeous. Neither felt the need to ruin the mood with idle chatter.

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Tommy had just finished going through his when he finally noticed the person ducked down in the back of the theater. They didn't look like any of the usual friends or family who sometimes dropped in at the end of the session to pick someone up, and in fact they didn't seem to be doing much waiting at all.

"Hey, any of you know that gal back there?" He called back to the others while they were taking a break between goes, drawing a few of the girls who'd been kicking back on one of the props.

"Nope, don't know 'em," Bella replied after a moment, glancing over to her friend.

"I think she was in one of my art classes last semester," Sue replied hesitantly, briefly biting her lip. "She didn't really speak up much, so I don't know her all that well. I think her name's Maria?"

"Wait, you mean the daughter of the Advanced French courses, right? Marie?" The first girl replied, frowning thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think I remembered you mentioning her - didn't think she was much for dancing, though."

"Huh," Tommy replied idly to the banter, eyes still on the young woman sitting on her own. "I'm gonna go chat her up a bit, then."

"Just don't try and scare her off too quickly," Bella snorted, turning back with Sue to rejoin the group preparing for the last part of practice for the day.

"Yeah, fuck you too," He replied easily, carefully hopping off the stage before making his way up the steps to where the mysterious Marie was engrossed in… a sketchbook. Huh.

Well, she still hadn't noticed him despite the fact that he hadn't tried to hide his approach, so he did the first thing that popped into mind. "Hey, spyin' on anyone in particular or just browsing the goods?"

She jumped in her seat, gaze flickering to him as she flushed in embarrassment. "Jesus christ, warn me next time, will ya?"

Tommy just raised a brow, leaning against the seat across the aisle from her.

She sighed and shook her head, closing her sketchbook. "It started raining, and this was the closest place to wait it out since it's an hour between classes. Saw what you guys were doing, and figured it wouldn't hurt to get in some life sketching. 'S more interesting than squirrels and birds, anyways."

"Gee, thanks," He replied dryly. "But there's no issue with people watching, since folks have family and stuff who like to drop in. Just no video or cameras, since we wanna keep most of the stuff under wraps for a bit longer."

Marie snorted in reply. "Like I have anyone to share with, but sure, I'll remember that. What's your name?"

"Tommy Smith."

"Ah. You dance good."

He blinked, having not expected that. "Ah, thanks?"

"I'm Marie Delacroix, by the way," She introduced herself as she stuck her book into her bag, standing up. "I need to get going, but maybe I'll catch you around."

"Yeah, sure."

He couldn't help but wonder whether she would be back, and found himself looking forward to it.

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AN: Yeah, a few short 2pAme / 2p partner drabbles cause I don't wanna post things this short on their own and I had all three in a row, so, like, sort of theme! Slowly but surely I'm working through my backlog of things to write, and one day I'll even be able to close this without feeling so guilty about it!