Bunnies For Your Amusement (Hetalia)

Author: Ashynarr

Summary: A bunch of cute and/or serious story ideas featuring my favorite Hetalia bros – America and Canada! May or may not be pairings depending on story. I guarantee all of these are, if not unique ideas, unique takes on ideas, so come check them out!

Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.

Warning: Random Shit, Bros Being Bros, HP xover, Yes this is the rewrite idea for ATP

Bunny: The Great Escape

~Normally Arthur wouldn't worry so much about one of his citizens, but considering the boy had just survived a point blank guaranteed death curse and had likely caught Death's interest because of that, he felt it more than a bit prudent to get him to safety.

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"Alfred, I need your help."

The American personification raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat. "I figured that when you asked for me to haul my ass over here last night. What's going on?"

Arthur took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before replying. "You recall the… terrorist that has been plaguing my people recently, yes?"

"Yeah, I've been kept up to date on that guy though my own people," Alfred confirmed, gaze narrowing slightly. "This doesn't have anything to do with why certain tagged people in my country suddenly freaked out and went to ground, does it?"

"As of seven fifty three pm on October thirty first, the Dark Lord has been indefinitely incapacitated."

Alfred's eyebrows shot up. "He's dead? How?"

"As to the how, I have no clue. The only clues left are the ragged robes he left behind when his spell rebounded on him and the boy he tried to kill, none of which add up to anything I can consider normal."

Arthur closed his eyes and sighed again, opening them to pierce his younger brother with a seriousness that Alfred hadn't seen since the last major war they'd been in together. "One, there wasn't a body when I got there, which likely means he found some way to survive, if barely. Considering he left his robes behind and I can't get even the vaguest sense of him, I'm not fond of what those might be."

"Dark magic is fucked up," Alfred agreed quietly, leaning forward again in response to his brother's concerns.

"Two, the spell that was reflected was the Killing Curse."

"The Killing Curse can't be reflected," The American shot back out of instinct. "Only blocked or dodged; my people have been trying for decades to find a counter-"

"Tell that to the diagnostic spells I ran there and the boy who was still alive and sobbing to tell about it," The English Nation snapped. "I know the stench of that spell far too well, and I doubt a one year old boy has the capacity to throw it around on his own."

"...jesus christ…" Alfred replied weakly after a moment's thought. "And you're saying this kid managed to just blast it right back, no harm done?"

"I wouldn't say none; he's still got some dark residue on him from the backlash, but I couldn't get any sort of reading on it before others started showing up and I had to leave."

Alfred shook his head. "So his mom found something that worked - guessing she's dead, right?"

"Both his parents are; he's a full out orphan, no family on either side whatsoever who isn't dead or in prison for life. And with the number of people who aren't going to be happy with what happened…"

"...he's in danger. But what about that school of yours - Hogwarts?"

"Do you think the staff there can look after a child full time while also dealing with the hundreds of students they care for every year? All it'd take is one student sneaking in at the right time and the boy would be dead."

The American Nation frowned. "Wouldn't the same thing that kept him safe from the Dark Lord guy keep him safe from that stuff too?"

"I don't know," Arthur admitted. "And normally I wouldn't worry too much, but I have a feeling there's far more to this than I'd like."

"More so than two cases of people not dying when they should have?"

"I'm fairly certain Death is interested in the boy."

"...Death."

"He'd left before I arrived, but it's hard to miss his presence."

"...Death was there. And is interested in this kid."

"It isn't every day two people avoid dying when they should."

Alfred fell back in his seat again, eyes wide. "Holy shit, this is serious isn't it."

"So you understand why I need help getting the boy out of my country for a few years."

The American leveled a disbelieving look at his onetime mentor. "You want me to smuggle a magical kid Death itself is interested in out from under the noses of some of the most paranoid and powerful people in your country and then hide him for - how long?"

"Ten years. Possibly more. I have no doubt trouble's going to follow him no matter where he goes, but at least I can get him away from the most obvious dangers immediately while I try to figure out what Riddle managed to do to himself to survive."

"I'm assuming you have some sort of plan already?" Alfred asked rhetorically, starting to understand just where his own brand of stupid plans might have come from.

"There is still one friend of the Potters unattached to the country who can take him," Arthur moved a folder over to the younger Nation. "Remus Lupin. Normally there'd be no issue with a family friend taking in the Potter child, but-"

"Werewolves can't adopt in your country, but in mine they can. But how're you gonna get him to agree?"

The English Nation smiled - it wasn't very friendly. "Just leave that to me - as long as you're ready to meet your twin at the border to take him in, make sure he finds a place and gets settled, then keep an eye out for potential dangers."

"I won't have time for all that," Alfred warned.

"Get him an apartment near one of yours," Arthur replied. "I imagine New York would be large enough that it'd be easy for anyone pursuing them to lose track easily."

The American grimaced. "I don't like this - my magical government isn't gonna be happy with us causing them political trouble with yours, and a lot can go wrong. Not to mention this sounds a lot like kidnapping since Lupin doesn't have a legal claim yet."

"If anyone has the stupid luck to make it all happen anyways, it would probably be you, though."

Alfred snorted in amusement. "Gee, thanks. You'll keep me updated on your research, right?"

"Of course. And… thank you in advance for this."

"No prob."

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AN: I'm still out of bunny ideas tbh, but this has been sitting in my ideas doc for a while and it's technically a different enough plot that I can throw it up here without feeling too bad about it. This is, in fact, the Across The Pond rewrite I've been thinking about, though there's a LOT of obvious changes which make it pretty much its own thing aside from the few similarities – aka Alfred (and possibly his states and Matthew) will end up keeping an eye on Remus and Harry while they're hiding.

Partially, the change is because there really ISN'T a good reason for Nations to raise a human, no matter the circumstances, and Remus needs more chances to prove his worth as an uncle / pseudo father figure. This fic really wouldn't be going into the Hogwarts era anyways – it'd just be the trials of actually getting Remus to go along with this then actually get them out of the country, followed by a LOT of covering his trail so the Ministry and whoever else can't track them down.

(There's a reason I picked New York after all...)

(PS. I still regret the stupidity of my younger self for trying to shove AmeCan into an otherwise good idea from before. Why the hell did I ever thing throwing in a ship 'for the luls' was a good idea?)