Alrightly... This is my newest fanfiction and its also my first Hetalia FF. Im kinda proud of this one because its seriously the first story of any sort that I've actually written on paper, typed up, then published in the same afternoon. Normally, stuff like this ends up on paper and never makes it to the typing stage. Also, I just wanna say that if anybody finds anything hear offensive... i dont really wanna hear about it.

All pairs were randomly selected unknowingly by my husband and my sister-in-law. In case anybody wants to use this method; just have two people randomly select ten numbers between 1 and 187. Then, simply go to wikipedia and search HDI or Human Development Index. Each number corresponds to a countrys rank on the list. Then the pairs are formed by taking the two list and using the pairs as they go down the list.

Diclaimer: *waves one of Italia's white flags* I own nothing so please dont hurt me...

Fict-Drab #1

Song: Mine

Artist: Taylor Swift

Pairing: Netherlands/ Norway

Breaking up sucked and that was something that Halle was all too familiar with; though she really felt like her new boyfriend was the right stuff for her. Her parents had always been strict and she had always been so careful until Joren appeared in her life. With that messy hair and the perpetual cigarette that never seemed to go out, he was every parents worst nightmare which seemed to make him Halle's dream. They'd been together for a while now, and even though they both swore to not end up like her parents; they both knew that anything could happen. With a glance at the picture of them on the dresser, she sighed and supposed that maybe Joren was the best thing to have ever happen to her.

Fict-Drab #2

Song: Kids In America

Artist: No Secrets

Pairing: Australia/ Ireland

Freedom was so excruciatingly close and with every step, they could almost taste it. Steven had been dragged to the Big Apple by his older brother, Arthur, and after much insisting, had managed to coerce his best friend Addison to join them. So, while Arthur met with his cousin and his cousins boss, Steven and Addison were free to run the city until 11pm. They had each been given money and a simple warning of "Don't Get Into Trouble." Though as they dashed through the office building doors and onto the sidewalk, trouble seemed to be as near as it would be any normal pair of teenage boys.

Fict-Drab #3

Song: Things That Never Cross A Man's Mind

Artist: Kellie Pickler

Pairing: Ireland/ Hong Kong

Somehow she wasn't surprised that his apartment was an absolute mess. Papers strew every which way and the carpet was covered in junk. Of course, really, she hadn't expected less because being neat was something that just didn't seem to cross men's minds. Though he was the biological son of his one father, neither of his fathers were very good at keeping things clean.

Fict-Drab #4

Song: Born This Way

Artist: Lady Gaga

Pairing: Liechtenstein/ Spain

Small, yes, though she was far from being independent. Although most other nations saw her as a child and maybe that's why she was with Antonio. Maybe that's why she was with the seemingly childish Spanish nation at the hottest dance club in Spain wearing something her bruder would shoot her for even thinking about wearing. Nations they were born to be and there was no point in hiding from it. Besides it didn't matter what they did, nations couldn't reproduce unless one of the parent nations were dieing and that didn't happen very often. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love and so had he. As far as nations went, this wouldn't last but love is always rooted deeper than anything else.

Fict-Drab #5

Song: Concrete Angel

Artist: Martina McBride

Pairing: Sweden/ Czech Republic

Another miserable day at school and now night was approaching. She laid the letter, in its sealed envelope, on the desk atop the stack of journals and diaries she had written throughout her life. Slowly, she walked to her bed and sat down. The table besides the bed was filled with glasses, all filled with liquids. Quietly, while she silently cried, she drank all twelve glasses. As she finished the last glass she was already feeling light headed. For the last time she whispered I love you to the empty space and after a few minutes, she took a last ragged breath and died. The police found the letter and it simply read:

To All.

Good bye and good luck.

Gavrielle

p.s. would someone please tell Brewald, the Swedish exchange student that my answer was yes.

Wootness… this is my newest fan fiction. So you'll notice that Ireland came up twice and that the first time it's a boy but the second time it's a girl. Simple answer to this is that because Himaruya-sensei has not actually named Ireland, I felt free to do both genders. Alas, please review if you read because review are what really make the world go round. Also, I like requests. Just PM or review me with two numbers between 1 and 187.