1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like: Hetalia.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Okay, confession time...I kind of broke rule 3 once or twice...or a few times...I tried not to but sometimes I saw something phrased so badly I just HAD to fix it. I fail at this prompt.

1) Falling by Iration

Alfred loved concerts. They were loud, chaotic, and exciting and the American simply couldn't get enough of them.

Alfred screamed along with the crowd, waving his arms in the air in time with the beat. He was so caught up in the music, however, that he paid no attention to where he was flinging his arms.

"What the bloody hell, git?" Alfred stopped throwing his arms about and turned towards the (obviously British) voice. A teenager that looked to be about his age stared straight back at him, annoyed scowl on his face. "Aren't you going to apologize for hitting me in the face, wanker?" the british boy asked angrily.

Alfred didn't answer; he was too busy staring at the boy. He wasn't sure where to look: the boy's very, very tight black jeans, the ripped shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, the purple tipped hair, the enormous eyebrows, or the beautiful, amazing, wonderful green eyes.

Oh yes, Alfred really loved concerts.

2) Anthems For a Seventeen Year Old Girl by Broken Social Scene

Hungary hated spring cleaning. She knew that as a girl she was expected to be good at things like that. And she was getting better these days at household chores. Why, she was almost a respectable wife. No longer was her head filled with thoughts of battles and hunts and….oh, who was she kidding? Hungary would love nothing more than to ditch her broom and apron and hightail it into the woods.

Hungary sighed. She was never going to be a good wife for Austria if she kept thinking like this. With a determined nod, she pushed up her dress's sleeves and looked determinedly at the mess before her, ready to begin sorting through it.

After only a few minutes, she came across a small pink flower. She stared at it, confused. The flower was obviously meant to be worn in the hair as a hair piece and Hungary was quite sure she had never owned anything like this.

And suddenly, memories of a young boy in armor - red eyes filled with laugher and white hair blowing in the wind - filled her mind. Scattered, fragmented memories of that young boy giving her the gift she now held in her hands for a reason he would never explain no matter how much she asked.

Tears pricked at her eyes but Hungary stubbornly ignored them.

Well, it would do no good for her to place this back in the pile, she decided. After all, she was trying to clean the room up…..and she was trying to be more womanly. What would it hurt to start wearing the flower in her hair?

Hopefully Prussia wouldn't remember it.

3) The Way We Talk (Back Ted Ned Remix) by The Maine

America stared in surprise, mouth hanging open and blue eyes wide. Those eyes followed England - England, his ex-caretaker for Pete's sake! - closely, almost like a magnet, as the older nation walked across the room. But no, he wasn't walking. There wasn't that much…hip swaying…and…and sashaying involved in walking.

Walking wasn't that sexy.

And oh…dear god, he wasn't actually thinking of England as sexy, was he? Dear God help him, he must be loosing his mind. Maybe the other nations were right about the damage of eating all those hamburgers…

But oh…oh my god…was England licking his lips? Surely America was just imagining that…right? And oh, surely America was just imagining how seeing that made his head spin and his pulse quicken...and his pants feel a bit tighter.

England continued to walk towards him - no, not walk…sashay - seemingly oblivious of America's state as he did so and America felt blood rush to his face. Oh dear god, the skinny jeans weren't helping with America's self control.

That was it; America was never going with England to a punk concert again. He wasn't sure he could control himself next time.

4) The Real Me by Natalie Grant

America found it harder and harder to smile with each new day. He knew the symptoms. Knew what it was called. And yet, he found excuse after excuse not to do something about it. He was a nation, dammit. He was a hero.

And heroes didn't take depression pills.

No matter how badly they needed them.

It wasn't long before he found himself spacing out in meetings, focusing more on the open window that the speaker. Calculating the distance to the ground and how much it would fucking hurt rather than listening to Germany's talk of economy or France's fashion tips.

Oh god, he needed help.

And finally, as he was preparing to leave after yet another pointless meeting, help came.

"America, wait." A hand caught his arm, pulling him back. He turned to look England in the eyes.

"Hey, Iggy, what up?" he asked cheerfully, large smile stretched across his face - so, so sugary sweet and fake…it was almost making him sick.

England stared him down, green eyes narrowing. "I know you're not okay, America." He smiled - small and hesitant, but a smile nonetheless . "You want to tell me about it?"

5) All the Right Moves by OneRepublic

The wine tasted like shit, France decided.

And even so, he couldn't seem to stop drinking it. Before he knew it, he was placing yet another empty bottle down beside him in the trench.

"Those are supposed to be rations, you bloody frog. Not a personal stash." France turned his head slightly, pushing his helmet back up when it slid over his eyes, and smiled at England.

He knew he could accuse England of hypocrisy, of doing the exact same thing with his division's whiskey, but he decided not to comment. Why start a fight with an ally when they were already in the middle of a war?

So he merely laughed, turning his head back towards the horizon, wondering if maybe he could squint hard enough and see the German troops somewhere out there in the distance.

6) Poker Face Cover by Blowsight

He was a master of poker. The others would scoff, laugh. America? Managing to keep a poker face? And yet, here he was, stripping Russia of more and more chips.

He had to wonder what would happen when the game ended. When they were done with pet names and sweet nothings and friendliness and back to guns and violence and death threats. But the game never really did end between them. Even when their hands were free of cards, even when there were no chips for them to bet, they were always locked in a game, weren't they?

But that was quite alright with him. America always did love games. And he knew Russia loved games too.

The blond laughed - it was almost deranged sounding in a way; was this what being around Russia did to him? How very interesting - and laid down another hand. "Full house," he said proudly, savoring the frustrated look the larger nation gave him.

Russia frowned, watching as America scooped up the pile of chips, adding them to his rapidly growing pile. "Perhaps we will have to play Russian Roulette next, love. Da?" That grin was more sadistic than loving and America grinned, knowing his was the exact same. "Sure thing, darling."

After all, America did love games.

7) 3 (one, two, three) by Britney Spears

England did not like this. He did not like this at all.

"I love you." The island nation shivered involuntarily as the other nation's breath tickled his ear. Hands roamed along his back and he wanted terribly to resist. Those hands, however, were making it very hard to think straight.

"Je t'aime, L'Angleterre." The whisper was followed by a kiss upon his collarbone, teeth slightly grazing his skin, and Arthur let out a moan before he could help it.

"But I love you more," the first voice argued, sounding angry. The hands roamed lower and Arthur hurried to push them away.

"S-stop that," he growled, face red.

"See, Amerique, he likes me more," the second voice said triumphantly, and arms tightened around his waist, pulling him closer towards the speaker. Kisses were placed along his neck and he swatted the face away, cursing.

"No, you bloody frog! I never said that!" He pushed away from his attacker, standing far away from the other two in the room.

The two blondes watched him closely. "So who do you like more?" America asked, staring him down.

"We expect an answer this time," France added, narrowing his eyes.

England did not like this. He did not like this at all.

8) The Scientist by Coldplay

Sometimes, America really hated July 4. Sure the food was amazing, the fireworks were spectacular, and he loved that the other nations felt obligated to give him presents. That was great, that was awesome. And the party that followed was always a blast.

And yet, America could not keep his eyes from roaming the crowd each and every year, searching desperately for a familiar face he knew would not be there.

And each and every year, he would resign himself to the fact that no, the man was not coming, and attempted to smile through the rest of his party. (No matter how much he felt like crying. Because he would never cry in front of people. He was a hero after all, and heroes just didn't burst into tears at their own birthday parties.)

Every year, he would wander towards the phone - usually after a few drinks and with cloudy, uncertain thoughts - and would dial that familiar number. He would let it ring, listening until the voicemail came on, telling him that the other nation was probably much too drunk at the moment to even hear the phone.

And America would always place to phone back down without saying a word.

9) Jealousy by Darren Criss

It was not awesome to be jealous.

And considering Prussia was very awesome indeed, it stood to reason that no, he was not jealous. Not at all. Nope. Uh-uh.

Didn't matter that his hands were clenched so tight he could feel the nails breaking skin, or his teeth were grinding so hard his jaw was starting to hurt. Didn't matter that his insides were twisting horribly uncomfortably or he was seeing red.

Nope, uh-uh. Definitely didn't mean he was jealous.

Especially since he definitely had nothing to be jealous over.

Because being jealous was for sissies in love. And that definitely wasn't Prussia. It would be crazy to say he was in love.

Even if…well, even if the kid was the cutest thing ever and even if every time those lavender eyes turned his way he felt like his stomach was in a whirlwind….or even if when the kid smiled at him Prussia's mind turned to goo.

Nope, he wasn't in love.

The kid just had a nice smile...a very nice smile.

Damn, that kid had a nice smile.

And so Prussia could feel happy and nervous and high and excited when he saw that smile…because it was just the smile…that awesome smile…

Where was he again?

Oh yeah. He definitely wasn't in love with Matthew.

And so he definitely wasn't jealous of that stupid bear that Mattie kept hugging.

That would be ridiculous.

10) Everything I Ask For by The Maine

"Umm…what are you wearing?" Arthur decided he really didn't want to answer that. So, ignoring America, he kept walking.

Was it just him or was the sidewalk shaking?

Damn…it was hard to walk in heels.

"Umm…maybe you didn't hear me…what the hell are you wearing?" America hurried to keep up with the furious Brit. Or really, he didn't have to hurry all that much. Arthur really wasn't moving too quickly in those red stilettos…or that red, skin-tight cocktail dress.

And wow…dress or no…Arthur sure looked good in red.

Explanation

2) Somehow I got it into my head canon that Prussia gave Hungary the flower she wears in her hair. Yes, I know it represents part of her country like Alfred's cowlick and glasses. But it's cuter this way.

4) Considering things aren't all fine and dandy in the U.S right now, I think it's possible Alfred woudl be a little depressed.

5) WWII. Probably before America showed up.

10) No, I don't know why England was in a red cocktail dress and stilettos, but my guess is it had something to do with France.