A small break from all the crack I've writtenlol
In a seedy karaoke bar
By the banks of the mighty Bosphorus
Is a Japanese man in a business suit singing 'Smoke Gets in Your Eyes'
And the muscular cyborg German dudes dance with sexy French Canadians
While the overweight Americans wear their patriotic jumpsuits
When I first heard this song, I was mellow. And came across this line and laughed my freaking head off but I wanted to do an actual drabble or something with it, so I stuck it on repeat... and got in this real cool low mood... and sort of thought of a place where you could be a completely different person. Hope you like~!
Song: "Wheels"
Band: "CAKE"
(You should listen while you read! )
Hetalia isn't mine, neither is "Wheels"
It was a place to act unlike themselves- a haze of nothing but bodies, booze and smoke. One could come here and not leave for hours, completely lost to everyone, sometimes lost to themselves.
But sometimes it was good to be lost in one's self. It usually turned about a different side of someone... and interesting results would follow. Of course, no one remembered their personality-challenging time spent with one another, so these dark moments were suppressed far in the back of their minds forever more.
Japan, "Kiku" was here tonight, singing tunes into the mike. He moved very slowly, with the music, and caressed his mike as if a lover, hovering his lips mere inches from the cool metal. He sang his pain, his isolation, into that mike as if no one else could hear him.
Wheels Keep on Spinning Round, Spinning round, Spinning round...
Canada and Germany, also both 'lost' to themselves for the time being, danced together. Neither the German nor the Canadian recognized one another, or had even exchanged words before they shrank the distance between themselves.
Ludwig, perhaps not able to lose himself completely, moved close, but stiffly as he danced with the other. This wasn't Italy, but then again, to himself right now, he wasn't Germany. He was just someone moving to the music. the wars, the trouble, they didn't exist here.
Matthew was the exact opposite, his deep french roots wafting to the surface. He gathered his arms about the German's neck and half danced- half hung from the other. He murmured meaningless french words, eyes half lidded. He craved the contact like no other.
Wheels Keep on Spinning Round, Spinning round and round...
Who actually went unnoticed this time was the very lethargic American in the corner. Alfred watched, but really didn't see, didn't comprehend. Japan wasn't singing, A Nazi wasn't dancing with his own Brother. Things were just... happening and...Alfred was fine with staying right where he was... just watching.
Kiku couldn't help but continue to sing.
"Why you... say you... are not in love with me?"
"Why you... say you... are not in love with me?"
"Why you... say you... are not in love with me?"
"Why you... say you... are not in love with me?"
Word Count - (555)