Author's Note: I decided to kick myself in the butt and write something, even if it isn't a full fic like I prefer to do. The following pairings are all het/crack couples, so be warned! All the music is on youtube. Enjoy :)

Oh! And this also happens to be my first Hetalia fanfiction.

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1. Sonic Heroes Music: System Screen Select

Iceland/Seychelles

I had too much spare time on my hands. I needed to move around. I'd enclosed myself in my warm hotel room, because, well... it was the warmest place in this Icelandic town that I could find. The air was frigid beyond belief outside, and my fingers curled into the warmth of their palms at the memory.

But I had to move, had to simply dance.

So that evening, I lifted myself from under the covers and went out to a local bar. The scene around me was shocking. The Nordic nations had gathered around for something of a gala-party, and the nation himself led the others into the first dance of the evening.

From the head of the five he looked up at me, his masked face betraying his fervor. Iceland, so cold and so hot. You fascinate me.

2. Stephanie Mills: Never Knew Love Like This Before

Denmark/Taiwan

My eyes opened again, staring into the blackness of my room. His hair was splayed out on the pillow beside me, the scent kissing me on the nose with its familiarity. I blinked, imagining Japan's midnight hair by my side. I felt slightly empty, then. His love was never everpresent. He would be gone by morning, I knew it and he.

But my heart hadn't been lonely since. The Scandinavian man's arms locked me into his chest from behind, that crystal breath of his soaking my ears and neck.

He was here, and I could, never, ever forget. It was still all so foreign.

3. Janet Jackson: Slolove

Finland/Belarus

He never wasted any time. He was at leisure in my dreams, arms around me, eyes locked on my eyes, big, violet and warm. He was my therapy, standing still and letting himself be enveloped by my affection. Where did I go? I was still me. I loved knives, I loved throwing knives. Hangers too. I didn't stand still though. I moved, I changed, I melted, I molded.

I watched him type away at his computer, almost obsessive as he groaned at whatever was on the screen.

He looks up, sees me, smiles. My Finland, please rest.

4. Eve ft. Gwen Stefani: Let Me Blow Ya Mind

Norway/Belgium

Across the street, that's where he was that night. I couldn't stop my stare, it crawled from me and locked onto him. Is this what they call swagger? Oh look... I'm blushing now...

He reminded me of my older brother Netherlands. He was shorter, and with a smart and almost pretty sort of structure. He did something odd when he met my embarrassed gaze; opened and closed his mouth, teeth clicking together. I cocked my head, and he laughed, stopping where he stood. A car passed between us.

He crossed, passing me with a smooth smirk.

5. Corinne Bailey Rae: Butterfly

Sweden/Monaco

He was always a part of my memories. There was always a little chunk in the corner for him. Always. As I learned more about international affairs from the distance I was put from them by my dear older brother France, his name kept coming up. Maybe only once or twice. But in caps-lock.

Sweden, Sweden. The silent one, the Viking. The one whose mind hums high and unremitting, whose voice rumbles low and smooth. On those few occasions when I heard it. A portion of me ached to know him. Not the tiny and loud part he had in my memories. The whole thing.

I sighed. I stared out my window.