Rules
1) Choose a fandom, pairing or character you love.
2) Turn on a playlist and turn on shuffle
3) Start typing when the song starts, finish when the song finishes
4) Do this 10 times
N.B. Most of my songs are Homestuck songs, so the songs may end up something like Behind Blue Eyes - Broadway Vriska or something, however, I will try to put the song the parody was based off as well, if I know it.
1/10 Be a Fanboy - Karkat (Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious)
Arthur cussed as he stubbed his toe on the chair leg. He had been setting the table ready for Francis and himself to eat. "Mon armour? Are you okay?" Francis looked over to the Brit. "I'm fine, frog." He growled at his lover as he continued to lay out the placemats and the cutlery. "Are you sure, la mutton noir de l'Europe?" Francis was now behind him and was wrapping his arms around the others waist.
2/10 Troll Romance - Broadway Karkat (Sorry, don't know the original)
Arthur looked at his lover, who way straddling his waist. He knew what he wanted. He knew what Francis wanted of him. "Mon armour?" The Frenchman looked down into those emerald green eyes. "What do you want?" Arthur murmured, knowing the answer. "You know what I want. I can see it in your eyes." The Frenchman smirked. Arthur blushed lightly. "Fine. I know what you want." Arthur sighed. "And...?" Francis looked at him pleadingly. "Yes." Arthur consented. The Frenchman lent down, kissing the Brit passionately. He quickly pressed his tongue against the Brit's lips, who gasped, letting his lips open slightly.
3/10 Schrei Nach Leibe - Die Arzte (Sorry, I can't do German accents. I have an English laptop.)
Arthur growled as he saw the flamboyant man. He hated the sight of him. Just looking at him was enough to make his blood boil, only there was something else. Something he really didn't want to feel for the Frenchman. "Oh, great. The bloody frog." Arthur scowled as the blue eyed man walked over to him. "La mutton noir de l'Europe. What do you want?" Arthur growled. He wasn't the one who had went over to the Frenchman. It had been the other way around. "You were the one who came over to me." Francis smirked. "I told you. I know when you want moi. And you want me right know." Arthur growled. "Asshole." He started walking away, only to be stopped be the Frenchman grabbing his hand. He growled, choosing to ignore the burning in his cheeks. "What the fuck are you doing?" Francis smirked.
4/10 Karkahontas - Broadway Karkat (Colours of the wind)
The small boy looked at the preteen kneeling next to him. He had something in his hand "What's that?" He asked, not really wanting to know. "Angleterre, you know what this is." The blue eyed Frenchboy smiled at him. "I really bloody don't!" Francis chuckled innocently before opening out the small dress. Well, if you could even call it a dress. It looked very...tarditional and...well...native. "What? What the bloody hell is that?"
"Come on, Angleterre! I went to the trouble to buy it for you! Wear it, s'il vous plait."
"No."
"S'il vous plait."
"Fine." England sighed before getting tackled by the Frenchboy.
5/10 Ave Maryam - Broadway Karkat (Ave Maria - Lady Gaga)
Arthur looked around. Where was he? Where was Francis? The room was dark. What had happened? He couldn't feel anything. He looked down at his hands. He didn't move. What had happened to him? Why wasn't his body doing what he told it to do? He tried running. He couldn't. In the distance, he saw a light. He was drawn towards it. Did this mean? No. He had to go back to Francis. He needed to.
Francis was standing there. Right next to the man. Arthur had been in this exact state for weeks. "Wake up, s'il vous plait. I promise never to start an argument again." Francis was near tears by now. "Just wake up, mon Angleterre."
Arthur felt himself being pulled away from the light.
6/10 Mon Armour - Shakira
Francis smirked as he lent down to kiss his lover. He was straddling the Brit, who was lying in a particularly sexy position. Francis' hand ran down to Arthur's waist and started pushing his trousers down. Arthur looked up at him innocently. That just got Francis' heart beating faster. Once the Brit's pants and boxers were down, he moved himself down and started licking at the others member. Arthur moaned. That got his heart beating even faster as he took the Brit's member in his mouth.
"You're going to hell for this, frog."
7/10 Bad Romance - Lady Gaga
Arthru gasped as his lover nipped and sucked at his neck. "F-francis! S-stop!"
"Mon armour, I want you." Francis looked at him, love, as well as lust, in his eyes.
"B-but Francis. Y-you know we can't."
"Why not, armour." Francis continued to suck at his neck.
"I-its not that I don't want to, it that...what about...we...we're nations!"
"Oui. We'll do it as humans, then."
Arthur blushed. Shit. The Frenchman had a point. "Okay."
Francis put a hand on Arthur's waist and pressed his against the wall. Arthur could feel Francis' erection against his member. He moaned slightly. He was so sensitive to touch. Francis reached down, pressing his palm against the Brit's own member, causing him to moan.
8/10 Don't touch me - Broadway Tavros (Can't touch this - MC Hammer)
Francis shuffled his chair at the World Summit closer to Arthur's chair. He gently slipped his arm around the Brit's waist.
"Don't bloody touch me, git!" Arthur hissed. "Not in Public. They don't know, remember!"
"They'll eventually find out about us. I think Matthew already has, armour." Francis whispered back to Arthur.
"Hopefully they won-What did you bloody say?" Arthur's cheeks had gone red. Red enough for Ludwig to notice.
"Francis! Arthur! Listen up! Stop hitting on each other!"
"But! We're not hitting on each other!" Ludwig's comment had made his cheeks go even redder. He was in for hell, then probably heaven with Francis, after the meeting. He was sure Ludwig would ask questions about their supposed 'hate' relationship. Hw would probablyt ask about him saving Francis during WW2.
9/10 One in a Million -Bosson
Arthur pressed his face into the Frenchman's chest as they swayed gently. He inhaled through his nose. His lover smelt of his usual scent - roses. Arthur smiled. He felt at peace. He felt Francis let go with one hand and spin him around and brought him back to him. Arthur looked up at Francis. Francis smiled his care-free smile and planted a kiss on Arthur's forehead as the waltz song ended. Arthur then felt himself being brought over to the edge of the dance floor and pulled onto his lover's knee. He smiled and relaxed against his chest again.
10/10 Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
Arthur reached a hand out towards the Frenchman. There were tears in his eyes as Francis was taken away by the nation in the brown uniform. "FRANCIS! NO! YOU GIT! DON'T...LEAVE ME! YOU...FIGHT BACK! BLOODY FIGHT BACK, YOU WANKER!" Francis looked back at the Brit. and mouthed something. I'm sorry, mon armour. An apology? Is that all. Arthur collapsed to his knees. Why. Why now? He saw a man in the corner of his eye. A mustached Austrian. His fist clentched. "LUDWIG! GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE BACK HERE!" All he heard from the blond German was a loud "Nein." Arthur looked up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry dude. We'll go back for him later."
"Alfred, I want to go after him. NOW."
"Dude. That's not possible. We need to increase your defenses."
Holy crap. Sorry for the last one. I wanted one with feels, in a war like situation. And I had Nazi Germany revision at school for my GCSE's at school. SO I HAD TO FUCKING MERGE THEM TOGETHER. Fuck me.
