Music Meme - Sing a Song of Sixpence

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. (England; FrUK/RussLand/UKUS; 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.

1. Billie Holiday – Gloomy Sunday

England hates rainy days.

He shakes his sopping hair out of his eyes and sighs. He's all alone. With a sad sigh he steps up onto the rail of London's bridge and closes his eyes. Stealing himself, he walks off the edge and plummets to his death.

And wakes up.

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2. Jeff Buckley – Hallelujah

Arthur stood with his head tossed back towards the sky, arms splayed wide as he swayed lightly. A small smile played at his lips.

Francis stood off to the side, a frown marring his face. "What are you doing, Angleterre?"

Arthur just laughed, moonlight playing across his features giving him an ethereal glow. "I'm dancing. But you don't really care for music, do you?"

Francis' breath caught in his throat. He swallowed hard, mentally berating himself before saying, "What music are you referring to?"

Arthur laughed again and spun in a circle. "Do you love me?"

Francis frowned. "I think we have too much hate between us for love to exist, mon cher."

Arthur stopped and faced Francis, wide green eyes serious and intense. "Love is not a victory march, France. It's not a cry that you hear at night, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah."

Arthur stepped back into the moonlight; one hand grabbed the Frenchman's and he pulled him out into the clearing with him.

France looked at him, tilted his head back and softly sung, "Hallelujah!"

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2. Shakira – Underneath Your Clothes

England loved Russia's jacket and his scarf.

He loved the warmth and the bulk and the texture pressing against his bare skin as Ivan lay above him.

But he loved the Russian's bare skin the most.

Underneath his clothes, the hills and valleys of his skin, the silvery scars hinting a violent past, the width of his shoulders, everything fascinated him.

Hot breath sounded in his ear as rough calloused hand caressed his sides and he sighed. This is the man, the nation he chose, if only for one more night.

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3. T.A.T.U. – 30 Minutes

England's hands trembled. Laughter resonated in his mind, smiling faces swimming through his brain, and he trembled.

He violently shook his head, trying to shake out the images and the sounds. His breath was hard and erratic, but he didn't care. He didn't notice.

Bright eyes and soft lips and hot breath and comforting warmth haunted him. He felt sick to his stomach.

Thirty minutes ago, he had been happy. He trembled and counted down the seconds.

The carousel exploded, a bright ball of fire rising towards the heavens, shrapnel flying in every direction. A piece of twisted metal nicked his face as it flew past.

It only took him thirty minutes to decide.

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4. Rocky Horror Picture Show – Sweet Transvestite

He's quite positive that France has got entirely insane.

"Bloody shagging hell, wine-bastard, what the hell are you doing?"

France stalked past him, hips forced into a suggestive sway by obscenely high red heels.

"I'm not much of a man by the light of day, but by night I'm one hell of a lover..."

Arthur could have sworn he heard he heard Alfred and Matthew shrieking with laughter in the background.

His head hit the table with a loud 'thump'.

"You lost another bet to America, didn't you?"

Francis grinned and blew him a kiss.

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5. 3OH!3 – Don't Trust Me

Arthur took another deep drag from his cigarette before tossing it down onto the ground stomping it out. Francis was standing entirely too close, sick leer on his face.

He sneered at the Frenchman and blew smoke in his face.

Francis stepped closer, face only inches away from Arthurs.

"You know I don't trust hoes."

"Oh Angleterre, I don't trust you either."

Arthur barked out a rough laugh, "Belt up."

His hand lashed out to twine in Francis' hair, and brought the other mans lips to his in a brutal kiss.

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6. The Sex Pistols – Anarchy in the UK

America took one look at England and swallowed hard.

England strolled into the G8 meeting an hour late, not a single care in the world.

"Mon deiu... not again."

England flashed him the back of two fingers and sat down, lit cigarette between his lips.

America tried valiantly not to look at the man who raised him in that way... but that shirt didn't leave much to the imagination and those sinfully tight plaid pants...

"Iggy... what the hell?"

"What the bloody hell do you want me to say? My bleeding country has fallin' into anarchy. Figured I may as well enjoy it, you sodding wanker."

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7. Yamboo – Kalinka

"Come on, it's fun, da?"

Ivan held out a hand to the smaller nation, elated grin on his lips. Arthur tossed his head back and laughed.

"I have no idea how to do that!"

Ivan laughed, "It's easy. I'll show you."

Arthur allowed himself to be led towards the dance floor with a rueful grin. The music was catchy, upbeat, even if he had no idea what the lyrics meant.

Ivan stepped back and cast him a grin before his face was suddenly no longer at Arthur's eyelevel.

Seemingly defying gravity, the large man crossed his arms and kicked out his legs in time with the music. Arthur held his breath, just waiting for him to fall. He never did.

Face flushed, violet eyes wide with happiness, Ivan held out a hand. "It's your turn now, da?"

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8. Katy Perry – Waking Up In Vegas

Arthur groaned aloud, his felt like his head was splitting in too. He moaned again and buried his head into his warm pillow.

His pillow grunted.

His eyes flew open and he sat up fast. They quickly flew shut, accompanied by a hand to his mouth to prevent him from becoming reacquainted with his lunch. Something cool and metallic touched his lip.

He heard his pillow shuffling around and felt the mattress dip as it sat up. He opened his eyes and met the shocked gaze of Alfred. Simultaneously, they reached their hands out.

Matching wedding bands rested on their fingers.

"Bollocks."

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9. Against Me! – Pints of Guinness Make You Strong

Arthur gazed out at the setting sun impassively. Cradled in his hands was a pint of Irish-brewed beer. A picture lay on the ground beside him.

He ignored the footsteps in his direction and took a deep swill of the dark liquid. He pretended not to notice the hand that dropped onto his shoulder.

"You okay, mon ami?"

Arthur ignored that too.

A sigh.

"If I would have known just how things would have ended up, I just would have let myself die."

He refused to meet Francis's gaze.

A strong arm wound its way across Arthur's shoulders.

"It's alright to miss him."

Arthur laughed bitterly.

"He left me."

They fell silent.

"I swear to god that I'll love him forever."

Francis dropped a kiss on the top of his head. "I know."

A laugh. "Fucking Ireland."

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10. NOFX – Doornails

England knocked back his shot and signaled for another. It slid down the bar and into his outstretched hand. He glared down into the amber liquid and quickly knocked that one back too.

"You shouldn't be drinking."

The French accent gave him away immediately. England snorted.

"Why the bloody hell not? The entire world has gone to hell. So many people are dead. They're sodding doornails."

A/N: Yes. I Know. I have no excuse.
I found this meme a while back and have been meaning to do it for a while. I've finally managed to get it done, but it seems as though everyone and their mother has done this already. Oh well.
Also, apologies for the crappy spacing. The document editor does not wish to keep my formatting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Feedback welcome. Constructive criticism is love.

Love,
Sly.