My little sister and I challenged each other to do this, so then this happened. like i said, my original theme was USUK, but that didn't work for a lot of the songs, so I unintentionally ended up writing some history-themed Angsty stuff. Nothing too bad. (also, i do actually have a variety of music on my iPod, it's just really bad a shuffling adequately.) (also, if you want to see my sister's, I forced her to post it. Her user name is Rebylee, and it's her only story.)


10 song ficlet challenge

When two are one- Atreyu

After Germany's army began attacking his island, England didn't know if he could hold out for long. Everyone had fallen to the powerful blond nation, how could he be an exception. Every bomb that fell was a blow to his already frail body. He needed help, possibly now more than ever. He tried screaming for aid, but everyone had fallen. America wouldn't come help him, would he? Just as he was about to give in, America was there (obviously yelling something about how the hero was there, no need to worry). The Brit never thought he would be happier to see anyone in his life. America grabbed his friend's arm and pulled him to his feet.

"Did you really think I'd abandon you? I said I'd stand by your side through whatever came." America smiled, before charging into the heat of battle.

Don't tread on me – Metallica.

America was struggling. The Articles of Confederation had failed miserably, and he really hadn't expected all the stress and responsibility that came with being an independent nation. It was getting better, though. That is until he got caught in an argument with England and France. He just wanted to be neutral, but that wasn't going to happen, was it? So he went to war with England. Again. He didn't want to, but he also didn't want the brit (or France, for that matter) to be able to walk all over him. He needed to prove to them that he was strong, even if he was young. And he would win no matter what.

My friend of Misery – Metallica

With all that was happening in the world, it was no surprise that America was as stressed as he was. Everyone could see it, though he pretended they couldn't, and carried on being the "hero" he thought he had to be. England couldn't stand it. America wanted to save the world, but he just couldn't. He couldn't fix all the world's problems, they both knew that. But they younger country felt he needed to. England wanted to help, he truly, honestly did. But he didn't know if he could pull America out of the trench of misery he'd fallen into. The American was irritable, and prone to rants (most of which involved him yelling that he needed to save the world, that he was the hero. However, most of these rants ended in him sobbing and clinging to England, saying over and over again that it was too hard and that he couldn't do it by himself). No one knew how to help him, and quite frankly, no one wanted to. Except England. He couldn't stand seeing his friend in such pain, and he knew what America was feeling. Misery tended to have that effect. Once it sprouted, it spread as far as it could reach. America's troubles were hurting everyone else.

Architects – Rise Against

His dumb little island. Silently England cursed it, cursed it for everyone mocking it, cursed them for hurting him, cursed them for locking him away in his own corner of the world. He could never be the powerful empire he had been. America always said that no one could stop you from doing anything. He always insisted that everyone had the right to build their own fates, they could create any world they wanted. Fondly, England remembered the much younger country claiming that he would burn any world where England was hurting. But could it be true? He couldn't find the faith to believe in himself as much as America believed in him.

Slow Burn – Atreyu

One by one his colonies left him, one by one he was left alone with nothing but a burning hole of loneliness growing in his heart. He knew it would kill him, his empire was gone. He was nothing. He was pathetic. He couldn't stand it. It was like a horrid acid trip, pain like this couldn't truly exist. He couldn't keep telling himself that it wasn't real, though. Because it was. His life was lies. Lies and betrayal. How could he go on? A glimmer of thought insisted that it was only as bad as he made it out to be.

Sad but True – Metallica

England glared at America standing against him. Had he not raised him? Had he not helped him? True, he'd caused him pain, but he'd also protected him with his very life. He owed as much of his success to America as America did to him. He could have never beat off the other countries economically if it were not for the constant supply of cotton America's southern states provided. They were each other's dreams, each other's pain, each other's only means of happiness. With a sigh, England realized, however sad it was, it was true. Though sometimes he hated the younger country, he always came back around. Maybe he didn't care that America had betrayed him. Maybe though he often felt like a puppet in America's hands, it was okay.

Cancer – My Chemical Romance

His eyes were sore from crying. He couldn't die, not so soon after he'd just found love. Cancer was such a cruel thing, wasn't it? America thought as he lie, confined to a stuffy hospital room. How could he be England's hero, anyone's hero if he was dead. More than ever he didn't want to see England. He didn't want to cause him any more pain than he had to.

Ijime Dame Zettai (no more bullying) - Babymetal

Alfred's heart truly did go out to the smaller blond boy with mesmerizingly green eyes who had been bullied relentlessly for as long as Al had known him. More than anything it made him hate people who could hurt someone so heartlessly, without a thought as to how they were making anyone else feel. Bullies had to be stopped, starting with the ones who were hurting Arthur. Al couldn't let them continue. Life had to be protected, yet every time anyone struck Arthur, Al wished he could splatter the boy's assailant's brains all over the floor. Did that make him a bully? He never acted on any of these thoughts (though he certainly would have liked to), but instead sought to end the bullying in a more heroic manner. Did befriending Arthur and standing between him and the bullies count as heroic? He certainly hoped it did.

No one Cares – Atreyu

"for the sake of my sanity, shut up," England muttered to America as the two of them walked through a beautifully landscaped park in the springtime.

"I would, but what does it matter anyway? You weren't listening." America retorted, a hint of bitterness tinging his words.

"I… I was…" England stuttered, but he knew he was lying. America could tell as well.

"No one listens to anyone anymore! Haven't you noticed? No one cares about anyone but themselves, and then if you're in pain you're left screaming at no one at, and even then, you're not listening to yourself or the cries around you. It's a cruel world…" America ranted.

The Sound of Madness - Shinedown

"MY GOSH, STOP COMPLAINING" England screamed in his mind as America ranted. The younger country couldn't possibly know what true pain felt like. He was so young. England had been there through the bloodiest battles in human history, he could perfectly recall the sound of the dying, the burn of madness that runs through your veins. Monsters that come in the night could never compare to the heat of the sun beating on dried blood and dead bodies that surround you. England knew his trials had been easy compared to others, but it was still no laughing matter.


(A/N) so i had way too much fun doing this, so i'm going to post a series of them under this title, starting with this USUK one. I can take suggestions for themes, and honestly this is more for my own entertainment than for yours. but hey, if you like reading things like this then good for you/thanks/you're welcome. have a nice day!