Here's the quick rundown people! 10 chapters, 10 songs, 10 different nations paired up. Some of these will be romance, some will be tragedies, and some will have my sad sense of humor. Mostly just little drabbles for me to have fun with.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, and neither do you. Luckily, we can pretend for a bit.
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Time is Running Out - Muse
Pulling his hair out by the roots seemed like the best option at the moment, and Lord knows he followed his gut instinct when he could.
Alfred watched with baited breath as the shorter nation strutted into the conference room with a smirk on his face that promised a nasty rebuttal should anyone choose to irk him today. He torched Spanish galleons, massacred enemy troops and lived life with a general "fuck you" attitude, and that wasn't about to change anytime soon.
No matter how the American looked at it, the older nation was a constant contradiction. A foul mouth masked by polite words, a traditional army jacket covering tattoos of The Clash and electric guitars; even his soft green eyes hid the remains of his pirate-like personality.
And damn if that wasn't hot.
His addiction began when he was only a colony, a sort of crush that grew until it had taken over his every thought. England's ignorance became a brand that would burn into his skin; He needed to get away, away from the constant reminder of his weakness.
He declared independence soon afterward, his only thought being a shrill cry of retreat.
150 years later and here they were again. America on the sidelines, watching with vaguely concealed lust, and England slowly squeezing the life out of him with every brush of skin or lick of the lips.
Pushing Texas up to the bridge of his nose, Alfred didn't even notice as his palms slammed against the table and his chair scratched against the floor.
Silence settled over the room as the American strode forward, his gaze steely and defiant. The blonde's calloused hand encircled Arthur's wrist and pulled, sending the nation toppling forward.
A growl of surprise and irritation grew quickly before it was cut off by coffee-flavored lips and arms snaking around his hips. Desperation and longing were put into the hurried clashes of skin, a silent communication that caused Arthur to give in with a sigh and flicker of the eyes.
Leaning back with a gasp, Alfred smirked and breathed a soft laugh.
"I won't let you bury it, England. Not anymore."