AN: Well, this is my first FF(sorry if it is rushed), and it started on a stupid bet I made with myself…

The bet was…to write a songfic for every song on my iPod. Well, some will be songfic's and some will just be based on the theme of the song. That's Approximately 205…(some are classical music. Don't judge, I'm an OrchDork!)

I don't know about my brain 0.o…

Insert Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia I probably wouldn't be such a loser, so that means it still belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya…song belongs to Max Bemis and his wonderful band. Also I don not own McDonald's or Fiber One cereal brand.

Most stories will be about UsUk, but I also like FrCan, GerIta, and Sealand/Wy

The A's are:

About Falling by Say Anything

Admit It! By Say Anything ( hipster!America)

All We've Ever Done by Lex Land ( Revolutionary War)

Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy

…And Then the Liver Screamed "Help!" by Chiodos ( drunk!Arthur)

Animal by Neon Trees

Apologize by OneRepublic

Après Moi by Regina Spektor (something with Russia and France)

The Art of Suicide by Emilie Autumn (geez. My A's are depressing)

As Smart As A Geek Is Chic Right Now by Say Hi to Your Mom

Well here's the first one, thank you for joining this epic adventure

xxx

TechnicallyLex

About Falling

Warnings: Cursing, suggestive themes, character death, and bad writing (well, hopefully not)

"The tide rolls by

And I wonder why

I felt inclined to try"

Arthur smiled up at me, and that simple gesture gave me confidence.

"Hey, old man!" I causally call though inside I'm face palming at my egotistical, childish voice.

"What, you pompous git?"

I have to try at least.

"I love you?" It comes out as a shaky and unsure question rather than the declaration I was hoping for.

England's face flashes a million shades of red before landing on a nice crimson tone. I can't imagine my face looks any better.

"That some kind of a joke? You're a bleeding wanker!" He pushes up from the seat he was in and promptly leaves.

"My starry eyes were sacrificed

The sea divides

But I don't want to

Get lost in the ocean now"

After Arthur left I saw no reason to be in public and caught a taxi to my hotel to peacefully wallow in self-pity. I was the hero; I was always supposed to get the girl.

Er, boy.

What made me think the outcome would be good?

Sure, we had been getting closer, friendlier. He didn't object when I told him I'd be visiting the area and asked him to meet me at McDonald's (though there were complaints about the location).

But tolerance of an annoying semi-friend and love are two very different things.

I didn't want to, but before I knew it I was lost in an ocean of worthless tears.

"With my pants around my ankles

I play my part

I build the ark"

A knock on the door of my hotel room grabs my attention. I dry my eyes on the sleeve of my t-shirt, not caring about my red puffy eyes of the occasional sniffle.

I open the door. "'llo Alfred. Mathew helped me find your room," I was greeted by an Artie who found his shoes fascinating.

He looks up, quickly letting his emerald eyes lock into mine.

"I'm sorry," he whispers before he stumbles into the room, mashing his lips with mine.

Clothes peeled off in a feverish haze.

Darkness encases us, and with my head spinning I manage to hear a desperate pant beneath me.

"Oh Alfred, I love you."

We collapse into the sheets, whispering concupiscent phrases until sleep can finally claim us his.

"But I don't want to get lost in the ocean

Earth starts spinning around to the motion of

That I don't really even care if I'm alone now"

I woke up, fingers grasping for the warmth of my new lover. It finds a piece of paper instead.

Dear Alfred,

I have business to take care of this morning.

Please forgive me.

I know you wouldn't like my cooking, so I hope a cup of coffee will suffice.

Truly yours,

Arthur Kirkland

I glance up and spot a mug filled with a suspiciously strong brew off coffee. I was going to have to thank Mattie later.

"I don't really give a damn about falling in love"

I skipped down the street.

"Hello British people, you are blessed with the presence of a hero." I greet everyone I see with a smile.

I stop at a store selling flowers, and pick up a bouquet of red roses.

"Keep the change," I toss him a twenty. I swear I hear a mutter of "Damn Yanks"

But my love struck head doesn't care.

On my way to Iggy's house I also pick up some champagne, strawberries, and a nice romantic movie.

I ring the doorbell; wait a second then barge in.

Then I see in, and can only cough out, "You should lock your door."

"Body burdened by my heavy heart of stone now

And I don't really even care

If I'm alone now"

And there was Francis, moaning as he thrust into Artie's twisting body.

"Oh yes, oh...shit!" He finally notices I'm there and freezes.

Fucking on the couch?

Classy.

But not locking your door?

Really?

Lame.

I drop the items I purchased and ran back to the hotel, not caring about the distance and the rain. My broken heart distracted me from that.

"Their sustenance; I

Crackle as I prey open the weak and poor

I have no feeling and this prison is a home

I have no heart, I sold my soul!"

It had been about two months since the glorious one night stand with Iggy and the devastating realization it would only be that.

One night.

I no longer clutch to my pillow thinking of the million ways it could've gone right and the way it went wrong.

My nights are now spent in bars, picking up girls to take them home then leave them in the morning.

I feel like my heart is gone.

But I'm over Arthur right?

But I failed to mention all those girls were scrawny blondes with green eyes, and if I took of Texas and dimmed the lights, I can imagine they are my first and only love.

Arthur's POV:

"Why won't you wait for me?

Why aren't you waiting for me?"

A full year has passed since Alfred walked in on my embarrassing mistake.

It wasn't supposed to happen like that honestly.

I was supposed to tell the Frog/ former lover than I was moving on, forever. America finally reciprocated my feelings.

Somehow that leads to pity fuck / goodbye shag.

I didn't want it to happen, truly.

I couldn't wait, and after being ignored by America at the meetings, in public, in private, after getting the voicemail, the empty rooms, I was going to hunt him down and explain.

I exited the plan and called Mathew one last time.

xxx

I was about to knock on the door of a rather large house in Virginia, when an anorexic girl wearing nothing but a see-through shirt and knickers drunkenly stumbled out.

It was three in the bloody afternoon!

I couldn't do it, and headed back for another eight hour flight.

Alfred's POV:

"No, no, never again!"

Four years slowly slumped along.

It leads me to this point.

I was in the White House with a murdered president lying behind me.

My hang grazed over the red button.

Bombing America would mean certain death for me, right?

I could practically hear Arthur say in that annoyed British voice he pulls off so well, "Hero's don't quit!"

"No!" I shout to him, a million miles away and probably happy.

"This is pathetic," he hisses venomously.

"No," I sob into the air, begging him to understand my pain, not caring if my words didn't make sense.

"Don't you love me?" he whispers, and I swear I feel his arms snake around me.

"Never again!" I slam down dramatically on the small button and fall to the floor, my legs giving out.

I picture Arthur smiling, his blond hair and green eyes distracting me and wait for perpetual darkness to come.

AN: Wha? I really wanted that too end happy, but the song isn't so happy. I promise I will make the next one good!

*Looks at next song on iPod*

Crap.

If anybody knows about the Revolutionary War and would like to proof read my next, next story please PM me.

Next time on: Approximately 205 (it should be up about…tomorrow? OTL. I'm leaving on Sunday for an Awesome Road trip so I'll post as much as I can till then)

Song: Admit It!

Plot: America's changed into…a hipster! What a crazy country. Can Arthur put up with him? Or will their relationship fail? Includes: Oscar Wilde quotes and art shows.

Please Answer:

1. Didja like it?

2. Longer or shorter?

3. What do you want to see? Lemon, fem!America, OCC's, AU's, college, fluff, mpreg, serial killers?

You: Um, what's in it for me?

Me: Fiber One Cereal and a hug?

You: *0.o?*

xxx

Arthur: Just what do you think you're doing?

Me: Please don't hurt me!

Alfred: That totally wouldn't happen

Arthur: Yeah, I'd never cheat on Alfred

Alfred: I'm too awesome

Me: *cowering in a corner* don't hurt meh!

xxx

TechnicallyLex