A/N: A series of HET songfics/fics based on songs? Why not! So if you want me to do a song just say what paring you want (No AusHun please) and I'll try it for you!

This first one is one my plot bunnies have been weaving around for awhile. It's a songfic called "Stella" and it's by All Time Low. The paring is PruHun.

Prussia dragged himself out of the now empty. Checking the clock, he noted that the time was 3 P.M.

"Shit..."He grumbled as he staggered out of bed.

Nearly cutting his foot on a broken bottle, he had that strange sinking feeling. The feeling that you just screwed up big time.

"Uck...Hungary?" He called out anxiously, and awaited an answer. Not surprisingly, he didn't get an answer back. She never did stick around.

"You seem to only like me when I'm wasted..." He muttered to the picture of her on the wall. It was taken when color cameras were a new thing. The Technicolor photograph was taken in front of a mirror, the two having goofy, fake smiles plastered on as the celebrated another Austria free year.

All of a sudden he ran to the bathroom.

Falling over, he decided that he did love her...but mostly lusted for her.

He knew what to do in this, since the seen repeated itself. He even remembered her smell and taste, the smell of musk and cinnamon that flowery perfume couldn't mask, and the taste of alcohol.

"Mein Gott..." The red eyed Prussian mumbled as he clutched his stomach...another long day so he can get to the night.

2 A.M

The time was 2 a.m, and Gil was drinking yet again. Hungary was there, but he didn't really care. He didn't need to yet, he had so many friends there.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Spain goaded him, and France scoped the bar for any brooding female.

He finished the beer, and in a drunken stupor, Prussia walked over to Hungary, and she drove to his house. Not like he could drive anyway, considering that he had lost his keys...and he was totally wasted.

As things picked up quickly, he realized that if he hadn't of met her, things might be better off. Of course, now he couldn't ever forget her. She pulled his down, and his head was spinning so much. He was lost in the moment, so strong it could be chemical. The nightmare had not yet begun, but it soon would. He knew it.

A/N: Ugh, it's too short! Next, I'll probably do an England/Seychelles for "Does Your Mother Know?" Or a SpainXBelgium for "Only Exception"...unless any of you have any bright ideas.