Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia- it is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, not myself. This is merely a work of fanfiction, and as such I claim none of the characters. I also do not own any music/lyrics quoted herein, they are owned by the artists that wrote/sing them.
Warnings: Implied and stated male/male relationships. Implied dysfunctional relationship.
Flames shall be extinguished with great force because it is bush-fire season and I hate bush-fires. Many Australians do.
This will be a series of drabbles, all based off songs. I'll post the parts of the lyrics that made me decide on a particular pairing with each. All are Hetalia, and there are several crack-pairings. I will not take requests for songs/pairings. This is for my own enjoyment and to keep my hand in at writing whilst I try and overcome writers block. There are two drabbles here because one was so small it really wasn't worth putting it seperately. is hating my spacing/breaks, so I've had to use the horrid grey ones they give you to space this as I prefer. Apologies for that.
Please enjoy.
-Ireina
All You Wanted- Michelle Branch. Hinted Germania/Rome
I wanted to be like you, I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you, and I got swept away.
How could he have missed it? His charge, his friend, his only ally. Since childhood, he'd wanted to be like the other boy- powerful, graceful and at ease with people.
He'd tried for so long to be like him- so long. But he and his people were not cut out to be a great empire- were not cut out to move with the discipline of the legions. And each time his grasps for power failed.
Then he'd paid his friend an unexpected visit.
His head was in his hands, and those beautiful, expressive eyes were weeping.
"No-one, not one person likes me." he murmured, rubbing at his eyes defiantly as he stood and went over to the other man, poking his chest. "They always want Rome, Rome, Rome. No-one wants Luthando." he ranted. "They see the empire, the great nation. Never me." A fist pounded on his chest. "I have no friends, not a one. They'd all stab me as soon as look at me! If I didn't have power, they'd want nothing to do with me! Celt, Greece, Egypt! All of them would kill me if the opportunity presented!" His face darkened. "My own people are too busy squabbling over leadership to care they're tearing me apart!"
Germania lifted a hand and caught the smaller man's chin between his forefinger and thumb.
"My people would kill you with no hesitation if they knew what you are." the blond said frankly. "Do you think, if I didn't at least like you, I'd be here at all? Risking myself?" He snorted and released his grip. "Get a hold of yourself and stop pitying yourself." he scolded. Looking aslant at the darker-skinned man, he added nonchalantly; "If you want, we could go north. Leave the mortals to their own devices?"
Rome perked up immediately, the only hint of his former despair in the form of slightly reddened skin around his eyes and a slight puffiness. "A holiday! Just what I need! You always know how to cheer me up, friend!~" He grinned sunnily, clapping a hand on Germania's shoulder.
"Yes. A holiday." Germania echoed, hiding disappointment. That wasn't what he'd meant. Not at all.
If you want to, I can save you, I can take you away from here.
So lonely inside, so busy out there, and all you wanted was somebody who cares.
Hot 'N Cold- A Smile from the Trenches.
This relationship was destructive- he knew it, and he knew that he knew it. But they kept circling one another, circling and circling, first fighting so viciously they drew blood, the next minute tearing each other's clothes off like any moment would be their last.
He was like a drug, and it was addicting. His anger was so very vibrant, and it lit up his face, his normally icy cold façade melting to a fire that aroused him so very much, the fact that he was the one to make the stoic blond loose his cool- him and no-one else. Only he could affect Germania so.
And Rome loved it.