1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like: Hetalia.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

I know these are just short drabbles, but please review! Tell me what you like, what you didn't like. What was good and what could be improved. Please, just reivew!


1) Akuma wo Yobisouna Igisiru Nouta (It's Like Calling a Demon ; England's song) by England from Hetalia: Axis Powers

"Meramera to, yaki tsukuse sumi kara sumi made sono gouka de; atokata mo nokoranu you ni tamashii made mo yaki tsukuse," England chanted, laughing. The corners of his mouth twisted up in a sadistic smirk. He pulled the dark cloak tighter around him and began chanting louder, the rhythmic words coming out as if in song, his voice getting louder and louder with his excitement.

"Iggy…..what are you doing?"

England jumped, the sudden voice causing him to loose his focus. Without warning, there was an explosion from the circle and he was covered in bright purple powder. Someone began laughing behind him and England knew he didn't even need to turn to know who it was. "Damn it, America!"


2) Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by Big & Rich

"Howdy, y'all!"

The countries in attendance at the World Meeting turned towards the door to watch the very late country enter.

"Congratulations, America. You've made us delay the meeting to wait for you once again," England growled, positively fuming. He eyed the American more closely and asked, "And just what are you wearing?"

America smirked, glancing down at his clothes: worn jeans with chaps covering them, a button up maroon shirt, black handkerchief around his neck, mud caked cowboy boots and a large white cowboy hat. "What da ya' mean, Iggy?" he asked, a very obvious Texas accent coating his words.

A few of the other countries winced at the accent, namely England, while others just appeared confused. "I thought your cowboy days were over, America-san," Japan said, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

America smiled, taking a seat and leaning back so that he could place his boots on the table - which had Austria, England, and Germany all glaring murderously at him. "Well, sure, Kiku! But, ya' see, this cool movie came out and 'ah guess everyone loves cowboys again."

"Whether or not your country is in a cowboy mood," England said, pushing America's feet off the table and glaring at him, "it does not give you an excuse to come like that to a meeting."

America stared at him in silence for a moment, which made England very nervous indeed, before smirking and leaning close to the other nation - who was now blushing a very deep red.

" 'ey, England?" he purred in his southern accent. "Why don't you save a horse and ride a cowboy?"


3) Unfaithful by Rihanna

"France?" France's hand paused on the doorknob. He sighed heavily before faking a smile and turning back towards the other nation. England was standing in the hall awkwardly, staring at him. His normally indifferent expression was replaced with a pained look and France mentally cursed himself. He had only seen the island nation this vulnerable a few times before and it bothered him greatly.

England looked away from France and stared at the tiled floor, twisting his long shirt - the only thing currently covering him, in fact - in his hands.

"Yes, mon cher?"

England winced visibly with the petname and France bit his lip. There was silence for a while before England forced himself to look up at France. His emerald eyes were brimming with sorrow but France knew the island nation would rather kill himself before he shed a tear in front of France. "Where are you going, Francis?" he asked softly, his voice nothing but a whisper.

France heard him nonetheless and lowered his head in shame. Turning back towards the door, he left without an answer.

But England didn't really need one.


4) Days of Summer by Starkid Company (from A Very Potter Sequel)

Alfred fingered the plane ticket in his hands nervously, staring at the crowds of people in front of him.

"Alfred!" The blond turned at the sound of his name, searching the crowds for the familiar Englishman. Arthur was pushing his way through the people, desperate to reach the taller teen before he left.

When he finally did reach him, he raised a hand and slapped the American across the face.

"Uh….ow," Alfred said weakly. "What was that for?"

"For trying to leave without saying goodbye, you git!"


5) Forgive Me by Group 1 Crew

There were lots of unwanted noises these days. Gunshots, explosions, screams.

Germany curled into himself, covering his ears with his hands. Please, he begged. Make them stop. Just make the noises stop.

But they weren't going to stop any time soon, he feared. At least not until this ridiculous war ended.

Not until his citizens, his people, his children, stopped dying. Not until the starvation, the beatings, the humiliation, the genocide ended.

He was not very good at praying, despite his catholic status. His older brother was much better at that than he was. Germany was used to solving his own problems without the help of an omnipotent being that he wasn't even sure existed.

But he couldn't do this on his own, he realized.

"Lord please," he pleaded, voice horse and tortured. "Forgive me. Help me."


6) More Than It Seems by Kutless

He wanted to be a hero when he grew up. He wanted to fight battles, defeat battles, slay dragons, and save damsels. He wanted to travel to the fantastical places England described. He wanted to help people, save people. He wanted to be a hero.

But right now he was just a colony.

He would grow soon. He knew he would. He wanted to. He wanted to grow taller than England, stronger than England. He wanted to be the one tending to England's injuries, comforting England in the night, protecting England from the world around him.

But he was only a small colony.

Perhaps one day he would grow to be a hero.

He wanted to. More than anything.

He would protect England one of these days.

But he would also hurt England. He would see the man fight, bleed, fall to his knees in the mud and sob. And all because of America. Because of his little colony.

He would cause the man, the person he loved more than anything, pain for centuries.

But right now he just dreamed of swordfights and slain dragons and damsels in distress.


7) Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright

Life is like a song, he thinks. With minor thirds and major lifts, minor cords and dissonance. With a verse here in piano followed shortly by an overwhelming fortissimo. And try as he might, he could never compose the song just the way he wanted. Things happened. Flats here, sharps there. A cord wouldn't quite hit the right notes. Dictators were born. Alliances were destroyed. Friends became enemies.

Swords and armor became bombs and tank and still the song played.

He loved music; he lived music, felt music, breathed music. The piano was part of him, merely an extension of his fingers, a medium for his emotions, his wants, needs, and prayers.

Life was like a song, Austria thought. But a song where the conductor had no control.


8) Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles

The rain was a bit colder than he had expected. He had misjudged the temperature outside as well as the amount of rain. Foolishly he had left his umbrella back at the house; he was only making a quick run to the bookstore, he hadn't imagined he would get quite so soaking wet on the way.

"Blast it all," he murmured, hugging his soaked jacket closer to himself. It would be nice to have a bright, warm, sunny day once in a while.

"You would think you would know how to deal with rain since you get it so much," a voice behind him said, humor obvious in his tone. England turned to see America standing there, rain beating down on him. And suddenly England realized that while the rain should have also been pouring down on himself, it no longer was. A glance up told him why.

America was holding an obnoxious American flag-patterned umbrella over England's head. "Git," he murmured, pulling America under the umbrella with him. "You'll get sick."

America only laughed; shrugging off his brown jacket, he wrapped it around England's shoulders.

And maybe, England thought, rainy days weren't quite so bad after all.


9) Whoever She Is by the Maine

Arthur stared at his office wall, not focused on the piles of paperwork before him at all. His mind was too busy going back to the night before.

"And just who am I to you, Arthur?"

The Brit moaned, slamming his head against the desk and pulling at his already messy hair. Just what had that bloody Frenchwoman meant by that? Damn Jeannette, always confusing him like this.

It was only one night in the bar. It wasn't supposed to escalate to sloppy, drunk kisses and the caring - almost loving - touch of a perverted Frenchwoman. My god, it wasn't supposed to turn into anything. They were supposed to stay awkward-almost-but-not-quite-best-friends and rivals and work collogues.

She wasn't supposed to make his heart beat so fast or his mind feel so muddled.

So just who was Jeanette to him?


10) Glitter In the Air by P!nk

"Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "What are you going on about?"

But America didn't answer him. Didn't even look at him. He was too busy staring out at the skyscrapers in the distance. England had to admit, Chicago was quite lovely at night. The reflection in the water sparkled beautifully but England looked away from the brilliant city to stare in confusion at the unusually silent nation.

"I mean," America began slowly. "Have you ever done something that just seems pointless, just to do it? Something that makes no sense to anyone else, but means a lot to you? Have you ever wished for something you couldn't have? Just closed your eyes and held on tight to those wishes? Held your breath and asked yourself if it would ever get better than tonight?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

But America wouldn't say a thing. He was lost in his memories and the knowledge that at even at a distance of just two feet, England was much too far away. He probably couldn't even touch him. So why stay around with that taunting close distance?

The American began to walk away and when he was a reasonable distance from England, he whispered to himself, the words caught in the Chicago wind and pulled out over the water and far from England's ears, "The glitter reminds me of your fairies. And sometimes I wonder if I cover myself in that make-believe magic, you'll love me."


Explanations:

5) The Holocaust.

7) Dictators were born = Adolf Hitler. He was Austrian.

9) Jeanette = fem!France, one of the few fem!nations I can stand. As far as I know, there's no canon names for the genflipped characters so I just gave her a name I've seen other people use.

10) I did not do justice to this song at all. I'm sorry.