First of all, sorry for not updating, see I had a list of songs for all the years, and I forgot it at my dorm. So this may be the only chapter I make before I get back there and take a look at the list again.

PLEASE READ THIS! IT'S INTERESTING, I SWEAR.

Anyone playing Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2? Anyone following that story line? Wouldn't it make an awesome Hetalia fic? I mean, Russia invading the USA? And they even make it to their vital regions! Russians in the White House, I swear that would be a kinky fic. It writes itself! Yeah, I got the game, and it is awesome. America is so awesome, hooah!

Another story to write, if any British person is interested, is a story like this one, but a British version. I mean, you've got the beginnings of metal and punk in Britain, no? He's like, totally crazy on the inside, gentleman my ass. Which reminds me, I ain't no brit. No siree, I'm just a simple gal from Los Angeles, and I don't know shit about shit when it comes to most of Europe, nor do I care (a joke, a joke) so sorry if England or France or any froufrou from there sound US-ish. I'm just playing it by ear. Of course, as an American, Europe is fun to play with.

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How High the Moon

Les Paul & Mary Ford

1951


"With all this bullshit in this country, I thought it was about time I step the hell out. Shoulda known the land of Korea would be just as fucked as Korea is."

"China, I am sure-"

"Don't talk to me about China! I help that bastard out during the war, and what does he do in return? Fuck Russia, that's what. If he wanted to get banged so bad, I would have left him with Japan."

"Well, do not worry. Well meet with the UN in New York, and work this out."

"I have a feeling we aren't going to 'work it out'. Anything involving the USSR doesn't work itself out." America looked out the large windows in his study, the moon was big and full and far tonight. He heard England clink around the whiskey at the other end of the room.

"That is probably the most true thing to ever come out of your mouth."

"Nah, it's just you finally started listening to me."

"There are times I wish I did not." England came close and patted him in the back, both staring up at the moon. Softly wafting through the crack opening of the door, soft guitar music played lightly into their ears, making America smile, "Somewhere there's music, how high the moon." he chuckled, and took a drink out of his own whiskey in his hand.

"I think at night, when its so far like it is now," America nodded towards the moon as he turned to face England, "If I had gotten to him sooner, then it would have been much different. Now I'm giving out death penalties in his name. Yup, it would have been much more different."

"Look, I think you are talking about Russia, and that arsehole, is well, an arsehole. Those years ago, when I heard you and Russia were cozy, I thought you were barmy. Bloody mad. I have been telling you this since god knows how long, but you are a very blinkered git anyways."

"Whatever you just said, I'm sure it made sense somewhere."

"Belt up, arsehole." England looked a little mad, but he tipped up anyways and slipped a kiss on America's lips.

"Tell me, Arthur, when was the last time we fucked?"

"Not fucked, made love. And it was probably two months ago."

"Don't act like a woman, it's sex. Too long ago, then, too long. I've been shooting off all on my lonesome in Korea."

"And here I thought you were having a bit of how's your father with Japan."

"I did once, and it was good enough, I suppose. He's a bit too calm and quiet for my tastes."

"And I am mad and loud enough for you?"

"Of course, England, all ways. That gentleman act of yours, pure bollocks, as you say."

"Well, fuck you, as you say."

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Somehow, and America could not remember what conversation had led to this, they were at some dance club dinner place, where the nickelodeon kept playing loud music through it's large golden speakers.

He was drinking like no tomorrow. And beside him so was England, whom was surrounded by young pretty porcelain things in tight dresses and bright red lipstick. They were cooing over and over about his accent, green eyes, and expensive suit. Did no one notice those huge eyebrows? They certainly distracted him from England's "beauty" the first time around.

He lit a cigarette and the smoke swirled around and upwards his body. It burned going in and out, but another drink from his beer soothed the feeling quite well. After thinking about communists all damn day everyday for the past year, he just wanted to drink and smoke and sleep his days away. Wake up and eat and think when it was over. But of course, just as Russia had promised back in Berlin, he'd make sure, whether America where near or far, he'd fuck him every day until one of them was limping so bad, there'd be no choice but to give in.

Yet they seemed to be in a bit of a tie and America as of recent was feeling far above normal physically. So maybe he could stand a couple of more fucks before Russia caved in.

Because America was sure, that is what would happen. He was better than the Europeans now, and with his new thermonuclear enhanced weapons, no one could give him lip anymore.

No one.

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Thank you to 15thburningfiddle and Martial artist-Mariko for reviewing! Sorry if this update is not up for your standards, please forgive me!

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