Hetalia drabble meme
Put your playlist on random. Write a drabble for the next ten songs that come up, and they must be finished when the song has finished.
Pairings: Poland/Lithuania, America/Canada, Hungary/Austria, Russia, Sealand, Prussia, Belarus.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ...countries. Personified. If it's not your thing? Give it a miss.
Summary: Ten songs, ten drabbles.
Author's Notes: So, uh. First time in forever posting, and I've found a new fandom. This is actually my first time writing for this series non-anonymously and outside of
hetalia_kink. beanclam and I used the same songs and did the meme together, and I'll hopefully pester her into getting hers scanned soon. So, yeah. This.
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Drabble Meme
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NO ANGELS
“I Wanna be Daylight in Your Eyes”
Beneath the slits in the shade the light streamed into the bedroom heavy and golden, the sign of a day that was well on its way to afternoon already. In the covers still on the bed, there was a man who was not a man entangled with the sheets; where there were creases, so too were there limbs, and his hair was as tousled as the blankets, a muss of golden that would not have looked out of place as a hue of the sunlight slipping into the little room.
Canada had not wanted to wake him. From experience, after all, he knew that it was a difficult task, and his brother was prone to ill moods before he’d gotten coffee in him, but it was a special day- and the pancakes on the plate balanced on one hand were likely to get cold if he lingered for too long without saying anything at all.
And so he stepped forward, feet silent on the carpeted floor, and touched his brother’s shoulder, giving a little shake. “America?” And when a single eye opened to peer at him, groggy and bleary with sleep, he smiled in response.
“Happy birthday.”
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One Piece
“ Pandaman”
It had been a reasonable expectation.
It had been an expectation that he’d rather thought could not in any sane universe be dashed as neatly to pieces as it just had been.
But Lithuania’s universe, he reflected sadly, had long since stopped being a sane one, and the proof lay in the contents of the room before him: the brightly colored spandex suits that covered the bodies of otherwise reasonable countries, red and green and blue and yellow. And pink.
But if it had ended there, he might have let it pass as one more in an endless stream of tiny insanities that made up the fabric of his life. It did not, however- for evidently, some time in the thirty minutes it had taken him to visit the store and pick up the sandwiches and soups that everyone had wanted for lunch, it had evolved into something immeasurably ridiculous.
It might have been passable. Might have been bearable.
But now- now, under the pink spandex, Russia had donned the panda suit as well- and nothing, Lithuania swore to himself, could ever be the same again.
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The Bangles
“Hazy Shade of Winter”
There had been a time when his army was his pride- a force to be reckoned with, a sight that had been recognized across Europe and which inspired fear in the viewer. He had been younger, then- sharper. There had been something more confident in his laughter, something brighter in his eyes, but that seemed ages ago by now, a different time, a different life.
It was not the same now- was not the same, he’d discovered, now that his own house was not there to greet him when he returned home. And much as West had given him concessions, much as he appreciated the hospitality, it was still something of a blow to Prussia’s pride every night he spent on the couch, every time he had to ask for money to go shopping.
He was a war state, after all. And without war, even one as brilliant as he’d once been was sure to lose his luster.
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Wicked
“Dancing Through Life”
“I’ll, like, do it in a minute, Liet. I’m busy now.”
Behind him, Lithuania sighed, and bent to pick up the hairbrush that had slipped unnoticed to the floor; there were four more on the couch beside the little blonde, however, so he scarcely noticed that the one had fallen. “Oh, honestly, Poland- you said that yesterday.”
“But I, like, totally mean it this time.” One of the boy’s slender hands twirled at the curler in his hair. “It’s so worth it- it’s gonna be totally fabulous when I finish.”
Lithuania tried on a diplomatic expression, one that was not quite a frown but did not manage to be entirely fond. “Can’t you take something seriously for a change?”
Half-lidded green eyes blinked up at him, guileless and bewildered. “Like, why would I?”
***
“Is it so unreasonable,” Austria mused aloud, stepping into the wreckage that his kitchen had become, “to expect that my house remains in the same state that it did when I went to sleep?”
“It’s totally under control!” Poland assured him, and scooped some of the dough from the floor and back into a mixing bowl. “I’ll so have everything ready in time for breakfast!”
Austria fixed him with an appraising look and stepped from the kitchen.
“Just, like, don’t look at your piano yet!”
***
Piercing violet eyes fixed the little blonde with a look that would have withered any other nation, and Poland stuck his tongue out, either not noticing the threat or honestly not caring.
“You wanna, like, growl about something? I’ll give you something real good if you’re gonna keep bugging us anyway. I said it before, and I’ll say it again- keep your hands off Liet!”
And with that, the boy turned his back to the spigot raised in threat and walked away.
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Brad Kane
“This Close”
It had been years- centuries, and oh, how the world had changed.
It was not the place it had used to be, and he? He was not the nation he had once been, either. There had been a time when he was tiny but strong as steel, a time when he had been more confident than he’d any right to be that someday he would stand alongside those that had made themselves global powers. He’d dreamed of wealth, of recognition, of success. He’d dreamed of a proper government, of a house of his own, large and rich and welcoming.
He had not paused to think, back then, about the scars that the others had borne to get where there were. He had not stopped to think about the centuries of war that had come before he’d even existed. He had not paused to look at their faces, in the moments when they let drop their guards, had not seen the lines beneath their eyes or the way that their mouths fell, unhappy, ringed with a tension that never truly left them.
But Sealand had had time, and like all things, he had grown up, grown into something else entirely.
He had not understood- but wars of his own had made sure that he did now.
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The Donnas
“Take it Off”
He moved to comply, but when his hands hesitated at the buttons, Hungary’s closed over them, and she smiled at her husband, a predatory smile, the smile of a nation that had once been strong and confident and not at all the demure little thing she pretended to be. She made short work of the buttons- stripped the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and then took a step back, surveying her handiwork.
“The pants, too,” she told him, sweetly, and watched as Austria’s hands moved to do as she’d asked.
She did not turn to open the drawer in her end table- did not want him to know, yet, that she’d bought something special for the occasion.
There would be time enough for that later.
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Great Big Sea
“It’s the End of the World as We Know It”
“What the bloody hell,” said England, and pointed an accusatory finger at the storefront in the middle of London, “is this?”
“It’s great, isn’t it?” America replied, the easy smile overtaking his face, blue eyes bright and wide, optimistic behind his glasses. “I guess your people love them as much as mine do. See- I told you they were a great idea.”
“It’s the end of the world,” England declared, gloomily. “And you brought it here.”
And the Starbucks remained where it sat, across from a second Starbucks.
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No Doubt
“Underneath it All”
There were sides of themselves that no one else had ever seen.
Poland was not the boy that grew tongue-tied when he tried to be too pushy in public, was not the one to flush a brilliant red and hide away from the world- not always. And Lithuania was not the sensible one, the reasonable one- not every hour of every day. In private, behind the walls that they had put up between themselves and the world, they were something else entirely- something stronger, something fuller, something more complete.
They were more themselves, Lithuania had once been tempted to say, but he had not, and discarded the phrase as trite, overly romantic. Something that Poland was apt to tease him over.
It seemed truer now more than it ever had before, after the years that had come between them. Truer now that they had lived apart for so long with others that had changed them in ways both were entirely unable to overlook.
And now, on the nights that they spent together in the same bed- not in their house, but Poland’s or Lithuania’s- he understood why he had thought it.
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Era
“The Mass”
It was a stately old building, with high arching windows. The gardens outside had been well-tended once upon a time, but now the snows of winter had taken them over, and everything lay beneath a layer of white, suspended as though the change of the seasons had sent a messenger of frost to steal the life from the world.
And there, on the bench which might have provided a pleasant view of the church on a summer’s day, sat a man in a scarf, silent and unmoving. He had been there long enough for the snow to collect on his shoulders, and it dusted his hair as well, turning the already pale ash blonde closer to white.
Lithuania hesitated before approaching, footsteps stuttering in the snow and making his tracks uneven. But he did it all the same- ducked his head, tried on a smile that was nothing near to cheerful.
“The paperwork you wanted finished is in your study, sir,” he told the man quietly. “And dinner is ready.”
It was as though he had not heard. “Do you see the birds, Lithuania?” The smile was peaceful, unconcerned. “They do not fear the snow.”
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Cyndi Lauper
“Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”
It had been Seychelles’ idea, and no one had thought to protest.
They had come with varying levels of enthusiasm, clutching their invitations printed on pink stationary, formal invitations to what promised to be the best slumber party ever held in the history of the world.
And now, three hours later, some of the initial reluctance had worn off, and on the floor there lay a small mass of pillows, a half-finished bowl of popcorn, an open case of makeup, and a bottle of nail polish. Nobody noticed that it had spilled.
“Your hair is really lovely,” Seychelles was saying, dark eyes sparkling as she ran the brush through the older country’s hair. The black bow had long been discarded to make way for the pink flower from Hungary’s own locks.
“And you look totally hot when you’re not, like, pale as death.” Poland stuck his tongue out between his lips in concentration, adding a hint more blush.
In the corner, Ukraine stared unbelieving, and wondered whether her sister would kill her if she ever told.
-end-
Pairings: Poland/Lithuania, America/Canada, Hungary/Austria, Russia, Sealand, Prussia, Belarus.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ...countries. Personified. If it's not your thing? Give it a miss.
Summary: Ten songs, ten drabbles.
Author's Notes: So, uh. First time in forever posting, and I've found a new fandom. This is actually my first time writing for this series non-anonymously and outside of
hetalia_kink. beanclam and I used the same songs and did the meme together, and I'll hopefully pester her into getting hers scanned soon. So, yeah. This. =====
Drabble Meme
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NO ANGELS
“I Wanna be Daylight in Your Eyes”
Beneath the slits in the shade the light streamed into the bedroom heavy and golden, the sign of a day that was well on its way to afternoon already. In the covers still on the bed, there was a man who was not a man entangled with the sheets; where there were creases, so too were there limbs, and his hair was as tousled as the blankets, a muss of golden that would not have looked out of place as a hue of the sunlight slipping into the little room.
Canada had not wanted to wake him. From experience, after all, he knew that it was a difficult task, and his brother was prone to ill moods before he’d gotten coffee in him, but it was a special day- and the pancakes on the plate balanced on one hand were likely to get cold if he lingered for too long without saying anything at all.
And so he stepped forward, feet silent on the carpeted floor, and touched his brother’s shoulder, giving a little shake. “America?” And when a single eye opened to peer at him, groggy and bleary with sleep, he smiled in response.
“Happy birthday.”
=====
One Piece
“ Pandaman”
It had been a reasonable expectation.
It had been an expectation that he’d rather thought could not in any sane universe be dashed as neatly to pieces as it just had been.
But Lithuania’s universe, he reflected sadly, had long since stopped being a sane one, and the proof lay in the contents of the room before him: the brightly colored spandex suits that covered the bodies of otherwise reasonable countries, red and green and blue and yellow. And pink.
But if it had ended there, he might have let it pass as one more in an endless stream of tiny insanities that made up the fabric of his life. It did not, however- for evidently, some time in the thirty minutes it had taken him to visit the store and pick up the sandwiches and soups that everyone had wanted for lunch, it had evolved into something immeasurably ridiculous.
It might have been passable. Might have been bearable.
But now- now, under the pink spandex, Russia had donned the panda suit as well- and nothing, Lithuania swore to himself, could ever be the same again.
=====
The Bangles
“Hazy Shade of Winter”
There had been a time when his army was his pride- a force to be reckoned with, a sight that had been recognized across Europe and which inspired fear in the viewer. He had been younger, then- sharper. There had been something more confident in his laughter, something brighter in his eyes, but that seemed ages ago by now, a different time, a different life.
It was not the same now- was not the same, he’d discovered, now that his own house was not there to greet him when he returned home. And much as West had given him concessions, much as he appreciated the hospitality, it was still something of a blow to Prussia’s pride every night he spent on the couch, every time he had to ask for money to go shopping.
He was a war state, after all. And without war, even one as brilliant as he’d once been was sure to lose his luster.
=====
Wicked
“Dancing Through Life”
“I’ll, like, do it in a minute, Liet. I’m busy now.”
Behind him, Lithuania sighed, and bent to pick up the hairbrush that had slipped unnoticed to the floor; there were four more on the couch beside the little blonde, however, so he scarcely noticed that the one had fallen. “Oh, honestly, Poland- you said that yesterday.”
“But I, like, totally mean it this time.” One of the boy’s slender hands twirled at the curler in his hair. “It’s so worth it- it’s gonna be totally fabulous when I finish.”
Lithuania tried on a diplomatic expression, one that was not quite a frown but did not manage to be entirely fond. “Can’t you take something seriously for a change?”
Half-lidded green eyes blinked up at him, guileless and bewildered. “Like, why would I?”
***
“Is it so unreasonable,” Austria mused aloud, stepping into the wreckage that his kitchen had become, “to expect that my house remains in the same state that it did when I went to sleep?”
“It’s totally under control!” Poland assured him, and scooped some of the dough from the floor and back into a mixing bowl. “I’ll so have everything ready in time for breakfast!”
Austria fixed him with an appraising look and stepped from the kitchen.
“Just, like, don’t look at your piano yet!”
***
Piercing violet eyes fixed the little blonde with a look that would have withered any other nation, and Poland stuck his tongue out, either not noticing the threat or honestly not caring.
“You wanna, like, growl about something? I’ll give you something real good if you’re gonna keep bugging us anyway. I said it before, and I’ll say it again- keep your hands off Liet!”
And with that, the boy turned his back to the spigot raised in threat and walked away.
=====
Brad Kane
“This Close”
It had been years- centuries, and oh, how the world had changed.
It was not the place it had used to be, and he? He was not the nation he had once been, either. There had been a time when he was tiny but strong as steel, a time when he had been more confident than he’d any right to be that someday he would stand alongside those that had made themselves global powers. He’d dreamed of wealth, of recognition, of success. He’d dreamed of a proper government, of a house of his own, large and rich and welcoming.
He had not paused to think, back then, about the scars that the others had borne to get where there were. He had not stopped to think about the centuries of war that had come before he’d even existed. He had not paused to look at their faces, in the moments when they let drop their guards, had not seen the lines beneath their eyes or the way that their mouths fell, unhappy, ringed with a tension that never truly left them.
But Sealand had had time, and like all things, he had grown up, grown into something else entirely.
He had not understood- but wars of his own had made sure that he did now.
=====
The Donnas
“Take it Off”
He moved to comply, but when his hands hesitated at the buttons, Hungary’s closed over them, and she smiled at her husband, a predatory smile, the smile of a nation that had once been strong and confident and not at all the demure little thing she pretended to be. She made short work of the buttons- stripped the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and then took a step back, surveying her handiwork.
“The pants, too,” she told him, sweetly, and watched as Austria’s hands moved to do as she’d asked.
She did not turn to open the drawer in her end table- did not want him to know, yet, that she’d bought something special for the occasion.
There would be time enough for that later.
=====
Great Big Sea
“It’s the End of the World as We Know It”
“What the bloody hell,” said England, and pointed an accusatory finger at the storefront in the middle of London, “is this?”
“It’s great, isn’t it?” America replied, the easy smile overtaking his face, blue eyes bright and wide, optimistic behind his glasses. “I guess your people love them as much as mine do. See- I told you they were a great idea.”
“It’s the end of the world,” England declared, gloomily. “And you brought it here.”
And the Starbucks remained where it sat, across from a second Starbucks.
=====
No Doubt
“Underneath it All”
There were sides of themselves that no one else had ever seen.
Poland was not the boy that grew tongue-tied when he tried to be too pushy in public, was not the one to flush a brilliant red and hide away from the world- not always. And Lithuania was not the sensible one, the reasonable one- not every hour of every day. In private, behind the walls that they had put up between themselves and the world, they were something else entirely- something stronger, something fuller, something more complete.
They were more themselves, Lithuania had once been tempted to say, but he had not, and discarded the phrase as trite, overly romantic. Something that Poland was apt to tease him over.
It seemed truer now more than it ever had before, after the years that had come between them. Truer now that they had lived apart for so long with others that had changed them in ways both were entirely unable to overlook.
And now, on the nights that they spent together in the same bed- not in their house, but Poland’s or Lithuania’s- he understood why he had thought it.
=====
Era
“The Mass”
It was a stately old building, with high arching windows. The gardens outside had been well-tended once upon a time, but now the snows of winter had taken them over, and everything lay beneath a layer of white, suspended as though the change of the seasons had sent a messenger of frost to steal the life from the world.
And there, on the bench which might have provided a pleasant view of the church on a summer’s day, sat a man in a scarf, silent and unmoving. He had been there long enough for the snow to collect on his shoulders, and it dusted his hair as well, turning the already pale ash blonde closer to white.
Lithuania hesitated before approaching, footsteps stuttering in the snow and making his tracks uneven. But he did it all the same- ducked his head, tried on a smile that was nothing near to cheerful.
“The paperwork you wanted finished is in your study, sir,” he told the man quietly. “And dinner is ready.”
It was as though he had not heard. “Do you see the birds, Lithuania?” The smile was peaceful, unconcerned. “They do not fear the snow.”
=====
Cyndi Lauper
“Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”
It had been Seychelles’ idea, and no one had thought to protest.
They had come with varying levels of enthusiasm, clutching their invitations printed on pink stationary, formal invitations to what promised to be the best slumber party ever held in the history of the world.
And now, three hours later, some of the initial reluctance had worn off, and on the floor there lay a small mass of pillows, a half-finished bowl of popcorn, an open case of makeup, and a bottle of nail polish. Nobody noticed that it had spilled.
“Your hair is really lovely,” Seychelles was saying, dark eyes sparkling as she ran the brush through the older country’s hair. The black bow had long been discarded to make way for the pink flower from Hungary’s own locks.
“And you look totally hot when you’re not, like, pale as death.” Poland stuck his tongue out between his lips in concentration, adding a hint more blush.
In the corner, Ukraine stared unbelieving, and wondered whether her sister would kill her if she ever told.
-end-