I hate classes on saturday
I wrote 10 "drabbles" based on shuffled songs just to try something different.
Brazil/Luciano (c) hina_teh_shitz
Argentina/Martín; Uruguay/Sebastián (c) rowein
Austria, China, England, Hungary, United States, Russia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Portugal, India (c) Not me
Beta’d by the lovely Illucien
# 1 Michael Sembello - She’s a Maniac
Het Brazil/Argentina - Word count: 304
He was tired and bored; or perhaps he was bored of being tired. Although it was the weekend and he was at a night club, both choices didn’t make him excited, at all. He would first finish his drink, then be a little charming with the barman and leave the club with the same amount of money in his pocket that he had when he entered.
Scanning the dance floor for a last time, he saw someone who might end that tedious feeling he had. He spotted a girl who had golden hair, which reflected the multicoloured lights of the club; a girl who moved her body to the songs rhythm. But she didn’t move entirely to only the song’s rhythm, she moved her body for something else.
The unknown girl hadn’t only called the brunette’s attention but also everyone else’s. They started forming a circle around to admire the girl in her moment; only hers.
And she loved all this attention, Luciano could tell amused.
Delicate arms traced forms above her head, her face always covered by those blond strands almost forming an aura around her. Thin and long legs making their own rhythm on the floor and just like that, her gracious self involved everyone into the dance. Soon, everybody joined her and their bodies would also move in this dance that seemed to create a language of its own.
A smile filled the brunette’s face. He left the empty glass on the balcony and was heading towards the dance floors centre. The beauty played with her hair brushing her fingers through it allowing her green eyes to be seen by the brunette. A smile also filled the blonde’s face.
“Vamos a bailar?” He heard her asking just before the new song started to play.
All of sudden, he wasn’t bored anymore.
# 2 Kansas - Reason to Be
Brasil, Russia, India, China - Word count: 253
A big white room was filled with rolling chairs that made noises when one sat on them. They were surrounded by a huge table in the middle which is where the BRICs were located. There was also a weird smell, perhaps it had come from the air conditioner? Ah, and of course there were four people who had just finished discussing important topics. Now they were busy gathering together all the paper work. Well, until a loud Brazilian decided to interrupt what they were doing.
“This moment meant for us, right?”
Three pairs of curious eyes were now paying attention to what he had to say.
“What do you mean, Brazil?” - India said, voicing what the others were asking silently.
“It even seems like a fantasy, I mean, after all this time we’re finally being heard and respected; even admired.”
Russia and India smiled with that thought whilst China only nodded with his head. Russia circled Brazil’s shoulders with his arms.
“Everything’s easier now. We’re standing behind the back of the curtain.”
“Just waiting for the show to start” Completed China who got closer to the other two.
“Our show.” Concluded India with a big hug.
There they were: a group who had a name now and they got closer to each other than they expected to be. Who know? Maybe they hadn’t become that perfect family, since each member lives apart from each other. But still, wasn’t there a great care for one another; a family with a reason to simply be?
# 3 Tom Jobim - Meditação
Brazil-Centric - Word count: 130
Birds were singing, cold coconut water, a nice breeze coming from the open window and the smell of morning dew. The perfect temperature. And the most important: An acoustic guitar ready to play
He sat in front of the window that displayed a beautiful ocean view. Guitar in hand, he started to play a rhythm; rhythm that beat like the ticking of a clock, making your pulse race with the palpitating movement of your heart. He didn’t sing, but he talked with rhythm. His good humour taking over the intimate and optimistic song.
With his big and characteristic smile, the song was finished in two more beats and he laid the guitar right there, in front of the sea. He would still however, keep humming because that is his bossa.
# 4 They Might Be Giants - The Beer Song
England + USA - Word Count: 275
England wouldn’t deny how suspect it was for the United States out of everyone else, to invite him for a couple of beers after the meeting. ‘So we can get rid of some stress for a little bit!’ Was what he said.
Still, the Statesman was always the one who said he wouldn’t invite the Englishman to drink with him ever again. This was because the alcohol acted like a trigger to the English. This made him remember old conflicts like, ‘Am I catholic or protestant?’ type thing. Or it made him remember anything else that caused him to be miserable, really. Clearly, because England was crazy, at least according to the American’s word of course.
Only after the invitation for a couple of beers, England was sure that the United States was the crazy one. And France was sure they were both the least refined countries to ever step on this Earth. Beer, really?
With an arm on each other’s shoulder, glasses in hand, they started to sing something meaningless like they were still father and son... Or whatever they were. There were burps too, of course. And someone who really looked like Prussia there in the corner of the balcony who was with someone really similar to Germany... They seemed to also be taken by their high spirits and everybody else was contributing in said improvised song.
England took a look around. His surroundings were so bizarre that it came to the point where England could swear everyone had brought their twin brothers to the pub and... was that United States on the floor?
“It’s American, I’m Okey.” He said before passing out.
# 5 Garbage - #1 Crush
Brasil/Uruguay - Word count: 180. Inspired by this.
Pale fingers, painted in crimson traced the tanned skin with an intricate delicacy. The face of the one who was lying down didn’t get dirty with the blood because the blood had dried on Sebastian’s hands hours ago.
His vision was blurred, not just due to the lack of his broken glasses but also for the tears which had filled his eyes. A single tear fell down onto Luciano’s cheek. The blond touched the place where the tear had fallen with his lips, and would do so for a long while. His fingers got busy playing with the spiky black hair of the one laying down.
There was no other reaction besides Sebastián’s weak smile.
He would fix the brunette’s creased clothing and would dry his own tears. Those tears moistened the dried blood and made his pale face dirty. Those same fingers would touch Luciano’s bottom lip and a crimson trail was left on those lips that invaded Sebastián’s mind with thoughts so much.
“I’m your number one crush now.”
There was no other reaction besides the deadly silence.
# 6 Anthrax - Any Place But Here
Portugal + Brazil - Word count: 197
Portugal had never seen Brazil’s brown eyes like this. There was something in them: Boldness; boldness that Portugal had never seen before even after all these centuries they lived together. It was different and something, else, that the Portuguese didn’t dare say, intimidating.
Brazil panted and that angry expression didn’t leave his face. “It’s over, I’m gonna become my own country.”
Portugal snorted in disagreement, but looking back to those determined eyes of his colony -should he still call him a colony? - Which told him to watch out his own behaviour towards this challenging Brazil.
“And you, Portugal, get out of here.”
“Bite your tongue before talking to me like that, lowbred twat!” Said Portugal already annoyed at the display of such inadequate behaviour from the Brazilian. Still, “Tell me where should I go then?” He asked with a somewhat ironic tone.
“Any place but here.” Was the answer given by the Brazilian with a deadly serious expression. Portugal’s green eyes and his entire being; felt swallowed by the boldness of those brown eyes looking back at him.
For the first time the Portuguese shivered due to the thoughts of what could happen from now on.
# 7 Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows
Brazil/Argentina - Word count: 160
There is so much passion in fighting; so much freedom in it too.
Martín was thrown to the wall and the impact was felt on his back. Another thing he felt was his fist colliding with Luciano’s jaw, who had started to feel blood filling his mouth. It tasted like gold. Clothes were ripped off, their bodies thrown to the ground and more hits were given from both sides. Bruises were being made with blood showing up on the wounds.
People fight to break the rules, people fight to make their own rules.
A kiss. One more and another, their lungs started missing the air not because of the tiredness of fighting, it was due their mouths being busy with each other.
“Why do you do this to me?” Asked one against the other’s neck.
“No one knows.” Swearing and punches had given space to moans and gasps.
And they fight to reclaim everything as their own, everything they are.
# 8 Keane - Your Eyes Open
El Salvador/Honduras - Word count: 176
El Salvador tried his best to move the rock out of the way that was blocking the school’s entrance. He dried the sweat on his face with his arm and hissed at the pain he felt. It has been some years since the Civil War had ended and the Peace Treaty was firmed. Relief. Yet there was still a lot of work to be done. His tired body suffered under the scrutiny of the sun; however he wasn’t going to give up.
He heard Honduras calling him to leave the work there and rest, yet he continued working.
“You’re gonna pass out exhausted if you keep like that, idiot.”
“I don’t care.”
Honduras sighed then joined his neighbour in helping to move the rock out of the way.
“What are you doing, hondureño?”
Luís only stared at him in that special way which told the Salvadorian all the things the Honduran ever wanted Salvador to know, but never said.
Both succeed in taking the giant rock out of the way then they left the place together.
# 9 Fiona Apple - Waltz (Better Than Fine)
Uruguay-Centric - Word count: 211
Luciano and Martín are the ones you call when you want to have some fun -and sometimes, to get annoyed too - whilst Sebastián is the one you call for anything.
Since he was the only one with some sense left in that group of theirs. He is called to listen to confessions, complaining, frustration, joys, conquests, failures, hates and loves. Sometimes he was called for no reason at all, just to be company. And that was alright for him.
He is the one who gives the best advices. He can recommend you to go on or to just sit on the grass and do nothing. And he’s always right about them.
He’s the one who hums something without knowing what it is, if they ask why he only replies with a
“Because it makes me feel good.” He’s the one who dries your tears and says you’re beautiful.
Yet, when he feels a pain inside his chest and no one worries enough to come by and ask if the adviser needs advice, he still smiles weakly, but still smiles.
When they ask him. “Are you fine, Sebby?” He’s the one who answers : “Better than fine”
Because Sebastián is like that, the one who is called for anything, and never complains.
# 10 Aretha Franklin - Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves
Austria/Hungary - Word count: 140
Austria liked Hungary even though she was far away from the conventional. Actually, it was exactly because of that the aristocrat loved the Hungarian. She could cut a miserable man’s throat whilst wearing a pretty dress. Yet, wash said dress because of the blood spots on it and still sing with that sweet voice. She could brush her hair whilst swearing to the neighbor. She would use her frying pan to hit on someone, not to cook. She would save Austria from Prussia. And yet, be a woman.
There were some who said Austria was a great man; perhaps because he has a great woman. Or had, things changed between them? It’s hard to tell. After all, she would still be a great woman for being feminine in a different way, her own way. And that’s how Austria appreciated it.
Brazil/Luciano (c) hina_teh_shitz
Argentina/Martín; Uruguay/Sebastián (c) rowein
Austria, China, England, Hungary, United States, Russia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Portugal, India (c) Not me
Beta’d by the lovely Illucien
# 1 Michael Sembello - She’s a Maniac
Het Brazil/Argentina - Word count: 304
He was tired and bored; or perhaps he was bored of being tired. Although it was the weekend and he was at a night club, both choices didn’t make him excited, at all. He would first finish his drink, then be a little charming with the barman and leave the club with the same amount of money in his pocket that he had when he entered.
Scanning the dance floor for a last time, he saw someone who might end that tedious feeling he had. He spotted a girl who had golden hair, which reflected the multicoloured lights of the club; a girl who moved her body to the songs rhythm. But she didn’t move entirely to only the song’s rhythm, she moved her body for something else.
The unknown girl hadn’t only called the brunette’s attention but also everyone else’s. They started forming a circle around to admire the girl in her moment; only hers.
And she loved all this attention, Luciano could tell amused.
Delicate arms traced forms above her head, her face always covered by those blond strands almost forming an aura around her. Thin and long legs making their own rhythm on the floor and just like that, her gracious self involved everyone into the dance. Soon, everybody joined her and their bodies would also move in this dance that seemed to create a language of its own.
A smile filled the brunette’s face. He left the empty glass on the balcony and was heading towards the dance floors centre. The beauty played with her hair brushing her fingers through it allowing her green eyes to be seen by the brunette. A smile also filled the blonde’s face.
“Vamos a bailar?” He heard her asking just before the new song started to play.
All of sudden, he wasn’t bored anymore.
# 2 Kansas - Reason to Be
Brasil, Russia, India, China - Word count: 253
A big white room was filled with rolling chairs that made noises when one sat on them. They were surrounded by a huge table in the middle which is where the BRICs were located. There was also a weird smell, perhaps it had come from the air conditioner? Ah, and of course there were four people who had just finished discussing important topics. Now they were busy gathering together all the paper work. Well, until a loud Brazilian decided to interrupt what they were doing.
“This moment meant for us, right?”
Three pairs of curious eyes were now paying attention to what he had to say.
“What do you mean, Brazil?” - India said, voicing what the others were asking silently.
“It even seems like a fantasy, I mean, after all this time we’re finally being heard and respected; even admired.”
Russia and India smiled with that thought whilst China only nodded with his head. Russia circled Brazil’s shoulders with his arms.
“Everything’s easier now. We’re standing behind the back of the curtain.”
“Just waiting for the show to start” Completed China who got closer to the other two.
“Our show.” Concluded India with a big hug.
There they were: a group who had a name now and they got closer to each other than they expected to be. Who know? Maybe they hadn’t become that perfect family, since each member lives apart from each other. But still, wasn’t there a great care for one another; a family with a reason to simply be?
# 3 Tom Jobim - Meditação
Brazil-Centric - Word count: 130
Birds were singing, cold coconut water, a nice breeze coming from the open window and the smell of morning dew. The perfect temperature. And the most important: An acoustic guitar ready to play
He sat in front of the window that displayed a beautiful ocean view. Guitar in hand, he started to play a rhythm; rhythm that beat like the ticking of a clock, making your pulse race with the palpitating movement of your heart. He didn’t sing, but he talked with rhythm. His good humour taking over the intimate and optimistic song.
With his big and characteristic smile, the song was finished in two more beats and he laid the guitar right there, in front of the sea. He would still however, keep humming because that is his bossa.
# 4 They Might Be Giants - The Beer Song
England + USA - Word Count: 275
England wouldn’t deny how suspect it was for the United States out of everyone else, to invite him for a couple of beers after the meeting. ‘So we can get rid of some stress for a little bit!’ Was what he said.
Still, the Statesman was always the one who said he wouldn’t invite the Englishman to drink with him ever again. This was because the alcohol acted like a trigger to the English. This made him remember old conflicts like, ‘Am I catholic or protestant?’ type thing. Or it made him remember anything else that caused him to be miserable, really. Clearly, because England was crazy, at least according to the American’s word of course.
Only after the invitation for a couple of beers, England was sure that the United States was the crazy one. And France was sure they were both the least refined countries to ever step on this Earth. Beer, really?
With an arm on each other’s shoulder, glasses in hand, they started to sing something meaningless like they were still father and son... Or whatever they were. There were burps too, of course. And someone who really looked like Prussia there in the corner of the balcony who was with someone really similar to Germany... They seemed to also be taken by their high spirits and everybody else was contributing in said improvised song.
England took a look around. His surroundings were so bizarre that it came to the point where England could swear everyone had brought their twin brothers to the pub and... was that United States on the floor?
“It’s American, I’m Okey.” He said before passing out.
# 5 Garbage - #1 Crush
Brasil/Uruguay - Word count: 180. Inspired by this.
Pale fingers, painted in crimson traced the tanned skin with an intricate delicacy. The face of the one who was lying down didn’t get dirty with the blood because the blood had dried on Sebastian’s hands hours ago.
His vision was blurred, not just due to the lack of his broken glasses but also for the tears which had filled his eyes. A single tear fell down onto Luciano’s cheek. The blond touched the place where the tear had fallen with his lips, and would do so for a long while. His fingers got busy playing with the spiky black hair of the one laying down.
There was no other reaction besides Sebastián’s weak smile.
He would fix the brunette’s creased clothing and would dry his own tears. Those tears moistened the dried blood and made his pale face dirty. Those same fingers would touch Luciano’s bottom lip and a crimson trail was left on those lips that invaded Sebastián’s mind with thoughts so much.
“I’m your number one crush now.”
There was no other reaction besides the deadly silence.
# 6 Anthrax - Any Place But Here
Portugal + Brazil - Word count: 197
Portugal had never seen Brazil’s brown eyes like this. There was something in them: Boldness; boldness that Portugal had never seen before even after all these centuries they lived together. It was different and something, else, that the Portuguese didn’t dare say, intimidating.
Brazil panted and that angry expression didn’t leave his face. “It’s over, I’m gonna become my own country.”
Portugal snorted in disagreement, but looking back to those determined eyes of his colony -should he still call him a colony? - Which told him to watch out his own behaviour towards this challenging Brazil.
“And you, Portugal, get out of here.”
“Bite your tongue before talking to me like that, lowbred twat!” Said Portugal already annoyed at the display of such inadequate behaviour from the Brazilian. Still, “Tell me where should I go then?” He asked with a somewhat ironic tone.
“Any place but here.” Was the answer given by the Brazilian with a deadly serious expression. Portugal’s green eyes and his entire being; felt swallowed by the boldness of those brown eyes looking back at him.
For the first time the Portuguese shivered due to the thoughts of what could happen from now on.
# 7 Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows
Brazil/Argentina - Word count: 160
There is so much passion in fighting; so much freedom in it too.
Martín was thrown to the wall and the impact was felt on his back. Another thing he felt was his fist colliding with Luciano’s jaw, who had started to feel blood filling his mouth. It tasted like gold. Clothes were ripped off, their bodies thrown to the ground and more hits were given from both sides. Bruises were being made with blood showing up on the wounds.
People fight to break the rules, people fight to make their own rules.
A kiss. One more and another, their lungs started missing the air not because of the tiredness of fighting, it was due their mouths being busy with each other.
“Why do you do this to me?” Asked one against the other’s neck.
“No one knows.” Swearing and punches had given space to moans and gasps.
And they fight to reclaim everything as their own, everything they are.
# 8 Keane - Your Eyes Open
El Salvador/Honduras - Word count: 176
El Salvador tried his best to move the rock out of the way that was blocking the school’s entrance. He dried the sweat on his face with his arm and hissed at the pain he felt. It has been some years since the Civil War had ended and the Peace Treaty was firmed. Relief. Yet there was still a lot of work to be done. His tired body suffered under the scrutiny of the sun; however he wasn’t going to give up.
He heard Honduras calling him to leave the work there and rest, yet he continued working.
“You’re gonna pass out exhausted if you keep like that, idiot.”
“I don’t care.”
Honduras sighed then joined his neighbour in helping to move the rock out of the way.
“What are you doing, hondureño?”
Luís only stared at him in that special way which told the Salvadorian all the things the Honduran ever wanted Salvador to know, but never said.
Both succeed in taking the giant rock out of the way then they left the place together.
# 9 Fiona Apple - Waltz (Better Than Fine)
Uruguay-Centric - Word count: 211
Luciano and Martín are the ones you call when you want to have some fun -and sometimes, to get annoyed too - whilst Sebastián is the one you call for anything.
Since he was the only one with some sense left in that group of theirs. He is called to listen to confessions, complaining, frustration, joys, conquests, failures, hates and loves. Sometimes he was called for no reason at all, just to be company. And that was alright for him.
He is the one who gives the best advices. He can recommend you to go on or to just sit on the grass and do nothing. And he’s always right about them.
He’s the one who hums something without knowing what it is, if they ask why he only replies with a
“Because it makes me feel good.” He’s the one who dries your tears and says you’re beautiful.
Yet, when he feels a pain inside his chest and no one worries enough to come by and ask if the adviser needs advice, he still smiles weakly, but still smiles.
When they ask him. “Are you fine, Sebby?” He’s the one who answers : “Better than fine”
Because Sebastián is like that, the one who is called for anything, and never complains.
# 10 Aretha Franklin - Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves
Austria/Hungary - Word count: 140
Austria liked Hungary even though she was far away from the conventional. Actually, it was exactly because of that the aristocrat loved the Hungarian. She could cut a miserable man’s throat whilst wearing a pretty dress. Yet, wash said dress because of the blood spots on it and still sing with that sweet voice. She could brush her hair whilst swearing to the neighbor. She would use her frying pan to hit on someone, not to cook. She would save Austria from Prussia. And yet, be a woman.
There were some who said Austria was a great man; perhaps because he has a great woman. Or had, things changed between them? It’s hard to tell. After all, she would still be a great woman for being feminine in a different way, her own way. And that’s how Austria appreciated it.