[Fic] Music Meme Hetalia Related Drabbles
Title: Row Row Fight da Power
Series: Hetalia/Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing/Characters: England; Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. Yes. The countries.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The anthropomorphic representations of the Four Nations.
Summary: He's told of the war that has wiped out Air's people, the war that Fire started so he could rule over them all. He remembers Germany, and how even as the Jews had burned, the other Nation had convinced himself that it was for the best. Remembers Caesar and Alexander and countless others who'd convinced themselves that ruling over others was for the best.
Author's Note: Written for smoking_panda at my music meme.
England doesn't remember much. He remembers Russia, America, a conference- getting the news-
The flash had been blinding. The world reduced to ash around him and everything in him had screamed as he felt his people drop where they stood. The flame scorched him, the dust choked him, and somehow through it all he remembers how America and Russia had looked, their skin blistering and boiling in the heat. He remembers wondering if he looked that way. Remembers hearing the crackle and pop of his own skin, retching at the smell of charred flesh.
He'd woken up here, what must have been days, weeks, even months later with the most curious sensation. He couldn't feel his people. He couldn't hear them laugh with their friends or cry with their loved ones. He couldn't hear anything. He passes out again with shudders wracking his frame.
When he wakes up, there are three people crouched around him in a lopsided kind of circle. The first face he sees is a woman, her skin brown and her lips blue. If he looks close enough, he can see the way the ice around her lips crackles, melts, and refreezes with each breath she takes. She is lovely, and her quiet strength reminds him of Hungary. The second is a man, green eyes set deep in a stern face. As England watches, he picks at his teeth with a blade of grass, and when he notices England his expression turns sour- hostile and almost angry.
The third and final person is the easiest to overlook. She is small and pale, and when she sees that he is awake her grey eyes sparkle, and she jumps to her feet. She is the youngest of the three, but her eyes look the oldest.
He doesn't learn until days later what they are, that they are nations- nations like him and America and France. It takes him longer to accept where he is. During his fourth week as their guest, he's told of a fourth nation, but its months until he meets him.
He's told of the war that has wiped out Air's people, the war that Fire started so he could rule over them all. He remembers Germany, and how even as the Jews had burned, the other Nation had convinced himself that it was for the best. Remembers Caesar and Alexander and countless others who'd convinced themselves that ruling over others was for the best.
He remembers himself, not even a millennium ago when he'd looked at America's smiling face and told himself that this was best.
He feels sorry for Fire, so when the Avatar finally captures the Fire Lord, eliminates the threat- when the other three nations of this strange world have Fire bleeding and retching on the cold marble floor England crouches in front of this broken King and presses a chaste kiss to the Nation's bruised temple.
England hopes that Fire will remember this the next time one of his Lord's gets a craving for power, but in the end, he knows that he won't.
They never do.
Title: Standing in the Way
Series: Hetalia
Pairing/Characters: England, Ireland
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 1921, The Irish War for Independence.
Author's Note: Written for smoking_panda at my music meme.
I wish I could lay your arms down
And let you rest at last
Wish I could slay your demons
But now that time has passed
Wish I could stay here, your stalwart, standing fast
But I'm standing in the way
I'm just standing in the way
England should have expected it in the end. America's revolt had taken him by surprise, hurt him in ways he could have never expected. He'd loved all of his children, in his own way, loved America's smile and the pale curve of Canada's wrist. He'd fallen in love with Australia's awful habit of chewing on branches of Eucalyptus, become a slave to New Zealand's wry grin. He loved all of them, his brothers, his sisters, his children. They were his world.
And he truly believed he'd done the best for them. And now, what have they given him. Pain and suffering, heartbreak and ruin. It is 1921, and in less than a decade, he will experience this pain again.
But for now, he is in the moment. He feels his people die, a flash of emptiness deep within his breast- it doesn't matter what color uniform they wear, he feels his people die.
Ireland stands at the head of the group of rebels, her shining red hair tucked away and dirt smudged across her cheeks. It's truly a shame, she'd make quite the pretty picture with her hair streaming behind her and her green eyes gleaming with that unholy defiance. If England didn't know her, he'd almost believe her farce. Still, she's too pretty, even as a a boy. He can almost hear her voice from where he stands, pitched an octave lower than usual and thick with her accent.
Her eyes meet his from across the battlefield, and she grins at him, the way she'd smiled at him when they were children- not everything had been perfect in those days, but at least he'd still had her smile and his brother's laughter to ease the pain.
She smiles at him and he thinks that she is so lovely like this, full of life and that accursed determination that all of his brother's and sister's have possessed. The sun rises above her, turns her hair an even more radiant shade of red as the light catches- He'll miss her, but she deserves this. None of them need him anymore.
The sun rises and no one notices the change.
Title: I'll Make You Fall
Series: Hetalia/Legend of Zelda fusion
Pairing/Characters: Hyrule/Termina
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I can see why the moon fell for you."
Author's Note: Written for smoking_panda at my music meme.
If you need a friend, don't look to a stranger,
You know in the end, I'll always be there.
But when you're in doubt, and when you're in danger,
Take a look all around, and I'll be there.
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say.
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be.
But if you'll wait around awhile, I'll make you fall for me,
I promise you, I promise you I will.
When Termina first meets Hyrule, she isn't entirely surprised by how much he looks like him. Hyrule's hair is shoulder length, a shade of blond so golden that it looks to be spun from the sun itself. His eyes are like the sky, and she is not surprised. He looks like her savior, like his savior, the little boy turned man who had saved them both.
The way he speaks irritates her. He talks in riddles and smiles like he's mocking her. That's what she gets for associating with someone with a monarchy, she supposes.
She glares at him, because he knows nothing of her and even less of her culture. The nerve of him, to already be placing himself on a pedestal above her. It's vile. They have lunch at a pleasant little bistro in Clock Town, and she can already tell that he's looking about him, comparing their similarities and their differences. He brushes golden hair out of his eyes and smiles at her, bright and so much like Link's that her breath catches in her throat.
"I can see why the moon fell for you," he purrs, his voice like silken velvet and she curses him for being so charming. She blushes despite herself and despises herself for it.
Series: Hetalia/Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing/Characters: England; Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. Yes. The countries.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The anthropomorphic representations of the Four Nations.
Summary: He's told of the war that has wiped out Air's people, the war that Fire started so he could rule over them all. He remembers Germany, and how even as the Jews had burned, the other Nation had convinced himself that it was for the best. Remembers Caesar and Alexander and countless others who'd convinced themselves that ruling over others was for the best.
Author's Note: Written for smoking_panda at my music meme.
England doesn't remember much. He remembers Russia, America, a conference- getting the news-
The flash had been blinding. The world reduced to ash around him and everything in him had screamed as he felt his people drop where they stood. The flame scorched him, the dust choked him, and somehow through it all he remembers how America and Russia had looked, their skin blistering and boiling in the heat. He remembers wondering if he looked that way. Remembers hearing the crackle and pop of his own skin, retching at the smell of charred flesh.
He'd woken up here, what must have been days, weeks, even months later with the most curious sensation. He couldn't feel his people. He couldn't hear them laugh with their friends or cry with their loved ones. He couldn't hear anything. He passes out again with shudders wracking his frame.
When he wakes up, there are three people crouched around him in a lopsided kind of circle. The first face he sees is a woman, her skin brown and her lips blue. If he looks close enough, he can see the way the ice around her lips crackles, melts, and refreezes with each breath she takes. She is lovely, and her quiet strength reminds him of Hungary. The second is a man, green eyes set deep in a stern face. As England watches, he picks at his teeth with a blade of grass, and when he notices England his expression turns sour- hostile and almost angry.
The third and final person is the easiest to overlook. She is small and pale, and when she sees that he is awake her grey eyes sparkle, and she jumps to her feet. She is the youngest of the three, but her eyes look the oldest.
He doesn't learn until days later what they are, that they are nations- nations like him and America and France. It takes him longer to accept where he is. During his fourth week as their guest, he's told of a fourth nation, but its months until he meets him.
He's told of the war that has wiped out Air's people, the war that Fire started so he could rule over them all. He remembers Germany, and how even as the Jews had burned, the other Nation had convinced himself that it was for the best. Remembers Caesar and Alexander and countless others who'd convinced themselves that ruling over others was for the best.
He remembers himself, not even a millennium ago when he'd looked at America's smiling face and told himself that this was best.
He feels sorry for Fire, so when the Avatar finally captures the Fire Lord, eliminates the threat- when the other three nations of this strange world have Fire bleeding and retching on the cold marble floor England crouches in front of this broken King and presses a chaste kiss to the Nation's bruised temple.
England hopes that Fire will remember this the next time one of his Lord's gets a craving for power, but in the end, he knows that he won't.
They never do.
Title: Standing in the Way
Series: Hetalia
Pairing/Characters: England, Ireland
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 1921, The Irish War for Independence.
Author's Note: Written for smoking_panda at my music meme.
I wish I could lay your arms down
And let you rest at last
Wish I could slay your demons
But now that time has passed
Wish I could stay here, your stalwart, standing fast
But I'm standing in the way
I'm just standing in the way
England should have expected it in the end. America's revolt had taken him by surprise, hurt him in ways he could have never expected. He'd loved all of his children, in his own way, loved America's smile and the pale curve of Canada's wrist. He'd fallen in love with Australia's awful habit of chewing on branches of Eucalyptus, become a slave to New Zealand's wry grin. He loved all of them, his brothers, his sisters, his children. They were his world.
And he truly believed he'd done the best for them. And now, what have they given him. Pain and suffering, heartbreak and ruin. It is 1921, and in less than a decade, he will experience this pain again.
But for now, he is in the moment. He feels his people die, a flash of emptiness deep within his breast- it doesn't matter what color uniform they wear, he feels his people die.
Ireland stands at the head of the group of rebels, her shining red hair tucked away and dirt smudged across her cheeks. It's truly a shame, she'd make quite the pretty picture with her hair streaming behind her and her green eyes gleaming with that unholy defiance. If England didn't know her, he'd almost believe her farce. Still, she's too pretty, even as a a boy. He can almost hear her voice from where he stands, pitched an octave lower than usual and thick with her accent.
Her eyes meet his from across the battlefield, and she grins at him, the way she'd smiled at him when they were children- not everything had been perfect in those days, but at least he'd still had her smile and his brother's laughter to ease the pain.
She smiles at him and he thinks that she is so lovely like this, full of life and that accursed determination that all of his brother's and sister's have possessed. The sun rises above her, turns her hair an even more radiant shade of red as the light catches- He'll miss her, but she deserves this. None of them need him anymore.
The sun rises and no one notices the change.
Title: I'll Make You Fall
Series: Hetalia/Legend of Zelda fusion
Pairing/Characters: Hyrule/Termina
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "I can see why the moon fell for you."
Author's Note: Written for smoking_panda at my music meme.
If you need a friend, don't look to a stranger,
You know in the end, I'll always be there.
But when you're in doubt, and when you're in danger,
Take a look all around, and I'll be there.
I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say.
I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be.
But if you'll wait around awhile, I'll make you fall for me,
I promise you, I promise you I will.
When Termina first meets Hyrule, she isn't entirely surprised by how much he looks like him. Hyrule's hair is shoulder length, a shade of blond so golden that it looks to be spun from the sun itself. His eyes are like the sky, and she is not surprised. He looks like her savior, like his savior, the little boy turned man who had saved them both.
The way he speaks irritates her. He talks in riddles and smiles like he's mocking her. That's what she gets for associating with someone with a monarchy, she supposes.
She glares at him, because he knows nothing of her and even less of her culture. The nerve of him, to already be placing himself on a pedestal above her. It's vile. They have lunch at a pleasant little bistro in Clock Town, and she can already tell that he's looking about him, comparing their similarities and their differences. He brushes golden hair out of his eyes and smiles at her, bright and so much like Link's that her breath catches in her throat.
"I can see why the moon fell for you," he purrs, his voice like silken velvet and she curses him for being so charming. She blushes despite herself and despises herself for it.