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TEN SONG CHALLENGE. Put your playlist/ipod on shuffle and write one drabble for each song that plays. You have only until the end of the song to write the drabble.
1. "Get Me Outta Here" - Jet Alfred's head rocked to the steady beat blasting from the speakers of his car, fingers tapping against the steering wheel and a grin plastered upon his face. Ahead of them was an open road, civilization having been replaced by open wheat fields and the occasional pasture filled with cattle. There wasn't another car to be seen for miles. He was alone save for his passenger, who was looking more and more annoyed by the second as Alfred decided to sing along rather loudly. "I wish I could get out of this car, that's for sure." Arthur sighed, pressing his cheek against the window and glaring daggers at the stupid idiot singing along with the lyrics. America merely grinned and winked coyly at him, swinging an arm around and ruffling Arthur's hair. The Brit blushed profusely and swore at him to keep his hands on the wheel, which only ended up in causing Alfred to laugh at him and say something only mildly embarrassing. This was going to be a long trip...
2. "Lost" - Katy Perry A low groan escaped Arthur's throat as he slumped over against the bathroom wall, a hand lifting to wipe the bile and saliva away from his already cracked lips. This was how it always ended up on the 4th of July. He would sit in a bar, drinking himself into oblivion - until he could no longer think about his beloved boy he had lost so many years ago. He let out a dry sob, remembering the boy he had raised and how hard America had fought to gain his freedom. Had he really hated England that much?
"Artie, there you are!" Said Englishman blinked and looked up, finding a grinning America standing in the doorway. He flashed him a glare, trying, but failing to stand up on his own. "Whut th' bloody 'ell are yah doin' 'ere, git? Dun yah have a birthday party or somethin`?" Alfred merely laughed and grabbed him by the arm to hoist him up to his feet. "Yeah, but you`re not there so it`s not as awesome as I thought it would be. So, I thought that maybe I should just go and drag you there myself!" He flashed him a grin, and suddenly, England found himself being hoisted up and over Alfred's shoulders. "Bloody git! Put me down!" He made a feeble attempt to free himself, but stopped when he realized that it was futile anyway. Instead, he opted for gratefully snuggling into Alfred's warmth, deciding that it wouldn't be so bad to celebrate this day rather than spend the night alone, drowning in bottles of toxic depression. And he thought to himself that maybe, just maybe...
Maybe he hadn't lost him after all.
3. "Falling For You" - Colbie Caillat The more he stared at him, the deeper the blush became upon Romano's face. He was lying in the hammock in the yard, head turned toward the sky and eyes following the figure squatting in the dirt, carefully placing little tomato plants into the soil with a certain tenderness about him. He refused to admit that he enjoyed the sight of Spain as he labored the day away in the hot sun, with sweat clinging to his brow and a smudge of dirt streaking across his tanned cheek. The way he would smile and sing under his breath while he dug up the earth, and how he would laugh at absolutely nothing. How he would occasionally turn around to grin idiotically at him, green eyes shining like emerald jewels... "Mierda..." He muttered under his breath, tearing his eyes away from Spain and feebly trying to will away the blush spread across his face. Because surely it was all wrong. Surely he wasn't falling for that stupid b*****d, dammit!
4. "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing" - Aerosmith They were laying almost halfhazardly in the hammock outside; a mess of tangled limbs and shared warmth under the hot, Spanish sun. Yasu was curled up against him, her fingers gently clutching the front of his shirt as she slept peacefully. Her soft breath tickled his cheek, and every once in a while, a quiet murmur left her perfect lips. All Nico could do was smile at her and brush a few strands of hair away from her pretty face, and Yasu responded by nuzzling slightly into his touch. His smile grew just a little wider and he leaned forward for a very small moment to brush his lips against her temple. And he wondered; did she ever dream of him? Was she lost in a sea of splendid nonsense, where his face and his smile seemed to be the only things that made sense? He liked to think so, and always knew it to be true whenever she awoke with a blush painted across her cheeks and a slight pout upon her lips.
5. "I Want To Hold Your Hand" - The Beatles They walked side by side together through the torrent of rain, a pair beneath a single umbrella that was barely managing to keep the rain from soaking their skin and clothes. The streets were barren, most people having taken refuge from the wet weather within their homes and the occasional overhang jutting out from marketplace buildings. Yet despite the fact that there were virtually no eyes upon him, Kiku continued to hesitate. Dark eyes glanced occasionally at the large, somewhat calloused hand swinging back and forth at the Grecian's side, a soft blush painting his porcelain cheeks at the very thought. He was unaware of the fact that Heracles' eyes were upon him as he slowly started reaching forward, only to suddenly abandon his mission as soon as he caught the other's gaze upon him. Averting his eyes, Kiku attempted to will away the blush coating his cheeks - which only caused the Grecian to smile and reach over to gently clasp Japan's smaller, more delicate hand. The response received was a small gasp and a bright blush, but Kiku did not pull away. Instead he smiled softly, continuing to flush pink, and delivered three firm squeezes to Greece's hand. 'I Love You.'
6. "The Call" - Regina Spektor "Allen! Allen!" "Allen! Where are you?!" "Allen!" Their voices echoed across the barren battlefield, eyes scanning the dust clouds and debris littering the area frantically, hoping to catch sight of the boy with startling white hair and an everlasting smile. Everything had gone quiet not ten minutes before, and the prophesized savior had since disappeared from sight after fighting with the Millenium Earl. Had he won? Or was he lying somewhere, broken and battered and never to open those beautiful eyes again? "I'm here." Abruptly, Hannah turned around, eyes widening as Allen came into view. He was certainly battered and bruised, that much was certain. Blood was running down from a gash on his forehead, his clothes were torn and the skin that was revealed carried cuts and scrapes of all sizes. He was limping slightly, and if one looked close enough, they would notice that his foot was bent in a slightly odd angle; most likely broken from a fall. Yet despite his tattered uniform and clear expression of pain, there was a smile upon his face and a sparkle in his eyes. "Allen! Oh my god, Allen!" He laughed as they all ran at him - well everyone save from Kanda and Link - his smile only growing bigger as arms were thrown around him and the voices of his family echoed in his ears. It was over. He was home now, safe in their arms, and he was never ever going to leave.
7. "Hot Stuff" - Donna Summer "Oi, Roxy, get me an ice cream bar from the freezer, would yah?" "Yeah, sure..." Without turning around, Roxas reached out to pull the handle on the freezer door, his free hand grasping one of the packages stuffed inside the ice cream box. Backing out of the way in order to close the door, Roxas' back came in contact with a solid body behind him and he nearly jumped out of his own skin. A hand came into view in front of him, pressing itself against the surface of the fridge while the other suddenly snaked around his waist and pulled him against the redhead's bare chest. Roxas' face instantly went red, and he would have tried escaping from the pryo's grasp had it not been for the fact that he could feel Axel's rough fingers through the fabric of his cloak and the other's hot breath against his ear. "Heh, thanks ~" Axel whispered against his ear, before grabbing the ice cream from Roxas' hands and releasing the blonde from his embrace. Snapping out of his little trance, Roxas only had time to turn around and watch a shirtless Axel retreat from the kitchen, flashing him a smirk just as he disappeared around the corner.
8. "Something" - The Beatles His hands are firm, yet gentle as he guides her delicate fingers against the strings, mumbling words of encouragement against the smooth skin of her shoulder. She is sitting with her back against his chest, head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side and a blush painted across her cheeks. There is a slight frown of concentration upon her lips as she watches every movement he makes, trying her best to pay attention to the notes rather than the warmth of his hands and the feel of his heart beating against her back. It is slow and steady, and she begins to wonder to herself, how he could possibly stay so calm during moments like these while her heart is beating like the wings of a hummingbird and she can scarcely breathe. How on Earth does he do it? She is brought back from her thoughts when his gentle voice begins to drift along with the notes he is helping her to play, and oh, how she loves it when he sings... "Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover..." She can't help but smile and relax against him, her eyes closing as his voice grows louder and she can practically hear the smile in his voice. "Somewhere in her smile, she knows that I don't need no other lover..." Her smile can only grow bigger at this point, and it isn't long before she cuts him off by twisting around and delivering a loving kiss to his lips.
9. "The Stripper" - Joe Loss "Of course I can out-strip you, fratello! Just watch and see ~ " "I don't want to watch, Enzo..." Ignoring his younger brother's quiet protest, Enzo stood up in the middle of the room and flashed a grin and a wink in the direction of Yasu and Satu, earning himself a giggle and a hearty thumbs-up. Positioning himself in the middle of their little circle, he began moving his body to some silent tune playing in his head, fingers working to unbutton his shirt in the most attractive way possible. In the corner of his eye he caught Nico slamming the palm of his hand to his forehead, but ignored it in favor of swinging his hips and lifting his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head. Unfortunately, Enzo miscalculated and he soon found himself in a bind to get both his arms and his head free of the shirt. It was at this point when Romano decided to peak into the room, only to find laughing teenagers and a one stumbling around like a chicken with it's head cut off. He frowned, not exactly wanting to know how the hell Enzo managed to get his shirt caught in such a way, so he decided to return to the reason why he had come in the first place rather than ask. "Dinner is ready. And dear god, Nico, help him out before he breaks something."
10. "Dimelo" - Enrique "Antonio, shut up." "¿Dímelo por que estas fuera de mi?" "Seriously, I'm not in the mood. Shut up, or I'll stuff a tomato down your throat and watch you choke on it." Spain's grin only grew larger. "Y al mismo tiempo estas muy dentro ~ " He sang louder with each note, hips beginning to sway to the music and while his fingers worked to peel a carrot Romano had handed him earlier. Beside him, Romano's grip tightened on the knife he was using to slice tomatoes, but he did not move a single inch as Antonio began closing the distance between their bodies. He kept telling himself that yes, it was better to just ignore the fact that Spain was now singing in a very low, sexy voice right next to his ear and he could feel the Spaniard's arms wrapping around his waist - having long since abandoned his task of peeling carrots for the stew simmering atop the stove. Yeah sure, because it made total sense to ignore the feeling of Spain's breath against his neck and the urge to start swaying his own hips right along with him, just to humour him for once. And no. He was not blushing, dammit! "Lovi, you look like a tomato ~ !" Snapping out of whatever haze was beginning to fog around him, Romano rounded on the Spaniard. "WHAT?!" Antonio merely laughed, dancing out of the way of the knife and then suddenly lunging forward to steal a very passionate kiss from his former protege.
supah x nova · Thu Dec 31, 2009 @ 08:34pm · 0 Comments |
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