Edit AN: The pole doesn't seem to be working... So if you can't see it, send me a message with your favorite Canada x Country paring.

AN: Their relationships vary depending on the story: some of them will be family (father-son relationship), and some others will be romantic. But it's definitely not a continuation. Each story is independent. Some of them may even be AU (Alternate Universe).

This will be the case for ALL country x country stories I make: depending on the story, the relationships vary.

SONG 1: Apologize – One Republic

I extended my hands, tears running down my cheeks. "Papaaaaa!" I wailed. "Don't go!" I ran forwards. "Pa-pa!" I hiccupped. I fell down to my knees, splashing in the mud and rain. "Non…" I whimpered. I looked up, and saw his figure, slowly walking away. "Papa…"

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"Canada, please hear me out." He looked at me with pleading eyes.

I slowly turned around and stared back down at the person I had once called Papa. Now that I'm grown up, he seemed so week and frail. I stared coldly at him. He didn't think I'd turn around and say "It's too late to apologize."

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SONG 2: Underwater - Mika

Wind was blowing though my hair. I gripped the wooden wheel tightly, smiling broadly. I tilted my head backwards, leaning against Papa's stomach, and stared up at him, letting out a giggle. Papa had let me take up the wheel. I looked back down as he gently placed his hands on mine and guided my movements. The wind was blowing harder every second, and I knew a storm would arise soon. I look up at the sky; big grey clouds were gathering tightly together. The boat rocked back and forth with the movements of the waves.

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SONG 3: Out of Time Man – Mano Negra

I sat on the bench and bent forward, quietly fiddling with my bouquet of roses. A blush the color of the flowers lit up my cheeks. This was one of our rare rendez-vous's. It was hard finding time to see each other, but when we did they were very fulfilling moments. However, as time silently moved on, I started to have doubts.

My watch ticked on. Now it's nine past 2. He's late. Now it's nine past 3. Long gone the rendez-vous. Now it's nine past 4. No use in waiting anymore.

I walked to his house and rang once. There greeted me a man in pajamas, who was looking surprised.

"You forgot again…" I commented, giving him the roses.

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SONG 4: The Skater's Waltz, Op 183 – Emile Waldteufel (7 minutes long)

"N'ai pas peur" (Don't be afraid) Papa said. But I wouldn't budge from my spot. So he crouched down and picked me up. Then he entered the ice rink, and gently but with swift movements began to skate. I clung tightly onto his neck.

"Tu vois, c'est facile. Tu met un pied devant l'autre, comme quand tu marches." (See, it's easy. You put one foot in front of the other, just like when you're walking)

He twirled me around once, which made me laugh.

"A toi" (Your turn) He put me down, but still held onto me; his hands on my hips.

I took a few tentative and wobbly steps. But after a while managed to walk steadier. Just when I was getting more confident Papa let me go, which surprised me and I almost went stumbling backwards. I turned around as best as I could and sprang back to Papa, holding onto his hips tightly, burying my face. "Ne me lache pas!" (Don't let me go!) I said in a muffled voice.

"D'accord." (Alright) He replied. He took my hand and guided me forwards. We skated for a while hand in hand. As the minutes past, I gained more confidence. We went faster and faster.

At some point he took my other hand and we spun around, laughing and giggling. He picked me up again as we continued to spin and I laughed even louder. When he put me down I boldly dashed off, confident that I could skate by myself. We played a little game of tag, and many other games.

Yet, all fun must end at some point: It was time to go home. I hadn't seen the time go by.

And that was how I learned to skate.

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SONG 5: Le plus beau du quartier – Carla Bruni

"Regardez-moi. Je suis le beau du quartier." (Look at me; I'm the most handsome of this town) France sang, as he slowly crept closer to me, a grin plastered on his face. "J'suis l'bien aimé." (I'm the favorite) He placed a hand on my cheek. I looked down, blushing. "Dès qu'on me voit" (The moment we see me) He moved my face so as to look at me straight in the eyes. I turned even redder. "On se sent tout comme envouté. Comme charmé." (Everyone feels enchanted. As if charmed.) I felt hypnotized by his stare.

"Bien malgré moi, eh." (Despite myself) He let go and swung around, his hands moving to the beat. He walked away, his hips swaying with the movement. "Je suis le plus beau du quartier." (I'm the most handsome of this town) He swatted his hair away with a brisk movement, then turned to face me as he whistled the end of the song.

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SONG 6: No one notices your brand new T-shirt – Raymond & Maria

I sighed. Same routine everyday; get up, have breakfast, go to meetings and be ignored. And then you wonder why I'm late most of the time; I don't want to work in those conditions. I rushed out of my house, a slice of bread in my mouth, trying to put my coat on, with my keys in one hand and Kumakichi in the other. I got in the car and drove off.

When I got there I sat at my usual place and blankly stared at the commotion caused by my brother. The usual. I sighed again.

"Eh, Canada." I turned my head to face France who was genuinely smiling at me. "Tu t'es acheté un nouveau T-shirt?" (Did you buy yourself a new T-shirt?) He asked.

I looked surprised, then grinned from ear to ear "Yeah!"

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SONG 7: (You're The) Devil in Disguise – Elvis Presley

France struggled with the doorknob but it wouldn't open. He anxiously looked over his shoulder. Canada was slowly walking towards him, a grin replaced his usual shy smile.

"And where do you think you're going?" He asked.

France gulped. "Please stop!"

"Oh? But we were just starting to have fun. Isn't that right Kumajirou?" Canada looked towards his polar bear, which was as tall as Canada on all for legs. Imagine if he stud up? The said polar bear growled menacingly at France. Canada looked back and France and said. "He agrees with me."

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SONG 8: Pendant que les champs brûlent - Niagara

I watched as the fields burned and the houses with them. People ran and screamed in fear and rage, but I just stood there, impassive. This is war. You can't expect a happy ending. France had lost. The British were taking over and they we're not coming in peace. We had fought but we just weren't enough.

The flames slowly crept closer to me. Yet I just stood there. No use in doing anything. We tried, and we had lost. England was right. I would become one of his colonies, no matter how much I fought back. The trees swayed back and forth with the harsh push of the wind, which slowly evolved into a storm. The flames started at their roots and slowly climbed the trunk of each tree that stood in it's way.

This is how it will end. We will be engulfed by the flames just like the trees.

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SONG 9: Winterlong –Pixies

I waited for you winter long.

I walked the snowy path to my usual destination: the dock. I would stand there for hours waiting for you to arrive. But you never came. The snowflakes gently landed on my head and shoulders. The cold breeze tainted my nose and cheek red. I snuggled deeper into my scarf.

Where are you? I thought. Why haven't you come yet? Did something happen to you? Or… I stopped. No. I shook my head. That can't be the reason. Papa would never leave me voluntarily. There must be a good reason for him not to come. He would never abandon me.

So, I waited for you winter long.

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SONG 10: Dancing with myself – Billy Idol

I swung my hips to the beat, clapping my hands. I picked up the nearest object, which was a flute and used it as a microphone.

"I'm dancing with myself! Oh oh!" I sang and jumped around, twirling at the same time. "If I had the chance, I'd ask the world to dance!" I spun around once. When the guitar solo came I took my flute guitar style and pretended to play it.

"If had the chance I'd ask the world to dance. IF I HAD THE CHANCE I'D ASK THE WORLD TO DANCE" I yelled, spinning around at the same time, my arms outstretched.

Just then the door opened, and I stopped in my tracks. Papa was there with a camera, smirking at me. "Please continue". He commented.

I simpered and went to sit on my desk chair, staring at the ground, embarrassed.

AN: By the way; ever wonder from whom Canada got his habit of saying "eh"? He got it from France! Except in France "eh" is mostly used to call someone, or used as an interjection. It's the equivalent of "hey!"

Anyways, next up is England.