Shamelessly Stolen From: book-keeper25

Music Meme Rules
1. Put your music player (iPod, MP3, Windows Media Player, etc.) on "shuffle"
2. While the first song plays, write what comes to mind. When the song ends, STOP (You may finish the sentence you're on)
3. Repeat with the next song, until you've written ten stories or story fragments for ten songs

Let's get this party started right!

Streetfight- Headley

Arthur coughed as his brother blew out a cloud of foul smelling smoke from the space next to him. He was rather sure that he'd end up dying from second-hand smoking if the git didn't stop soon... he hated it more than anything, being around his stinking, gross older brother. Scott didn't care about the family, about making sure the groceries were in the refrigerator, that Peter had money for lunch. Oh no, that was all Arthur's job. Scott didn't do shit.

"So tell me, Artie..." Scott took a long drag from his cigarette and eyed Arthur. "I 'ear you've gotten a little bit 'o fun on with someone. Am I right?"

Arthur watched a car drive past the bus stop. "Yes."

"Hmm..." Scott blew out another cloud of smoke. "I also 'ear the lad's a boy.Is that true? Are you gay, Arthur? Are you a fucking faggot?"

The older brother leaned forward so he was right in Arthur's face.

"No brother of mine is gonna be screwing around with another boy, you understand? I-"

There was as sudden roar of an engine and Arthur jumped to his feet as a familiar motorcycle shot up the sidewalk and screeched to a halt next to the bus bench. The rider pulled off his helmet and shook his blonde hair out of his eyes, grinning, and Arthur immediately ran over and jumped on the bike behind him.

Scott stared. "This... this isn't...!"

"Fuck you!" Arthur hollered and gripped the back of Alfred's jacket. The blonde shot Scott the bird and took off, leaving tire marks on the sidewalk. "Thank you, Alfred... take me anywhere but here."

Alfred grinned. "You got it, babe."

Who's There- Smash Mouth

"You really think there's something out there, don't you...?"

Arthur watched Alfred's face as they shot down the winding California road in his pickup truck. The night was beautiful, the sky dotted with stars, and the American had the windows rolled all the way down the cool breeze washed over the both of them. It was easy to think of them as being so tiny and insignificant way out in the middle of nowhere.

"The chances of us being the only living being in the entire universe? In all infinity?" Alfred snorted and looked at Arthur, the moon reflecting off his glasses. "Yeah right! There's gotta be something out there, Arthur. And I'm gonna find it."

The radio played some more static, and Arthur smiled a little, taking Alfred's hand and focusing on the dark road. "I know you will, Alfred."

Don't Jump- Tokio Hotel

"Arthur..."

"Go away..." A shining tear fell down the Britons face. "Alfred. Leave."

"I will not," Alfred took a step forward, and so did Arthur, away from him, and towards the edge of the skyscraper. "Arthur Kirkland, do not do this. It is in no way too late for you... do you understand me?"

"I give up, Al..." Arthur whispered. "I'm so tired... I want this... I want the end. I don't want any more pain."

"Arthur, listen to yourself!" Alfred yelled desperately. "Don't you dare jump and leave me here by myself! Please... just... just take my hand and give it chance... don't jump!"

"You're making this so hard..." Arthur murmured. "Please go."

"No!" Alfred shouted, his breath fogging up in front of him as snow began to fall. "If you jump Arthur... if you jump, I'll jump right after you! I'll do it too."

Arthur's eyes widened. "A-Alfred, I-"

"I can't live without you! I just can't!" Alfred felt his own tears spill down his face. "God. Fuck this shit. Take my hand, Arthur... just step away. Come back to me, we'll make this work."

Arthur stared at his outstretched hand for a while.

And then slowly, he put his hand in Alfred's.

I'm Yours- Jason Mraz

Arthur woke up to the sound of a glass door being opened and then quietly slid shut again. For a moment he didn't know where he was... and then he felt the fluffy pillows all around him, the incredibly soft and comfy blankets strewn around his sprawled out form on the enormous bed. He opened his eyes and looked at the empty spot next to him, feeling the warmth of a body that had just left.

Slowly, the Brit got out of the bed and crossed the beautiful wooden floor and went over the sliding glass doors, seeing his partner outside, sitting in a chair on the balcony that looked over the amazingly blue ocean. Arthur slid the door open and immediately felt the sun on his bare skin, the wood under his feet.

Alfred turned as he walked outside, and Arthur saw that he was holding his guitar. "Mornin' Arthur!" He said cheerfully as Arthur yawned and sat down next to him, wrapping the blanket more firmly around his naked body.

"Good morning, love," Arthur frowned at him. "... I was a little disappointed that you weren't in bed when I woke up..."

"I was going to come right back inside," Alfred promised. "But... I wanted to sing you a song to wake up to?"

Arthur smiled. "Let's hear it then."

Alfred grinned back and propped up his guitar. "Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it, I tried to be chill, but you're so hot that I melted, I fell right through the cracks... now I'm trying to get back..."

When he finished the song, Alfred looked at him softly. "Happy anniversary, Arthur."

Remember When It Rained- Josh Groban

America pushed his soaking wet bangs out of his eyes impatiently, ignoring the heaviness of his drenched clothes as he plowed through the rainy streets of New York. Lights and billboards and signs reflected off of the shiny surfaces that now covered the streets, and as he ran, America's feet shattered the illusion in the puddles.

Where would he be...?

Veering into Central Park, the young nation's breath billowed out in front of him as rivulets of water ran down his face. He darted among the trees, gasping for oxygen and ignoring the terrible stitch in his side. He couldn't call out his name, but that didn't matter, because standing in front of a fountain that was spraying water everywhere even in the downpour overhead, was England.

America stopped a few yards away, panting for air. "E-England... thank... God... I found you..."

England turned to look at him, and America's heart froze. His eyes were so... empty. "... Why did you want me?"

"You ran off after... that..." America gestured obscenely with his hand and came closer. "That thing... look, I just... I couldn't find you, and..."

"Why did you come after me?" England's voice was quiet as America took his shoulders in his hands. "I thought you were mad."

"I was, but..." America met his eyes. "I remembered that it was raining like this exactly three hundred and two years ago... and I wasn't gonna... let you go away again."

England's eyes softened and America moved his hand to brush his wet hair from his face in time for England to stand up on his toes and bring the younger nation in for a kiss. America responded eagerly, crushing their lips together as they stood together, intertwined in the rain, hands running up and down each other's drenched bodies.

It took three hundred years for bitterness to change to love, and neither of them wanted a five minute spat to change that.

Misery Business- Paramore

Alfred ran up to Arthur the minute the bell rang for the next class. "Yo, Artie!"

"My name is Arthur, git," Arthur hissed. "What?"

"I, well, heard what happened..." Alfred gave him a sympathetic look. "The breakup with you and Francis...? I wanted to say sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Arthur snapped, and then sighed. "Forgive me, Alfred. I'm just a bit stingy today. It was a nightmare."

"That's what it sounded like," Alfred shrugged and then chuckled nervously at Arthur's curious look. "We could hear you guys screaming at each other across the building."

Arthur shook his head. "I apologize."

"Whatever," the American laughed a bit nervously. "Hey, I know it's only been a few days, but you and Francis really haven't been speaking lately anyway, so... um, could I interest you in going to get some ice cream or something later? The two of us?"

Arthur looked surprised. "Like a... date?"

"I know it's soon," Alfred quickly said. "But we can go slow and... uh, I've kinda liked you for a while..."

Arthur stared at him for a moment before smiling softly. "Ice cream sounds lovely."

Alfred grinned stupidly after him as he went to his next class and did a small fist pump before catching Francis' eye. It was mean... but...

Alfred stuck his middle finger at him and mouthed, "Your loss, bastard."

Cry Me a River- Michael Buble

"We've got another one," Jones hung up the phone and looked at Kirkland, raising an eyebrow. "Hey. Kirkland, did you hear me?"

"Yes, yes," Kirkland grumbled and swung around in his swivel chair, blowing out a puff of smoke. "I really don't feel like going. How many shredded up bodies do we have to see? The son of a bitch is using a chainsaw, hooray... looking at a tenth body isn't going to help us solve the mystery."

Jones sighed and crossed the room, sitting down on his desk in front of him. "Newsflash- it's our job... and it's the eleventh body, actually."

"You don't want to see another torn up prostitute anymore then I do," Kirkland told him, pinching his cigar between his fingers. "Let's make up an excuse and say we're too busy with another case, hmm?"

"We don't have any other cases, Kirkland," Jones reminded him, frowning. "We've got to solve this one."

"Then we'll make a case," Kirkland smirked and put out his cigar, standing up and leaning forward, his face inches from Jones'. "How about... 'Alfred F. Jones, private vectors violated'?"

Jones grinned and ran a finger down Kirkland's cheek. "... I think that'd be a case worth investigating, Arthur."

Last Man Standing- Bon Jovi

Alfred crept around the security guards, holding his breath until they were out of sight and all he could see in his line of vision were the carnival cages lined up outside of the large tent. He darted past the majority of the cages, seeing lions and elephants and all sorts of animals staring morosely back at him. His heart wrenched. How could people let them live in such misery?

Finally, he came to the last cage and stood in front of it. "... Arthur?"

A pair of toxic green eyes blinked from the shadows in the cage and Alfred waited as Arthur crept forward, cautiously. "Alfred..."

Alfred wrapped his hands around the metal bars of the cage and Arthur came up to them as well, placing his small hands on top of his. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you since last time? I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier, Mom was watching and-"

Arthur shook his head and kissed his hand softly. "We are okay. We missed you."

"I missed you too," Alfred sighed and pressed his forehead against the bars of the cage. "Don't worry though. Matthew and Gilbert are working out a plan to get you out of here."

"You are too good to us, Alfred," Arthur whispered, casting his eyes down. "We are... so happy that we met you."

"I'm glad I met you too," Alfred jumped as he saw the shadow of a man come around the corner. "I have to go! I'll be back, and this time I'll get you out!"

He kissed Arthur's fingers and dashed off, his ears pressed flat against his head while his tail flicked anxiously behind him. Arthur watched him go and wrapped his bare arms around himself.

It was hard being the last human.

For Your Entertainment- Adam Lambert

The bass from the music outside the small room was thumping in a dull, muted rhythm in the walls. The two figures in the bed moved with the beat, a writhing mess of limbs and gasps and moans.

"Mmm..." Arthur sat up, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth as he straddled the others hips, his eyes dark with lust. "Delicious."

Alfred laughed lowly, his voice husky, and grasped Arthur's thighs as his blue eyes raked over the Briton's form. "I must agree..."

"Like what you see?" Arthur spread his arms and allowed Alfred a good look at his slender, milky pale torso, lightly toned with muscles. "... hmm?"

"Oh yes," Alfred licked his lips and ran his palms over his legs and up to trace around his stomach. "Very nice."

Arthur ground his hips against Alfred's and elicited moans from the both of them as their hands immediately went to shed their clothed bottom halves as want overtook them both.

"A-Ah..." Arthur flung his head back as Alfred palmed him, now wearing only his boxers. "Mmm... yeah..."

"You like that, huh?" Alfred fondled him roughly, pressing in all the right places, making the other squirm and buck helplessly into his hand. "It's good, right...?"

"Ooh, yesss..." Arthur breath hissed out in between his teeth. "Nnnm... you are certainly... ah! Entertaining..."

"Entertaining...?" Alfred grinned and flipped them over so he was astride Arthur. "In that case..."

He leaned down so his breath flitted over Arthur's parted lips.

"Let me entertain you 'till you scream..."

I Need Some Sleep- Eels

America stared at the ceiling, feeling England's warm, steady breath leave his arm as the older nation turned over in his sleep, curling up on his side. He looked at him, craning his neck to be able to see him better and took in his messy blonde hair and skin dappled with the moonlight coming in from the window.

Sitting up, America swung his legs out of bed and hunched over, putting his head in his hands. This was all so... so confusing. He couldn't keep doing this. He couldn't keep pretending that those sweet nothings whispered in the heat of their moments together meant something to him. He couldn't forget the time, the fever, and the feelings. He couldn't ever look into England's eyes and ignore the memories of them under him, half-lidded and filled with want and need for something he could give...

America ground the palm of his hand into his eyes. "God..."

The bed shifted, and America assumed England was moving around again, but a slender hand touched his shoulder, and he turned and saw the older nation looking at him, confused. "Are you alright?"

America stared at him. He didn't know how beautiful he was, and would sometimes yell at him for looking at him for too long. "... No."

England looked a little surprised at the blunt statement. "Oh. Would you like to talk about it?"

Yes, America thought. "It's not important," he said aloud.

It was more than important. America couldn't pretend anymore.

He wouldn't.

A/N:
Streetfight: BASICALLY... Alfred's totally a badass who Arthur's in love with. :D

Who's There: My head canon states that Alfred totally loves space. I mean, we get the alien thing, but really now? I bet space is the best thing that ever happened to Al.

Don't Jump: I had this in my head for AGES so when the thing started playing I was like: BOO YA!

I'm Yours: :3 Teehee... self-explanatory.

Remember When It Rained: BEST USUK SONG EVER. LOOK IT UP.

Misery Business: I love picking on FrUK. Suckers.

Cry Me a River: Sexy song... :3 Sherlock based, obviously.

Last Man Standing: I may have to expand this one. I really liked it. If you're confused, Alfred's not human, FYI.

For Your Entertainment: DUDE. I'd make an exception for a UKUS simply for this song... if Arthur was a singer, he'd sound like Adam Lambert. Ditto. Which makes him a seme...? O.o WOW! I hinted at USUK for this one though, because it's a USUK collection...

I Need Some Sleep: Obviously, Alfred thinks his love is one sided and that he and Arthur are just sex-buddies and feels like he's gonna explode. Poor guy... imagine a happy ending, the song ended before I could type one.

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