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DA Music Meme For Writers

1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.

2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.

3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either. Pffft, I’ll take as long as I want! >_>

4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist/

Okay, I’m gunna use Hetalia and my OCs. So 5 of both.

1. Love Me Dead by Ludo(OCs)

The bulky biker gang member wrapped his arms around the succubus, careful to avoid crushing her delicate bat wings. Though the cursed biker knew the succubus was slowly draining him; literally, he couldn’t help but to love her. They both share the same love of death, killing, and others blood on their hands. How could he not lover her?

Plague gripped Malicious’s chin and moved her head upward, catching her pale lips to his. He could feel her drain him at the spot, but he could care less. The moonlight slid through the branches of the dead Oak trees, like small spot lights. Plague pulled away from the kiss, breathing deeply.

“You’re awful,”

“I love you.”

2. Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz(Hetalia)

    Feliciano stood around the massacre of bodies. Blood stained the Italian’s blue uniform. Sunlight trickled through the thick dark grey clouds, washing the battlefield with a warm light, and giving Feliciano a better view of the damage he done. All of the fallen soldiers had their faces blown off, making it imposable to decipher who the body was. No one saw this massacre coming, not even his allies. They all doubted his insanity, they all though he was some useless pasta lover. Well, he showed them, he showed them all! Feliciano smiled his fake smile, which would probably drop the temperature about 10 degrees, much like Ivan’s…He walked over to the body of his greatest ally, Ludwig. Feliciano simply smiled the once glad smile, and whispered.

“I’m useless…but not for long.”

The sun finally parted from the storm clouds, and the future was coming on.

3.House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance(OCs)

“Hey Jess, do you know the myth of Satan’s wolves?” Zack smirked, eyes gleaming.

“That his sins are represented with wolves? Yeah, I knew that.” Jess mused, running a hand through his raven black bangs. “But what does that have to do with anything?” Zack’s playful smile only widen as he pressed a finger to Jessie’s lip, silencing him.

“Listen.”

A wolf’s cry was heard in the distance.

Followed by another.

Jessie rolled his emerald green eyes and chuckled. “Just because you hear the wolfs cry doesn’t mean it’s a sin of Satan’s.” Jessie expected Zack to laugh, but he didn’t.

“”That’s where your wrong Jess…” He paused. “For us being alive is a sin. Living at Satan’s offspring, we are his sin. And for that, those sinful wolves will follow us forever.”

4. Let There Be Rock by AC/DC(Heatlia)

Young Alfred watched with shinning blue eyes as Arthur pulled out some kind of invention.

“WHOA! England! What’s that?” Little Alfred asked excitedly, he loved seeing the stuff England brought from his home.

“This Alfred,” he gestured to the instrument. “Is a guitar.”

“Ooooo!~ Guitar! I want one! Do you have one for me? Do ya? Huh? Huh?!” The blond chattered happily, then his brow furred. “Uhhh…What does a guitar do?” England smiled, a spark in his eye.

“A guitar makes music.” He said. “Watch this.” He grabbed a pick and began strumming the guitar, a calming sound filled the air. America watched England intently with huge sky blue eyes.

“Wow England! That’s really awesome!” Alfred exclaimed. “do you have anything for me…?” The young blond muttered shyly. Arthur tapped his chin thoughtfully, as though he was thinking very hard about it.

“Hmm…I don’t know if you can handle it…” He said, a cunning smirk on his lips. Alfred stood up.

“I can! I know I can handle it! Let me try plllllleeeeeeeease England?” The little blond begged, giving Arthur his best puppy dogs eyes ever, you’d have to be heartless to say no it. England’s smile never faltered.

“If you say so.” England reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of finely carved wooden sticks. Alfred tilted his head.

“This doesn’t look like music…” He frowned. But England wasn’t finished, he also pulled out a few pots and pan that were mostly used for cooking.

“Alright America, use these drum sticks and hit the pots with them.” England said, and handed the two sticks to the child. The young blond took the sticks quizzingly and hit one of the pans with them. And as he did, Arthur played a cored on the guitar. Alfred’s blue eyes lit up.

“”Uwah! So cool!” He chirped. England smiled with approval and ruffled his younger brother’s golden blond hair. And with that playful smile he said.

“Let there be rock.”

5. Cancer by My Chemical Romance(OCs)

Zack couldn’t believe this was really happening. He sat by his best friend’s….more of a lover’s hospital bed. Zack cringed at the sight. Jess’s skin, now deathly pale, his bones could be seen jetting out of his skin. Lips dry and cracked. Once bright emerald green eyes, that were envied by the forest, are now dulled to a rotting green, like moss.

Zack placed his face in the palms of his hands and cried. His love was dying…of heart cancer…

When Jessie got his heart transplanted when he was transformed into a Messenger, the other’s heart must have had a tumor. Jess has been living with the dreaded tumor for years now, unknowingly. He was so young too… Zack sobbed. The teen then felt a tug at his arm, he looked up, eyeliner smudged with tears. Jessie grinned weakly.

“Hey…don’t say good bye to me like that…I want to die with you smiling.” Zack shook his head.

“How could I smile if my only love his dying!” He cried, his green bangs flinging in front of his vision. Jessie weakly intertwined his fingers with Zack’s fingerless gloved ones.

“The hardest part of this…is leaving you…” Jess murmured sadly, Zack could practically feel Jess slip away from him ever second, but with all the strength in the world, he managed to smile. Just for his lover.

“I know…” Zack whispered, he lean down and pressed his lips to Jessie’s, for the last time. When Death’s grasp clutched Jessie’s soul, and brought him to, the eternal rest.

6. Happy Together by Simple Plan(Hetalia)

Two young adolescents, hand in hand skipped through a field of multicolored flowers and plants.

“Hey! Latvia! You wanna see a trick?” The younger one; Sealand asked. The red clad boy, frowned slightly shaking.

“I w-won’t get hurt? R-right?” Lativa asked, unsure. Sealand laughed.

“Of course you won’t! We’re in a field of flowers! Flowers don’t hurt!” The blond paused. When he and Latvia 1st met, Latvia stabbed him with a flower on his collar bone. “Erm…usually?” Sealand brought his smile back.

“Okay, put your hand in mine.” Sealand ordered, Latvia raised his shaky hands and the smaller nation grabbed his hands with an iron grip. Surprised the silver hair boy to stop shaking for half a second.

“Wh-wha-What??” He stuttered, shocked.

“Here comes the best part! See if you can keep up!” Sealand giggled, he ran in a circle dragging the other with him. They ran in a circle together, kicking up flowers and clumps of dirt. Latvia cracked open one of  his tightly shut eyes (funny, he doesn’t even remember closing them in the 1st place) and he was greeted with the kind warm smile of Sealand.

“Awesome right?” He grinned. Latvia couldn’t help but to smile back. Sealand always manage to put him in a good mood. He made him forget about Russia bothering him, getting eaten by sheep, and pieces of ceiling falling on him. Hell, Sealand almost made him forget about wanting to be independent. Almost.

“Very much, Sea-kun.” Latvia grinned back. That’s when he felt his hands slip from Sealand’s grasp. The Latvian went flying into a pile of flower petals and leaves. The silver haired boy looked around dizzily. Sealand laughed aloud.

“Told ya it was awesome!” He shouted excitedly. The small nation then ran and jumped into the piles of plants with Latvia. “We should do this some time again, right?” Latvia thought about this a moment, while picking flower petals out of his hair. He smiled a little shoulders shaking.

“Y-yeah we s-should.”  They both loved each other’s company, they were…happy together.

7. The Delicious Tomato Song by Namikawa Daisuke (South Italy, Romano.)(OCs) (Oh gawd this will be fun! XD)

“Oi Jessie! You managed to harvest of helluva lotta tomatoes this year!” Zack snickered. Jessie put his hands on his hip.

“Damn right I was!” Jessie tossed a tomato to Zack, who smashed it over a pizza, licking the pulp off his fingers. The black haired messenger grinned, which quickly faltered. Zack tilted his head, his green bangs coving his eyes.

“Whats wrong?”

“Hamelle, Baru, and Tips…all they eat his cake and sweets…” Jess murmured.

“Well, tomatoes make us more, more MACHO!” Zack said flexing his nonexistent bulging muscles.

“Yeah I guess your----AHHHH! IT’S THE BONEGRINDER!” Jessie shouted, hiding in Zack’s shirt. “Don’t leave me alone with that jackass…” Zack scowled at the Bonegrinder, his icy blue eyes narrowed. He grabbed one of Jess’s tomatoes, and threw it at the Bonegrinder, nailing him in the stomach.

“What the….?” Dylan wondered, looking at the juicy red stain in his shirt. Zack then pulled Jessie out of his shirt.

“C’mon we can take him!” Jessie, grabbed an armful of tomatoes and began pelting Dylan with them.

“Buono tomato! Buono tomato! Buono, buono, OH tomato!” Both Zack and Jessie sang, the two continued to throw the tomatoes at the Bonegrinder until he was just a pile of red pulp. Jess and Zack looked at each other tiredly, they yawned and fell asleep on each other. Zack on top of course. Hannibal looked at the tomato graveyard, red pulp splattered in all directions. He smiled through the mask over his mouth. What ever those guys were on, he wanted part of it.

8. Ride the Lightning by Metallica

           Alfred’s light blue eyes were alive with rage. “Commie bastard.”  He spat.

“Capitalist pig.” The calm voice answered. Lightning lit up the sky, which was followed by an explosive BOOM. Rain pelted the two powerhouse nations, like shards of glass. The stench of death and gunpowder hung in the air like lingering smog. But that didn’t effect the two nation’s breathing. America let out a throaty growl and with a roar he charged at Russia with his pistol, which was out of bullets. Ivan kept his calm smile, but charged at America with his crowbar-faucet hybrid weapon. As the two weapons collided, a bolt of purple lightning flashed across the sky, both parties were able to see the others face.

The rain caused their hair to stick down on their foreheads, their clothes got soaked into sticking to their skin as well. Alfred squinted through cracked glasses, the rain and poor eye site surely did no help for him. Ivan then brought the faucet down Alfred’s rib cage causing blood to trickle over his mouth. He scowled at the Russian, his frosty blue eyes never leaving the other’s lavender purple ones.

“F-fuck y-you…” America managed to say though ragged breaths; he clutched his rib cage tenderly. Ivan’s smile never faltered.

“I looks like your at your limit America, da?” He said with a kind smile, his scarf blowing in the harsh wind. Though Alfred knew that smile was a joke, this man was not kind, nor sane. The American grabbed his pistol and smacked it into Russia’s hip. Ivan’s smile wavered slightly.

“I’m not going to lose to a Commie like you…” Alfred snarled, wiping the blood from his mouth. He steadily got to his feet, lifting up his rain soaked pistol. “I’m not going to LOSE!” He ran forward again, the two weapons clashed again. A bolt of lightning shook the earth. Alfred’s weapon went flying over the edge. Ivan pulled out a gun from his thick coat pocket.

“Now its time to die, Alfred.”

A single shot rang out over the wind, rain, and lightning.

9. Bleed it Out by Linkin Park

He dragged the razor over his wrist. Hissing at the quick pain, this was quickly consumed by numbness. Blood splattered on the ivory white tiles of the bathroom. The teen sighed at the release the razor brought him. He spilled his emotions, his pain, his betrayal along with the blood. It was comforting. Which is why he named his demon self after his little sin.

Razor Blade.

But the thin razor blade didn’t spill enough of himself fast enough. The black and green haired teen shakily sat up and exited the bathroom. The teen ran his hand over the walls as he made his way to the kitchen, leaving a trail of blood on the walls.

He approached the kitchen and opened the silverware drawer, and pulled out a very pretty steak knife. I’ll look prettier with a little more color… He grabbed the knife and dragged it up his arm to his elbow. Whimpering at the pain, he deserved this punishment.

With a knife in one hand and a razor blade in the other, he could finally get what he deserved. He dragged the razor down the inside of his arm scratching letters that spelled out “Fuck up” on his arm. He will forever be known as one, even in death. He caused so much pain to everyone around him, and finding out is boyfriend was a traitor, even after his best friend warned him. It was too much to bare. He wanted to die. He wanted his sinful blood to stain his own house.

The Teen brought the knife to his throat and took a deep breath. A slice through the juggle vein should end it….

SLICE

“ACK!” The teen gasped, clutching his stinging throat. He had cut to low; he missed the juggler vein. Making a slight gurgling sound the teen steadied himself down, his back against the oven. The black and green haired teenager looked at his shirt, dark crimson blood soaked into his shirt, making the green biohazard symbol look distorted. He could help but let out a gurgle chuckle.

At least I’m dying from lost of blood… He liked the idea of his emotions and pain escaping his body as he died. Right as he was about to pass out, a voice called him.

“Zack? ZACK?! What happened? What did you do?? Oh god…there is so much blood!”

Jessie…he never been good at coming to the right place at the right time. He’s always late…

10. L’s Theme from Death Note(Hetalia)

Japan hugged his knees close to his chest. Bringing a forkful of cake into his mouth and eating it.

“Germany, there is a 96% that you may in fact be Kira…” Germany looked around, slightly nervous, he hide the black notebook in his jacket pocket. Not as planned….

“Well, I like, totally think Germany is innocent!” Poland said (Why do I find that ironic?)

“Doitsu! Doitsu! I love you!~ And I’ll do anything for you!~” Italy shouted, twirling his pigtails.

Japan looked at Germany, when suddenly a note fell out of the Kira---I mean German’s pocket. Japan picked up the note and held it with only his index fingers and thumbs.

“‘Nihon, did you know Shinigami love Tomatoes…’ What thats suppose to mean?” That’s when two strange creatures emerged from the walls. One had dark brown hair and wore all black, the other had lighter brown hair with a curl, he wore all bones.

“Did someone say ‘tomatoes’~?” The black clad god of death asked.

“Erm, there are no tomatoes here…” Japan stated. The bone shinigami rolled his eyes.

“Dammit Spain, you thick-headed bastard! This is the 3rd time you thought someone said tomato.” He ranted.

**~Later that Night~**

“Heh heh heh, They’ll never know I’m Kira,” Germany chuckled. “I’m write names with my right hand and do paper work with my left hand….I’ll take a wurst”  to deep breaths. “AND EAT IT!!” glitter, or some kind of shinny confetti burst from the sausage.

“That was a little dramatic…” Shinigami Spain mused, taking a juicy bite of a tomato.

But little did they know, only Prussia could make wurst sparkle like that…

**~After Japan…L…whatever’s death~**

“There is NO WAY I’m working with that twat!” England seethed, pointing to France who was innocently playing with possibly a new sex toy.

“Awww, but I don’t mind working together with you~” He replied, playing with the kinky toy suggestively.

“WELL I MIND! Stupid git!” England shouted angrily.

“Well, both of you have to learn how to get along some time, aru.” China replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay,” France said.

“NEVER!” You could almost see England’s eye brows burst into flames from such anger.

China sighed. Man, I hate kids… “Well, only you two together can stop Kira, aru.” England got up, and walked out the door. “Where are you going, aru?”

“I’m leaving, I’m going to catch Kira by myself…I don’t need any f your guys help!” England scoffed and walked out the door.

**~Years later~**

A speedy red car, shot down the road. Other cars ether pulled out of the way or honked at the reckless driver. The red car drifted to a halt, a circle of black cars surround the red one.

“Damn…that cars got a head of me huh? How many damn body guards does one Austrian need?” The man got out of the car, a lit cigarette dangling form his lips.

“Okay, you got me…I’m part of this whole kidnapping scheme,” America smirked. The police raised their guns. “You won’t shoot----”

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM......BAM.

Multiple shoots impaled America’s chest, the blond haired man fells backward, his head slamming against his car. The lit cigarette that hung at his lips, fell and was extinguished by the blood on his shirt.

“Tck, what an idiot.” Prussia said. “The fool was not match for my AWESOME 5 METERS!”

*~*

England looked at his mini TV in his car. His brows furred and a frown tugged at his lips.

“I’m sorry America…I didn’t think you’ll be killed…”

**~The wrap up~**

Austria killed England with a piece of the Death Note hidden in his tidy whiteys.

Russia sakujo’d  Austria and a butch of other people.

Shinigami Romano died saving North Italy’s life, which was in vein because he letter killed himself after Germany was shot a zillion times by Poland and was later killed by Shinigami Spain.

Also Latvia was eaten by a sheep.

And Poland and France were the only people who lived.

THE END!!!!11one!!

:P (Lick) — Description
DA Music Meme For Writers

1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.

2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.

3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either. Pffft, I’ll take as long as I want! >_>

4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist/

Okay, I’m gunna use Hetalia and my OCs. So 5 of both.

1. Love Me Dead by Ludo(OCs)

The bulky biker gang member wrapped his arms around the succubus, careful to avoid crushing her delicate bat wings. Though the cursed biker knew the succubus was slowly draining him; literally, he couldn’t help but to love her. They both share the same love of death, killing, and others blood on their hands. How could he not lover her?

Plague gripped Malicious’s chin and moved her head upward, catching her pale lips to his. He could feel her drain him at the spot, but he could care less. The moonlight slid through the branches of the dead Oak trees, like small spot lights. Plague pulled away from the kiss, breathing deeply.

“You’re awful,”

“I love you.”

2. Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz(Hetalia)

    Feliciano stood around the massacre of bodies. Blood stained the Italian’s blue uniform. Sunlight trickled through the thick dark grey clouds, washing the battlefield with a warm light, and giving Feliciano a better view of the damage he done. All of the fallen soldiers had their faces blown off, making it imposable to decipher who the body was. No one saw this massacre coming, not even his allies. They all doubted his insanity, they all though he was some useless pasta lover. Well, he showed them, he showed them all! Feliciano smiled his fake smile, which would probably drop the temperature about 10 degrees, much like Ivan’s…He walked over to the body of his greatest ally, Ludwig. Feliciano simply smiled the once glad smile, and whispered.

“I’m useless…but not for long.”

The sun finally parted from the storm clouds, and the future was coming on.

3.House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance(OCs)

“Hey Jess, do you know the myth of Satan’s wolves?” Zack smirked, eyes gleaming.

“That his sins are represented with wolves? Yeah, I knew that.” Jess mused, running a hand through his raven black bangs. “But what does that have to do with anything?” Zack’s playful smile only widen as he pressed a finger to Jessie’s lip, silencing him.

“Listen.”

A wolf’s cry was heard in the distance.

Followed by another.

Jessie rolled his emerald green eyes and chuckled. “Just because you hear the wolfs cry doesn’t mean it’s a sin of Satan’s.” Jessie expected Zack to laugh, but he didn’t.

“”That’s where your wrong Jess…” He paused. “For us being alive is a sin. Living at Satan’s offspring, we are his sin. And for that, those sinful wolves will follow us forever.”

4. Let There Be Rock by AC/DC(Heatlia)

Young Alfred watched with shinning blue eyes as Arthur pulled out some kind of invention.

“WHOA! England! What’s that?” Little Alfred asked excitedly, he loved seeing the stuff England brought from his home.

“This Alfred,” he gestured to the instrument. “Is a guitar.”

“Ooooo!~ Guitar! I want one! Do you have one for me? Do ya? Huh? Huh?!” The blond chattered happily, then his brow furred. “Uhhh…What does a guitar do?” England smiled, a spark in his eye.

“A guitar makes music.” He said. “Watch this.” He grabbed a pick and began strumming the guitar, a calming sound filled the air. America watched England intently with huge sky blue eyes.

“Wow England! That’s really awesome!” Alfred exclaimed. “do you have anything for me…?” The young blond muttered shyly. Arthur tapped his chin thoughtfully, as though he was thinking very hard about it.

“Hmm…I don’t know if you can handle it…” He said, a cunning smirk on his lips. Alfred stood up.

“I can! I know I can handle it! Let me try plllllleeeeeeeease England?” The little blond begged, giving Arthur his best puppy dogs eyes ever, you’d have to be heartless to say no it. England’s smile never faltered.

“If you say so.” England reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of finely carved wooden sticks. Alfred tilted his head.

“This doesn’t look like music…” He frowned. But England wasn’t finished, he also pulled out a few pots and pan that were mostly used for cooking.

“Alright America, use these drum sticks and hit the pots with them.” England said, and handed the two sticks to the child. The young blond took the sticks quizzingly and hit one of the pans with them. And as he did, Arthur played a cored on the guitar. Alfred’s blue eyes lit up.

“”Uwah! So cool!” He chirped. England smiled with approval and ruffled his younger brother’s golden blond hair. And with that playful smile he said.

“Let there be rock.”

5. Cancer by My Chemical Romance(OCs)

Zack couldn’t believe this was really happening. He sat by his best friend’s….more of a lover’s hospital bed. Zack cringed at the sight. Jess’s skin, now deathly pale, his bones could be seen jetting out of his skin. Lips dry and cracked. Once bright emerald green eyes, that were envied by the forest, are now dulled to a rotting green, like moss.

Zack placed his face in the palms of his hands and cried. His love was dying…of heart cancer…

When Jessie got his heart transplanted when he was transformed into a Messenger, the other’s heart must have had a tumor. Jess has been living with the dreaded tumor for years now, unknowingly. He was so young too… Zack sobbed. The teen then felt a tug at his arm, he looked up, eyeliner smudged with tears. Jessie grinned weakly.

“Hey…don’t say good bye to me like that…I want to die with you smiling.” Zack shook his head.

“How could I smile if my only love his dying!” He cried, his green bangs flinging in front of his vision. Jessie weakly intertwined his fingers with Zack’s fingerless gloved ones.

“The hardest part of this…is leaving you…” Jess murmured sadly, Zack could practically feel Jess slip away from him ever second, but with all the strength in the world, he managed to smile. Just for his lover.

“I know…” Zack whispered, he lean down and pressed his lips to Jessie’s, for the last time. When Death’s grasp clutched Jessie’s soul, and brought him to, the eternal rest.

6. Happy Together by Simple Plan(Hetalia)

Two young adolescents, hand in hand skipped through a field of multicolored flowers and plants.

“Hey! Latvia! You wanna see a trick?” The younger one; Sealand asked. The red clad boy, frowned slightly shaking.

“I w-won’t get hurt? R-right?” Lativa asked, unsure. Sealand laughed.

“Of course you won’t! We’re in a field of flowers! Flowers don’t hurt!” The blond paused. When he and Latvia 1st met, Latvia stabbed him with a flower on his collar bone. “Erm…usually?” Sealand brought his smile back.

“Okay, put your hand in mine.” Sealand ordered, Latvia raised his shaky hands and the smaller nation grabbed his hands with an iron grip. Surprised the silver hair boy to stop shaking for half a second.

“Wh-wha-What??” He stuttered, shocked.

“Here comes the best part! See if you can keep up!” Sealand giggled, he ran in a circle dragging the other with him. They ran in a circle together, kicking up flowers and clumps of dirt. Latvia cracked open one of  his tightly shut eyes (funny, he doesn’t even remember closing them in the 1st place) and he was greeted with the kind warm smile of Sealand.

“Awesome right?” He grinned. Latvia couldn’t help but to smile back. Sealand always manage to put him in a good mood. He made him forget about Russia bothering him, getting eaten by sheep, and pieces of ceiling falling on him. Hell, Sealand almost made him forget about wanting to be independent. Almost.

“Very much, Sea-kun.” Latvia grinned back. That’s when he felt his hands slip from Sealand’s grasp. The Latvian went flying into a pile of flower petals and leaves. The silver haired boy looked around dizzily. Sealand laughed aloud.

“Told ya it was awesome!” He shouted excitedly. The small nation then ran and jumped into the piles of plants with Latvia. “We should do this some time again, right?” Latvia thought about this a moment, while picking flower petals out of his hair. He smiled a little shoulders shaking.

“Y-yeah we s-should.”  They both loved each other’s company, they were…happy together.

7. The Delicious Tomato Song by Namikawa Daisuke (South Italy, Romano.)(OCs) (Oh gawd this will be fun! XD)

“Oi Jessie! You managed to harvest of helluva lotta tomatoes this year!” Zack snickered. Jessie put his hands on his hip.

“Damn right I was!” Jessie tossed a tomato to Zack, who smashed it over a pizza, licking the pulp off his fingers. The black haired messenger grinned, which quickly faltered. Zack tilted his head, his green bangs coving his eyes.

“Whats wrong?”

“Hamelle, Baru, and Tips…all they eat his cake and sweets…” Jess murmured.

“Well, tomatoes make us more, more MACHO!” Zack said flexing his nonexistent bulging muscles.

“Yeah I guess your----AHHHH! IT’S THE BONEGRINDER!” Jessie shouted, hiding in Zack’s shirt. “Don’t leave me alone with that jackass…” Zack scowled at the Bonegrinder, his icy blue eyes narrowed. He grabbed one of Jess’s tomatoes, and threw it at the Bonegrinder, nailing him in the stomach.

“What the….?” Dylan wondered, looking at the juicy red stain in his shirt. Zack then pulled Jessie out of his shirt.

“C’mon we can take him!” Jessie, grabbed an armful of tomatoes and began pelting Dylan with them.

“Buono tomato! Buono tomato! Buono, buono, OH tomato!” Both Zack and Jessie sang, the two continued to throw the tomatoes at the Bonegrinder until he was just a pile of red pulp. Jess and Zack looked at each other tiredly, they yawned and fell asleep on each other. Zack on top of course. Hannibal looked at the tomato graveyard, red pulp splattered in all directions. He smiled through the mask over his mouth. What ever those guys were on, he wanted part of it.

8. Ride the Lightning by Metallica

           Alfred’s light blue eyes were alive with rage. “Commie bastard.”  He spat.

“Capitalist pig.” The calm voice answered. Lightning lit up the sky, which was followed by an explosive BOOM. Rain pelted the two powerhouse nations, like shards of glass. The stench of death and gunpowder hung in the air like lingering smog. But that didn’t effect the two nation’s breathing. America let out a throaty growl and with a roar he charged at Russia with his pistol, which was out of bullets. Ivan kept his calm smile, but charged at America with his crowbar-faucet hybrid weapon. As the two weapons collided, a bolt of purple lightning flashed across the sky, both parties were able to see the others face.

The rain caused their hair to stick down on their foreheads, their clothes got soaked into sticking to their skin as well. Alfred squinted through cracked glasses, the rain and poor eye site surely did no help for him. Ivan then brought the faucet down Alfred’s rib cage causing blood to trickle over his mouth. He scowled at the Russian, his frosty blue eyes never leaving the other’s lavender purple ones.

“F-fuck y-you…” America managed to say though ragged breaths; he clutched his rib cage tenderly. Ivan’s smile never faltered.

“I looks like your at your limit America, da?” He said with a kind smile, his scarf blowing in the harsh wind. Though Alfred knew that smile was a joke, this man was not kind, nor sane. The American grabbed his pistol and smacked it into Russia’s hip. Ivan’s smile wavered slightly.

“I’m not going to lose to a Commie like you…” Alfred snarled, wiping the blood from his mouth. He steadily got to his feet, lifting up his rain soaked pistol. “I’m not going to LOSE!” He ran forward again, the two weapons clashed again. A bolt of lightning shook the earth. Alfred’s weapon went flying over the edge. Ivan pulled out a gun from his thick coat pocket.

“Now its time to die, Alfred.”

A single shot rang out over the wind, rain, and lightning.

9. Bleed it Out by Linkin Park

He dragged the razor over his wrist. Hissing at the quick pain, this was quickly consumed by numbness. Blood splattered on the ivory white tiles of the bathroom. The teen sighed at the release the razor brought him. He spilled his emotions, his pain, his betrayal along with the blood. It was comforting. Which is why he named his demon self after his little sin.

Razor Blade.

But the thin razor blade didn’t spill enough of himself fast enough. The black and green haired teen shakily sat up and exited the bathroom. The teen ran his hand over the walls as he made his way to the kitchen, leaving a trail of blood on the walls.

He approached the kitchen and opened the silverware drawer, and pulled out a very pretty steak knife. I’ll look prettier with a little more color… He grabbed the knife and dragged it up his arm to his elbow. Whimpering at the pain, he deserved this punishment.

With a knife in one hand and a razor blade in the other, he could finally get what he deserved. He dragged the razor down the inside of his arm scratching letters that spelled out “Fuck up” on his arm. He will forever be known as one, even in death. He caused so much pain to everyone around him, and finding out is boyfriend was a traitor, even after his best friend warned him. It was too much to bare. He wanted to die. He wanted his sinful blood to stain his own house.

The Teen brought the knife to his throat and took a deep breath. A slice through the juggle vein should end it….

SLICE

“ACK!” The teen gasped, clutching his stinging throat. He had cut to low; he missed the juggler vein. Making a slight gurgling sound the teen steadied himself down, his back against the oven. The black and green haired teenager looked at his shirt, dark crimson blood soaked into his shirt, making the green biohazard symbol look distorted. He could help but let out a gurgle chuckle.

At least I’m dying from lost of blood… He liked the idea of his emotions and pain escaping his body as he died. Right as he was about to pass out, a voice called him.

“Zack? ZACK?! What happened? What did you do?? Oh god…there is so much blood!”

Jessie…he never been good at coming to the right place at the right time. He’s always late…

10. L’s Theme from Death Note(Hetalia)

Japan hugged his knees close to his chest. Bringing a forkful of cake into his mouth and eating it.

“Germany, there is a 96% that you may in fact be Kira…” Germany looked around, slightly nervous, he hide the black notebook in his jacket pocket. Not as planned….

“Well, I like, totally think Germany is innocent!” Poland said (Why do I find that ironic?)

“Doitsu! Doitsu! I love you!~ And I’ll do anything for you!~” Italy shouted, twirling his pigtails.

Japan looked at Germany, when suddenly a note fell out of the Kira---I mean German’s pocket. Japan picked up the note and held it with only his index fingers and thumbs.

“‘Nihon, did you know Shinigami love Tomatoes…’ What thats suppose to mean?” That’s when two strange creatures emerged from the walls. One had dark brown hair and wore all black, the other had lighter brown hair with a curl, he wore all bones.

“Did someone say ‘tomatoes’~?” The black clad god of death asked.

“Erm, there are no tomatoes here…” Japan stated. The bone shinigami rolled his eyes.

“Dammit Spain, you thick-headed bastard! This is the 3rd time you thought someone said tomato.” He ranted.

**~Later that Night~**

“Heh heh heh, They’ll never know I’m Kira,” Germany chuckled. “I’m write names with my right hand and do paper work with my left hand….I’ll take a wurst”  to deep breaths. “AND EAT IT!!” glitter, or some kind of shinny confetti burst from the sausage.

“That was a little dramatic…” Shinigami Spain mused, taking a juicy bite of a tomato.

But little did they know, only Prussia could make wurst sparkle like that…

**~After Japan…L…whatever’s death~**

“There is NO WAY I’m working with that twat!” England seethed, pointing to France who was innocently playing with possibly a new sex toy.

“Awww, but I don’t mind working together with you~” He replied, playing with the kinky toy suggestively.

“WELL I MIND! Stupid git!” England shouted angrily.

“Well, both of you have to learn how to get along some time, aru.” China replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay,” France said.

“NEVER!” You could almost see England’s eye brows burst into flames from such anger.

China sighed. Man, I hate kids… “Well, only you two together can stop Kira, aru.” England got up, and walked out the door. “Where are you going, aru?”

“I’m leaving, I’m going to catch Kira by myself…I don’t need any f your guys help!” England scoffed and walked out the door.

**~Years later~**

A speedy red car, shot down the road. Other cars ether pulled out of the way or honked at the reckless driver. The red car drifted to a halt, a circle of black cars surround the red one.

“Damn…that cars got a head of me huh? How many damn body guards does one Austrian need?” The man got out of the car, a lit cigarette dangling form his lips.

“Okay, you got me…I’m part of this whole kidnapping scheme,” America smirked. The police raised their guns. “You won’t shoot----”

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM......BAM.

Multiple shoots impaled America’s chest, the blond haired man fells backward, his head slamming against his car. The lit cigarette that hung at his lips, fell and was extinguished by the blood on his shirt.

“Tck, what an idiot.” Prussia said. “The fool was not match for my AWESOME 5 METERS!”

*~*

England looked at his mini TV in his car. His brows furred and a frown tugged at his lips.

“I’m sorry America…I didn’t think you’ll be killed…”

**~The wrap up~**

Austria killed England with a piece of the Death Note hidden in his tidy whiteys.

Russia sakujo’d  Austria and a butch of other people.

Shinigami Romano died saving North Italy’s life, which was in vein because he letter killed himself after Germany was shot a zillion times by Poland and was later killed by Shinigami Spain.

Also Latvia was eaten by a sheep.

And Poland and France were the only people who lived.

THE END!!!!11one!!