Eliza here, and I'm officially a college student! I know, I can hardly believe it myself. And, because I love all these different pairings in Hetalia, and I love Bridgit Mendler (and her awesome music), I've decided to do drabbles based off all the songs in her album Hello My Name Is... Also, I recommend listening to the album before reading (preferably acoustically, since she sings way better live). While half of them are (admittedly) Ameripan, there's also Prupan, PruCan, FrUK, GerIta, and AusHun to keep your attention (I think). Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, all history would be related to romance (except wars. Wars aren't sexy). Also, I don't own Bridgit Mendler or Bridgit Mendler's music, but I sing along to it into my hairbrush with pride.

Pairing: Ameripan

Edit: Apparently fanfiction net is retarded and won't let me post my full fucking summary so it looks like I have no idea what I'm typing. But here's the full summary:

Whether you're a blonde, whether you're down on your luck and need to remember you're the city lights... whether all you see is gold, or whether you're so confused you feel like you're in a hurricane-love finds a way. Love tells you where to go. This is how one set of characters find and lose different types of love and, ultimately, find themselves along the way.

Hello My Name Is…

Track 1: "Ready or Not"

"Ready or not, here I come, here I come

You're like a breath of fresh air in my lungs

You and me dance from the night 'till the dawn

Ready or not here I come, boy it's on…"

Usually he was the one to sit on the sidelines, just watching people go out from his spot on the couch. He held people's drinks while they mingled. He held back long hair when the girls were too sick to do it themselves. He watched purses and watched his life go by passively.

He was the designated driver—not by necessity, but by choice.

This time, though, Kiku thought to himself as he looked at how much fun everyone was having at this party, this time, I'm going to have fun alongside them. Maybe not to the point of being completely intoxicated and he couldn't remember things, but he at least wanted to dance with his friends.

And maybe…

Maybe find someone…?

Was his need to finally have someone to like that obvious? Kiku wondered as he kept a lookout for that distinctive sandy blond hair. Hm… no one else seemed to notice he was looking for that person… That one he'd caught staring at him from across the room for a brief moment.

The one who seemed to disappear just after Kiku blushed and noticed that blond hair and those piercing blue eyes.

And it wasn't that Kiku had to see him like his life depended on it. No. This person was going to be the catalyst for this change in attitude. He was the reason Kiku wanted to stand up from the sidelines in the first place. Maybe that's why he just liked him so much, even just from a stare. Kiku liked him so much he felt like he was the honey and he was the bee, following him to see and hear something sweet…

If he could find him, that is.

Getting up from his spot on Gilbert's worn out couch, Kiku started going on the prowl for that blond hair, tired of sitting. After all those times of just watching and listening and not doing, he was finally taking initiative.

All in the act of just finding that one special person.

Where are you? The night is young…

Wandering, looking… he would find this person. He had to talk to him, had to tell him that he was tired of just sitting out. He was emerging from a shell he'd holed himself into all those times, at all those parties he attended. Finally he was growing a spine, and he was going to tell him how he really felt.

Not love at first sight, mind you. But like at first sight. That was a possibility, wasn't it?

And no matter what, whether or not this person wanted him or not, at least Kiku told him.

After what seemed like an hour of looking through the huge crowd and pounding music (really, it'd only been fifteen minutes, but when Kiku was looking for him so desperately time seemed to go even slower), Kiku practically grinned from ear to ear as he noticed the blond pouring himself a helping of the incredibly spiked punch.

Ready or not, here I come…

"Hi," Kiku said before he could tell himself that maybe this wasn't the best idea.

Luckily (or rather, miraculously), the blond looked over at Kiku and practically grinned from ear to ear, making Kiku's heart stop a moment. "Hey," he replied casually, leaning against the table.

Great, what now…? Introduce himself…? "Hello, my name is…" Shit, he'd already said hi! The other would think he was such a spaz…! "… Kiku," he made himself finish.

Nodding, the blond held out his hand. "Alfred," he replied, like he hadn't noticed Kiku's mouth screwing up his introduction.

Kiku nodded as well and took Alfred's hand. It was so warm… "Nice to meet you." By this point, his cheeks were hurting he was smiling so much. He didn't care if it was just an introduction—he'd actually done something productive…! Something that he didn't particularly do because he wanted to. But here… God, did he want to. No one captivated Kiku's attention like Alfred just did. No one made Kiku want to socialize.

And Kiku certainly didn't crush on anyone. But right now… Kiku felt like a schoolgirl, giggling at anything Alfred told him.

"How is that…?" Kiku asked, gesturing to the punch in Alfred's hand.

"Vile." Alfred grinned again. "I'm just holding it, I guess. I definitely don't feel like finishing it."

"So you're just holding it to make it seem like you're having a good time…?" Kiku guessed.

"Who says I'm not having a good time?" Was it just Kiku, or did Alfred move closer to him when he said that? "My night just got a whole lot better, actually."

Blushing profusely at that, Kiku just gave a nervous chuckle. His throat grew dry; what did he want to do again…?

Alfred didn't mean what he just said…

… did he?

Placing the punch down, Alfred shrugged and held out his hand again. "Hey, I know I just met you but… do you want to dance?"

Kiku noticed that there really was music going on in the room. He couldn't hear it over the sound of his heart thumping wildly in his chest.

"It'll be fun," Alfred insisted after a moment.

At that, Kiku cleared his throat and found his voice again, then took Alfred's warm hand in his own. "I'd love to, Alfred."

We'll dance from dusk until dawn….

Hello My Name Is… Kiku.

So I've never really done drabbles before... Hopefully they don't suck as much as I think they do? It's so hard for me to stick to one tangent sometimes... Oh, and it's hard for me to keep things short, too.

Review? They make me happy and you know it.

~Eliza