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If I was just another dusty record on the shelf
Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else
If I asked you to scratch my back, could you manage that?
Like it read well, check it, Travie, I can handle that

You opened up the window, sticking out your head to find the source of the music. It had streamed into your ears late at night, and you had finally broken down to try to find its source. Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heros drifted towards you, making you smile. Another voice called your name, "_____?" You looked down onto your back lawn to see Arthur Kirkland. In his grasp, held high above his heads, was a big old fashioned stereo. Your eyes widened.

It was cheesy as hell. It was classic. It was... Arthur. You grinned wider than you thought possible, and jumped out the window, scaring him half to death. But you landed on your feet, as you had done it many times before. Arthur set the boom box down and you hugged him tightly. He pulled back, taking his class ring in one hand and displaying it to you, "What do you say, love? Want to be my girl? Will you wear my ring?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and felt completely lost for words. Reaching into your shirt you pulled out a small silver chain and unclasped it. After slipping the ring onto the chain, Arthur helped you put it back on. You turned back to him, and he kissed you quickly. It still managed to make you feel lightheaded. He smiled down at you, "Good night, love."

"Night, Arthur." you said, waving as he walked off with the stereo on his shoulder.

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks
It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks
I used to used to used to used to, now I'm over that
Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts

You sat on a park bench with Arthur, just holding his hand. Despite his being punk, he had been very gentlemanly, allowing you to move at a slow pace in the relationship. Then his grip on your hand suddenly turned deadly. "Arthur?" you asked. "What's wrong?"

"How could you tell?" he asked looking at you in surprise. You gestured to your hand and he loosened his grip immediately, "Sorry, love."

"So..." you said, staring at him. "What is it?"

He frowned, "That girl over there. She broke my heart. I didn't see what she was until it was too late." You followed his gaze. There was a girl fawning over some group of guys, who were mostly concerned with her rack.

You squeezed his hand. "She doesn't deserve you. You're so much better than that." you said, watching her gaze fall on Arthur. Her eyes lit up, and you asked, "Want to make her jealous?"

"She's not into me." he said, frowning.

You shook your head. "I know her type. She wants whatever she can't have." Arthur nodded, processing this, when you pulled his face towards your own, kissing him. You twined your fingers in his soft blond locks and his free arm snaked around you waist, bringing you closer to him.

When the two of you broke apart for air you had completely forgotten the reason for kissing, and you not noticing the girl again only made her more furious.

If I was an old-school, fifty pound boombox
Would you hold me on your shoulder, wherever you walk
Would you turn my volume up in front of the cops
And crank it higher every time they told you to stop

Arthur was taking you out in the middle of the night, and you had no clue as to why. Eventually you to ended up in the train yard with the boom box up on his shoulder and a bag in his hand. "Arthur, what are we doing?" you asked.

"Tagging. You okay with that? You don't have to do anything, you can just watch. This is just a part of my life, and I want you to be able to see it." he said, turning to you.

You smiled, "I want to try. I love graffiti. Some of it is spectacular." He nodded, a grin spreading across his face.

"What do you want as an alias? Mine's Iggy." Arthur said, shaking up a spray can.

Your eyes widened. "You're Iggy?" He nodded. "That Iggy?" you asked pointing to the tag on the water tower. It was beautiful, almost like a commissioned mural, and no one had the heart to take it down. He nodded again. You nodded. "Huh."


You said, "You just got at least twice as sexy."

And all I ask is that you don't get mad at me
When you have to purchase mad D batteries
Appreciate every mixtape your friends make
You never know, we come and go like on the interstate

You were at a restaurant with Arthur. Actually, you were surprised, the place was really high end. You were kind of glad you had decided to throw on something fancy for your date. But you were feeling insecure. Arthur was staring at the waitress, and you were worried.

You see, her rack was huge. Yours wasn't anything to sneeze at, but this girl's made bouncing noises as she walked. That could have been your imagination, however. Finally, after you had ordered you asked, "Arthur, why were you staring at the waitress?"

"Oh, was it that noticeable?" he asked looking disappointed.

Your heart sank, "So you were staring."

"How could I not?" he asked. Then he leaned forward and said really quietly, "I mean, did you see that zit? It's gigantic!" You grinned, and he asked, "What?" innocently.

You shook your head in disbelief, "You're amazing."

I think finally found a note to make you understand
If you can hit it, sing along and take me by the hand
T' keep me stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you

It was your senior prom, and you and Arthur had gone all out. You were wearing a perfect (f/c) dress that accented your figure, and Arthur had a black tux with a small flower in his pocket that matched your dress.

As always, they had some horrible DJ, but then your song drifted out over the room from the speakers. Tears pricked in your eyes and he led you to the center of the dance floor. You two were the only ones slow dancing, but you just rested your head on his chest with your arms around his neck. He placed his hands on your hips, and you listened to his heartbeat that seemed to follow the music, feeling like the luckiest girl alive.

I only pray you'll never leave me behind (never leave me)
Because good music can be so hard to find (so hard to find)
I'll take your hand and hold it closer to mine
Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

You were a little worried. It was getting late, and Arthur hadn't yet come home to your shared apartment. It came time for you to need to go to bed to get up and go to (dream college) in the morning, but you couldn't sleep. Instead you laid awake staring up at the ceiling. Until you heard a familiar rhythm penetrate your subconscious.

My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note o-oh
Make me your radio
'N turn me up when you feel low
This melody was meant for you
So sing along to my stereo

You opened the window, to see Arthur with that old boom box extended over his head. "Arthur," you asked, "what on Earth are you doing?" He set it at his feet, and walked over to the window.

"Come on, love. I'll catch you." he said. You let yourself drop out of the second story window, but kept your (e/c) eyes clenched shut. You opened them back up to see the emerald green of Arthur's staring at you with such love and compassion. He put you on your feet, the dew on the grass tickling your bare feet. Arthur got down on one knee with a funny little smirk painted on his lips. "Will you wear my ring, love? _____ _______ will you marry me?"

And for the second time in your life you felt yourself at a complete loss for words. So once again you nodded wildly, watching him slip the beautiful ring on your finger. It was exactly how you had wanted it, and when Arthur stood once more you wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed you swiftly, and just like that night so long ago; it left you wanting more. So you held his hand this time as you walked into your home, the stereo on his shoulder.
Request for :iconflotus-17: For my 70th watcher!!!!! I forgot I liked this song... I already had it on iTunes. Lucky, right? I'm not quite sure where the graffiti thing came from, I was just thinking about cops. You know, cuz of the song and all... I do love it, though. I love taking the train to Boston so I can see it all. It's such a different form of art than regular stuff. But I'm sorry if that's a little out there.


Hetalia and all its characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz

You belong to Mother Russia, da?
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AnimePanther921 Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2014
xweehugs Featured By Owner May 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*squeals* I love this!!!!!! 
EnterHetaliaNameHere Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Love the song, Love the story, when they're together, BAM! :iconsparklesplz:
CIChantea Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
nah, right now I belong to Iggy *cue my huge trademark smirky grin* I have to agree, graffiti can sometimes be really pretty/very good/made by a skilled artist/whatever you can think of. generally just put in the wrong place. if they found a canvas they were authorized to use, it would be better.

would you grant me permission to have this in my group? songfic-readerinsert.deviantar…
karks1992 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2014
Aww that's adorable and I love that song.
CreepyPastaIsMyLife2 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Dooooooooooddd i wish this could actually happen to me DIS WAS AMAZINNGGGGG :D
FemPortugal Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
No! I belong to arthur!! And i laughed at the tagging part, his ex-girlfriend part, and the restaurant part.
Seacret01 Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Oh god....
:iconsexyrussiaplz: Mother Russia...
:iconsexyengland2plz: England.....
FemPortugal Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
England all the way! Or america. Or Romano. Or Canada. Or Denmark. Or Iceland. That's all!!
awesomelycute669 Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2013  Student
This is one of my favourite stories!!! I cried  at the end It was so cute
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