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Can You Save Me

"Guys last song for the night, so I'll make it good!" you shouted out to the audience. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair was matted down by sweat and you could feel your eyes droop but still you kept up your energetic appearance while on stage, despite feeling like you were going to collapse any second.

At the sight of the messy haired blonde boy sitting at the bar, his emerald orbs fixed on you, your energy returned. He was wearing a tight, white v-neck shirt and dark wash jeans and a black hoodie was slung over his shoulders. A set of dog tags dangled low on his chest and leather bracelets covered his wrists. It was a hard look for guys to pull off, but this guy did it well.

The boys drooling at your feet seemed shabby in comparison to the reserved man.

Your band stuck up the chords for your final song and you were pulled back to reality, glancing once more and the smirking blonde before turning to face the crowd again.

"When I collapse, will you forget?
When I'm dead and gone, will you regret?
All of the constant, mocking bitter slander
I imposed when you were so upset."

You hardly moved from your spot on stage, but your hips, shoulders, and head portrayed what your hands couldn't as you clutched the microphone close to your face.

"When you grabbed your keys, said you were gone
Couldn't help myself, I passed the gun
Inform my friends and family I lived well
It's just my choices
They were wrong-"

Quickly, you took in a deep breath and shifted.

"They were wrong,
They were wrong,
They were wrong,
They were wrong, wrong, wrong!"

Your foot stomped to the ground and you head jerked from side to side, (e/c) eyes squeezing shut.

"Can you save me?
From this nothing I've become
It's just something that I've done
Never meant to cause you worry
Don't you blame me
For this nothing I've become
It's just something that I've done
Never meant to show you my mistakes."

You looked from side to side a few times during a short lapse of lyrics and caught the eye of the blonde guy again. He took a long swig of his beer before acknowledging you with a small smirk, pleased that he was holding your attention as much as you were holding his.

"When I collapse, break bones, will you forget
All the months we've spent on loneliness
Long nights, short days, brief conversations
Led to nothing more than arguments.

Another short breath of much-needed oxygen, another glance from under the messy bangs of your punk admirer.

"I would fix this if I could
I'd change this… you know I would
It's been a long time comin', a long time fakin'
It's hard to say that you're misunderstood!"

You skipped the air this time in favor for pushing out the last of the fast bit of the song. Just the chorus once more then the tempo would slow down, allowing you to relax your diaphragm.

"Can you save me?
From this nothing I've become
It's just something that I've done
Never meant to cause you worry
Don't you blame me
For this nothing I've become
It's just something that I've done
Never meant to show you my mistakes."

You tapped your foot with the bass and your hands slid up and down the mic stand as you sang.

"I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where I am headed
All I can tell is that you're gone!"

You peeked coyly at the bar again and scanned the drunken patrons before finding the dazzling eyes of your main audience. With a smirk, you pulled your gaze away and pouted to the audience.

"All I know,
All I know I've become a disappointment
Sorry if I'm always wrong!"

Each word you sang was hit roughly, causing every person listening to hear exactly what you were singing. Including the increasingly attractive man sitting at the bar. Though he smirked, his eyes held something softer.

"All your perspectives stand
I'm not the same creature that I was back then
With a slight touch and an honest glance
I'm never coming back
Never going back there again!"

More deep breaths. The chorus was coming back up and you'd need all the air you could get to hold out the last notes before it.

"Can you save me?
Can you save me?"

Rest one, two, three, four.

"Can you save me?
From this nothing I've become
It's just something that I've done
Never meant to cause you worry
Don't you blame me
For this nothing I've become
It's just something that I've done
Never meant to show you my mistakes."

The crowd erupted in cheers and you smiled, thanking them all, before escaping to the bar. You sat on the stool, just happy to be off your feet, when a glass of water was placed in front of you.

Grateful, you swallowed down the cold water and looked at the bartender, "Thanks." He smiled, but told you that the guy across the bar informed him that's what you'd want.

'The guy across the bar' just happened to be the man you'd been eye-balling earlier. He caught your eye and got up from his seat, walking slowly over to you. Once he reached you, he took the seat next to you, never once looking at you after that first little glance.

He took a swig of his drink before you got up the nerve to talk to him.

"Well I hope to God you didn't put something in this water."

A quiet chuckle slipped past his lips and he grinned at you. "Love," he told you in an accent you recognized as British, "If I'd put something in there, you'd know it by now."

You laughed with him. "Charming. I bet you pick up all the girls with that line."

His green eyes settle on you, "Just one."



"It was the summer of '89-"

With a small smirk, you interrupted the British man, "Well that's a load of Bull. You don't look like you were even alive in '89."

A small pout worked on his face and he turned away from you. "Fine," you heard from his direction, "I've never tried it before."

"Clearly," You smirk, sipping the water. "Well," You sigh, standing, "I'll be off."

"Wait!" The Brit calls, grabbing your wrist. "Look," he sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. In all honesty, I have no idea what I'm doing here."

You sit down in your seat again. "Then why are you here?"

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, he is interrupted by a loud, and clearly drunk, voice. "Mon ami! I have missed you!"

The long-haired blonde man staggers over to your company and rubs his face affectionately against the other's. His blue eyes fall on you after a second and he looks over to the Brit. "Mon ami? Who is this beautiful woman you have yet to introduce me to?"

The green-eyed man shakes his head before stopping, as though he realized a huge mistake. "I'm so sorry, love. I don't believe I ever did ask your name."

You laughed, amused by his personality changes, before sticking out a hand. "(F/n) (L/n)." You grin, waiting to shake with the polite Brit, but his hand was intercepted by the other man's.

"Bonjour, (F/n). I am Francis and I will be attending your every need this evening." He gently held your hand and lowered his face to kiss the back of your palm before raising his blue gaze to meet your (e/c) eyes again, a confident smirk on his face.

Said smirk was wiped off when he saw your raised eyebrow and bemused half-smile. "Lovely." You lowered your head closer to his and whispered, "You know what I really need right now?" His chin jutted forward in an attempt to close the space between the two of you. Trying to contain your laughter, you kept up the mysterious air until you could get your final words out, "I really need you to get your slimy lips away from my hand."

The other man laughed at the shocked expression on Francis's face as you jerked your hand away from him. Wiping a tear away from his green eye, he held a hand out to you. "Arthur Kirkland, it's nice to see someone put that frog in his place."

"It's nice to be the one to put him in his place," you grinned at Arthur.

Francis looked at you with hurt shining in his blue eyes, "Pourquoi êtes-vous si cruel?" he wailed loudly. Your full lips curled into a smirk as you feigned innocence.

Your (e/c) eyes blinked slowly as you got his attention, "Parce que c'est tellement plus amusant," you said sweetly. Arthur looked dumbfounded.

He looked as though he were about to ask you a question but was interrupted yet again by Francis, whose blue eyes were shocked. "M-mon ami," he stuttered, leaning closer to Arthur, "she speaks French!" One of his long fingers pointed at you.

Arthur shoved him off, "Yes I realize that." He turned his emerald gaze to you. "You're really quite the interesting girl. Did you know that?"

A small blush decorated your cheeks and you let out an airy chuckle before responding,
No, I don't think I did."

Suddenly, the crowd around you roared at something and Francis was absorbed into the swell of people. Arthur looked at you, a bit nervously, and stood. "Would you like to go talk somewhere a bit safer?" he asked with a small smile and a soft hand reached toward you.

With a grin, you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you through the thick crowd of Friday night party-goers. Finally making it out the door and into the cool night, you let a small breath of air that you had been holding in leave your lungs. Arthur hadn't dropped your hand. Instead, he kept walking through the quiet of the night, both of you in a comfortable silence, until you somehow ended up a mile away, on the shores of a local lake. Sighing, you fell down into the soft sand of the shore, pulling the Brit down with you. A few ducks swam by, but the majority of them were already asleep in the tall grasses surrounding the water.

"Hey Arthur?"

"Yes love?"

You leaned back, your (h/c) hair pulling away from your slightly pink face, and gazed up at the stars. "Do you believe in magic?"

He seemed shocked by your question, silent before laying back with you. "Yes," he told you carefully, "Why?"

A quiet laugh bubbled from your lips. "I dunno. I just- I don't think that people like you exist, as well as magic. So maybe, if magic existed-"

Soft lips lightly pressed themselves against yours, effectively silencing your question. When your (e/c) eyes fluttered open, they met the emerald orbs of Arthur Kirkland. "Trust me," he smirked, "I exist."

You let your head rest against the ground, a large smile spread across your lips. "Yeah, alright. I can believe that."

I am not impressed with this one...
:icononionfranceplz::iconsaysplz: But- I was in it. How could you not be impressed.
:iconthumbsdownenglandplz::iconsaysplz: Just say your bloody translations and leave.
:iconfrancisplz::iconsaysplz: Angleterre, you hurt me so.
:iconfrancemuahplz::iconsaysplz: Pourquoi êtes-vous si cruel?- Why are you so cruel to me?
Parce que c'est tellement plus amusant- Because it's so much more fun.
:iconarthurkirklandplz::iconsaysplz: Thank God he's gone...
:iconenglandplz: The author owns nothing but the story.
Be a dear and read her other Quick Mix Challenges, though watch out, that frog is next...
Allies: [link]
America: [link]
China: [link]
France: [link]
Axis: [link]
Germany: [link]
Italy: [link]
Japan: [link]
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Elisavetaawesome12 Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2013  Student General Artist
I saw france:'s next....nope! :iconnopeplz:
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Why not?
Elisavetaawesome12 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2013  Student General Artist
I don't wanna see that yet.......
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Elisavetaawesome12 Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2013  Student General Artist
wxzhenghoppytruffles Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
as always, your description entertains me more than the story.
vengefulamber Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you're amused.
wxzhenghoppytruffles Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Elisavetaawesome12 Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2013  Student General Artist
You! *tries to hug*
wxzhenghoppytruffles Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Ai yah!
i am not for hugs!
special occasions only.
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