#pairing challenge

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Challenge time all my lovelies~! What pairings does this song make you think of, and at what point of the song (a lyric if you will) do the feels start? I had a lot of different ones come up, so I was curious if anyone else had pairing meteor attack like I did?

You guys are pretty similar, but different enough to keep it interesting! Can you handle catty Kim Heechul? (Sorry for the length haha.)

Baby Fic, Rory Williams (Doctor Who) and Captain Kathryn Janeway (ST: Voyager)

Feliciano watches as the ship leaves port. He waves down a figure he can only hope is Ludwig. In a year's time, he'll be coming back. Safe and sound. And Feliciano will be waiting, anticipating the return of his best friend. He closes the door behind him, listening to the monotone of the clock fill the room. The house is spotless, just as Ludwig likes it. Feliciano makes a silent promise to himself to keep this house clean. It would make the German happy. And seeing him happy makes the Italian happy. After a month, the "tick-tock" of the clock is internalized in Feliciano's mind. "Is Ludwig okay?" Tick. "Will he make it home?" Tock. "Will he be alive?" Tick. "What if he dies in battle?" Tock. "What will I do then?" Only time can answer. Two months after Ludwig's departure, Feliciano turns over a letter in his hands. This is practically his only form of communication with Ludwig. The letters are piled on the kitchen table. A small mess is taking form in each room. Feliciano knows he should clean it up, but he can't pull himself away from the letters. By the third month, the piles connect through the house. One letter lays open on the table. "I'm going to be doing some real fighting." Feliciano sits on the couch, head hangs low. He silently prays for Ludwig's safety the second he wakes up until the second before he goes to sleep. The fourth month brings no news from the German. Despite the Italian's persistent smile, he sits at home, hands shaking with worry. The clock mocking him with its monotone message. "Time will answer all questions." Somedays, he wants to take a hammer and smash it. Feliciano crumples to the floor at the fifth month mark. No details. No story. Just a simple message. "I'm hurt. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Please don't cry." His hand grips the letter, causing it to crinkle. After a month of nothing, this is the only thing he has to say. He got hurt. God, what if he isn't coming home? How serious is it? Sixth month brings new tears. Ludwig lost an arm. The persistent ticking has ceased. Feliciano will have to buy a new clock. The mess has crept to every corner. He'll need to clean it up. Ludwig should be coming home any day now. It wouldn't make him happy to see the disaster, or the broken clock. The seventh month finds Feliciano waiting for his German best friend. Ludwig steps off the boat, his eyes instantly locking with the Italian's. a small smile tugs at his lips. The two walk up to each other. "I'm sorry I was gone for so long," Ludwig apologizes. "You're back now, and that make me happy," Feliciano gives him a big smile. "I'm ready to go home," the German tells him. "I kept it clean for you," Feliciano informs him as the two walk away. Ludwig never noticed the broken clock, or the fact that they've been replaced. Feliciano closes the door behind him. The monotone voice taking a new meaning, praising every second the Italian spends with Ludwig. He surprises the German by enveloping him in a hug. "I'm proud of you. The house is clean," Ludwig pats Feliciano's head. "I really missed you," Feliciano whispers. "I know. You're the bravest solider I know," Ludwig tells him, hugging him with his only arm. "I'm proud to call you my friend." ~End

"Japan! You're still coming over right? I've been waiting for this for a month. You can't back out now!" the American's voice louder hits his ears. "I just called to say my flight will be landing soon," the older nation tells him. "Great! I'll meet you. At the gate," America hangs up on him. Japan sits back in his seat, and looks out the window. It's a tradition of theirs to meet up and play the newest video games from their countries. This time, it's Japan's turn to travel to America. He finished all of his work early and told his boss he'll take a few days off. Just as the nation expected, America hasn't bothered to properly get dressed. Sweatpants, baggy t-shirt. He didn't even bother to comb his hair. Japan is more that use to this, though. "I've got everything is set up at my house. Ready to beat all of them?" he questions. "Yes. Let's get going," Japan says. America has every game console known to man. Japan can respect his dedication to gaming. He puts in a game and throws the Japanese man a controller. "Remember the rules?" he asks. "Of course," Japan replies, "No quitting." America smiles and continues, "No stopping the game once it starts." "Ten minute breaks in between." They never truly follow that rule though. "If one crashes, the other will continue playing." Only America follows this rule. "Beat all the games before anyone disturbs us," Japan finishes. England has been know to come breaking down the door and demand they stop. He says it's childish and stupid. They never really listen until he unplugs the console or television. With the hit of the "start" button, their conquest begins. Japan enjoys days like these. No responsibilities, no worries. Just spending time with a friend doing something they love. "Isn't there a meeting next week?" America asks after several hours of gameplay. "I believe so," Japan answers. "Think we can- WATCH OUT!" Japan had encountered an enemy. "I got this. Continue," he calmly says. "Think we can beat all of these before then?" America finishes. "We have to, or Mr. England will ruin all of our progress," the Japanese man replies. "Even if it's not England who stops us, we still have to worry about Germany if we miss the meeting," the American replies. Japan gets a gut feeling he forgot something. "We'll just have to make sure Italy is around," he states. America laughs. "So, he really has a soft spit for Italy," he says. "Absolutely. You do not even know," Japan tells him. A smile on his face. It feels so nice to talk so freely. He knows it's an unspoken rule that everything said here stays here. "I feel sorry for you," America says. "It's entertaining to watch, but I do feel left out," Japan mentions. America is smiling too. "I know how that feels. France and England are like that. Well, more like they are always at each other's throats," he explains. The Japanese man sighs. It's nice to know he's not totally alone. "England has a soft spot for you," he mentions. "I know. But I don't, so I try to ignore it," the American responds. "You do a really good job at it. Everyone thinks you're too stupid to see it," Japan tells him. The nation laughs. "No matter what I do, everyone thinks I'm stupid," he states. Japan doesn't reply. "You're refraining from speaking, dude. Go and say what's on your mind," America demands after a few seconds. "I know you're smart. Why do you hide it?" Japan asks. A pause hangs in the air. "They wouldn't believe me. You can't change their minds that easily, so I just pretend. It's better than to continuously fails," he responds, "but I'm glad you know." They fall silent for a few hours. Japan hears a heavy sigh from his companion. "Hey, Japan," he calls. "What is it Mr. America?" he asks. "You don't need to be so formal, first of all," America says. "I'm sorry," Japan mutters. The American smiles for a second, then it fades. "I'm curious. We were talking about soft spots earlier. Who do you have a soft spot for?" he asks. The Japanese man refrains from speaking. "I promise I won't tell anyone. You know everything we say here, stays here. I'll tell you mine if you want me too," America offers. "You can go first," Japan quietly says. About three days later, Germany and England find themselves on America's porch. "What are you doing here?" England asks the German. "I was about to ask you the same," he replies. "America and Japan have been playing video games and I came to stop them," the English man explains. "Video games! Japan skipped training for video games!" Germany exclaims. Before England could say anything, Germany had broken down the door. The two nations walk in, ready to give them a piece of their minds. The screen flashes a "Game Over." The German and British man look from that to the Japanese man and American cuddled up sleeping together. Controllers in hand. Japan's head on America's shoulder, and America's arms around him. ~End