Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Ve~!

Warning: Very, very slight language in this chapter. It's very small, I promise.

PART ONE – WAR IS DECLARED: ALL NATIONS

This week's World Conference was going slowly. The summer heat lulled the nations into a daze-like state – even Italy was talking less than normal.

"To start, I propose we get a giant superhero to punch all the diseases, and then not as many people will die!" America concluded. "Done! Can we go home now?"

Germany groaned, taking off his glasses. "Not quite. Ve still need to go over vhat ve are going to do for ze summer festival on ze 20th. So make up your minds already!" He glared at the other nations. "And zen ve can leave."

"Oh! Oh! Germany!" Italy waved his hand in the air with a sudden burst of energy, looking extremely excited. "I have an idea! Germany!"

"Yes, yes, go on."

"Yay!" Italy took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Immediately, everyone else looked to him, shocked by this action. The Italian tilted his head, eyes closed again. "Why are you guys looking at me funny?"

Japan shook his head. "Ah, sorry, Itary. Prease continue with your idea."

"Okay, then… I propose we have a Battle of the Bands!" Italy looked immensely proud of himself.

"YEAH, DUDE! WICKED AWESOME IDEA!" America cheered. And then fell asleep, exhausted from the heat.

("Eh?" Canada poked his brother. "America!" He poked him again.)

"I agree with Mr. America," Japan said solemnly. "I rike your idea, Itary."

"Honhonhon, music is an art zat we French admire," France said, tossing his hair slow motion style. "I say we go with ze idea."

England sighed irritably. "I hate to agree with the Frog, but a Battle of the Bands does sound pretty interesting. Just one question though: Which bands?"

Austria looked excited. "Oh, I know! How about Austrian orchestras or symphonies? We can play Mozart or Chopin!"

"I am not thinking we are talking about that type of music," Finland told Austria apologetically. "Sorry, Meester Austria."

Austria looked put out, sinking in his chair.

("Whuzza goin' on?" America murmured. Canada fanned him hastily. "You kind of passed out…")

"Hey, I have good idea!" Denmark announced, a gleam in his eyes. "We – as in Finny, Icey, Norge, Sve, and I – can form a band! Yeah?"

Iceland looked slightly interested. "To compete in the Battle of the Bands?"

"Why would we do that?" Sweden asked.

"Come on, Sve, it'll be fun!" Finland promised.

"Hm." Sweden did not look persuaded.

As they argued, Norway walked over to Denmark. He stood there a moment before Denmark noticed him. "Hey, Norway, what're – hgmphm!" he garbled as the Norwegian pulled on his tie.

Germany stared at the Nordics. "Zey are an odd group," he thought, slightly disturbed.

"Germany? Germany, can we form a band, too?" Italy looked quite hopeful.

"Fine," Germany muttered, unable to resist his friend's will. "Who else?"

"Japan! Want to join our band?" Italy chirped.

Japan was talking to England. He gave a small, slightly suspicious, smile. "Only if Mr. Engrand agrees to as werr," Japan conceded.

"England! You want to join, too?" Italy asked, tugging on the blonde's arm.

England swatted the nation away. "Fine, fine! Just let go of my bloody arm!" Suddenly, he got an idea. "But only if you get America to join."

Italy skipped over to the other side of the table. "America, want to join our band?"

Canada frowned. "I'm Canada…"

"Sorry! You're sure? You two look exactly the same!" Italy looked upset.

"It's fine," Canada added hastily. "I'll join your band, and America can, too." (America was still a bit out of it at this point.) "Hey, is France going to be in it, too?"

France appeared behind Canada with a big smile. "Oui!"

Italy tilted his head. "I didn't invite you, but that's ok, Big Brother France!"

At the other side of the room, a certain fabulous blond was struck with an idea. "Hey, Liet, we should totally, like, form a band!" Poland told Lithuania.

"Huh? Why?" Lithuania seemed nervous...as usual.

Poland rolled his eyes. "Because it'll be, like, fabulous. Duh."

His friend still looked unsure. "I don't know… Who else would be in the band?"

"We could totally ask Estonia and Latvia! You guys are supposed to be, like, fab singers, right?"

Lithuania scratched his head. "I suppose I could ask." He turned to his left. "Hey, Latvia, Estonia, do you guys want to join Poland's band?"

The other two Baltics suddenly looked incredibly frightened. "Um, Lithuania, you do know that Russia is thinking about competing, too, right?" Latvia squeaked out. "I heard him talking to Mr. America about getting the Allies to form a band…"

The brunette Baltic turned back to Poland, who was waiting impatiently for an answer.

"So?" prompted Poland.

Lithuania had a nervous smile. "Eheheh… Sorry, Pol, no can do! Scary Mr. Russia might be in the competition, too, and I can't go against him."

Poland was disappointed. "You're, like, no fun," he announced with an exasperated sigh. "Ugh, like, why is it so hot? I feel absolutely exhausted."

"THE NORDIC 5 CHALLENGES THE WHOEVER-YOU-GUYS-ARE TO THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS!" cried Denmark out of the blue, pointing his glass of beer in America's direction, knowing the young nation would likely take the bait.

America, awake with a sudden burst of energy, shouted, "YOU'RE ON!"

And the two promptly became exhausted from the heat and passed out in unison.

So, my first Hetalia fanfiction! Yay! :)

The Nordic 5 are so much better than 1D. Just saying. ;D

- ImaginaryParchment