Summary: When a spell goes horribly wrong, England finds himself in a world where everyone sings. All the time. Now with a week of emotions running high England gets a look at everyones' hidden sides of themselves. Wither he likes it or not.

Hello everyone! Kitty29 here with the ultimate of ultimate songfics! Now why is that? Well read and find out~...

Yes, this is another story I started writing at like...3 in the morning one night, and then decided to continue randomly one day. The idea of it is VERY out there and I really don't know if anyone will like it, but I decided to post it anyways and see what happens.

If you DON'T like it, cool. If you DO like it, then do tell and I shall continue.

To Anyone who reads my other story, Love Before Complications will recognize the character Mother Nature. She was originally devolved for this story and not the other one. So really this was the story that she was suppose to make her debate but she's a good plot device so I added her in the other one too. Though is this story, the name Dr. John will make more sense…

Ahhhhhh I should stop writing so much Hetalia Fanfiction .-.

Disclaimer: Yeah, no I don't own it.

Arild = Norway

Mathias = Denmark


As soon as the British man had awakened he knew that if was gonna be 'one of those days'. He stared at his white ceiling with half opened eyes before rolling over and deciding to sleep just a little longer just so the day would be that much shorter. However, it would seem that on this particular day fate wouldn't allow him to sleep in.

"Bonjour mon petite Englishman."

The Englishman responded by saying things that wouldn't be repeated in any decent conversation. Though France simply ignored the rather rude comments and walked up to the bed. Surprisingly England didn't protest when the other male lay down beside him, he simply turned over and pretended the other wasn't there so he could get back to sleep. Arthur was actually impressed that the Frenchman didn't try to feel him up as he slowly sunk into sleep. Maybe when he woke up he would fix Francis some scones. Yes…that would be nice…

'Something in the way he moves…'

…huh?

'Attracts me like no other lover.'

The bloody hell? Arthur rolled back so he could face Francis and found him glazing at back at him with a strange look in his eye. Arthur felt his cheeks grow hotter as Francis gently grasped his hand into his own. He continued to look at him with that strange expression as he brought Arthurs' hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on his knuckles.

Normally by now France would have found himself laying beaten on the floor while an angry Englishman huffed out the door. But… for some strange reason…Francis's skin looked softer and more brilliant today, his crooked smile more charming. And that look…it stirred something in Arthur that felt…vaguely familiar. Now just what was it?

'Something in the way he moves me~'

Wait a second. Was France singing The Beatles?!

'I don't wanna leave him now, You know I believe in how.'

"Are you trying to serenade me with the bloody Beatles?!" England exclaimed shoving the Frenchman away from him and jumping out of bed. France looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting that reaction. "Serenade? Non non non, I was simply expressing my-"

"Like bloody hell you were!"

Englands warm feelings for France quickly melted away and revealed what he had felt when he first woke up. Irritation towards the world. He stormed out of the room and descended the stairs to his kitchen. It wouldn't too be far off to say that England was full of pent up rage, which in turn, only made him angrier. Really! No one should be this irritated in the morning! And so the Englishman decided to do something he was good at to channel his rage towards.

Cooking.

And so he started slamming open cabinets and angrily pulling out random ingredients and pots and pans he would need to make himself a hearty English breakfast. And that's right, only himself! Screw France, he can find food for himself!

It was just as the Englishman slapped a couple of sausages on the unoiled pan that another visitor decided to grace the scene with his presence.

"IGGY!"

"AMERICA GO AWAY!"

America's smile didn't even flatter in the slightest. Instead, he let out a hearty laugh before taking a fierce bite of his hamburger. "Oh but why should I?" he asked, walking over to the Englishman and throwing a strong arm over his shoulders. "After all, You're my best friend best of all best friends-"

England smacked the Americans arm away from him and stared him down with an incredulous look. "You too with the bloody singing?! What is wrong with everyone today!?"

"Well Iggy." Alfred replied staring at him like he just asked what the answer to two plus two was. "I'm singing to express my feelings in a way that talking or dancing alone could not accomplish!"

Silence…

"Are you daft?!" England snapped slapping the spatula he was holding on the counter causing the American to jump in surprise.

"Hey. Slow it down."

The two turned towards the stairways, where France was posing rather flamboyantly at the foot of the stairs, watching the scene before him with mild interest. America's eyes lit up at the presence of the other singer in the house. France smirked before directing his attention to the Englishman.

"Whatya want from me? Your food is burning."

Wait, what? England turned around and saw that, yes indeed his sausages were beginning to burn. He cussed before he attacked the sausages with his spatula. His cussing increased tenfold when the sausages didn't want to be parted with the frying pan. It took practically all his strength to unstick the meat from the pan…only to have them restick to his ceiling.

His anger was again fuelled by embarrassment when he noticed the other two males trying not to laugh at the Brits skills in the kitchen. France glided over and placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to get England to calm down before he quite literally exploded.

"Cool these engines, Calm these jets."

England visibly flinched when he heard the French man begin to sing again.

"I ask you how hot can it get."

America shuffled behind England and turned off the stove before the spark he saw had its chance to turn into a full out flame.

"And as you wipe off beads of sweat, slowly you say-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" England finally snapped, somehow gaining the strength to pick up the two nations and throw them out the door. He was just about to slam the door in their faces when-

"I'd listen to her~!"

" –party like it's 1999-!"

"I kissed a girl and I liked it!"

England leaned heavily against the frame of his door as he watched the scene just outside his home. Every one… everyone on the streets were singing and dancing, as if the action was a completely normal everyday occurrence!

"What…what the hell!?" He stuttered as he watched someone grab a random stranger he had just passed, perform a rather difficult looking dance move before bowing his head and walking in a different direction.

"What in the name of the United Kingdom is going on?!"

The other two nations ignored him as they stood up and looked at the scene with smiles on their faces.

"Ah~I love London." America said sighing lovely at the scene.

Since when!? England yelled in his mind.

"Oh oui…" France agreed. "Though it does not compare to France. In France we travel in groups, yes? It is really much more of a show."

"Well back in the USA we have special effects!"

What the bloody hell?! England finally slammed the door shut and pinched himself as hard as he could. To his horror, he winced at the pain. Oh shi- nononononono.

He quickly ran to his basement, rushing down the stairs in a speed that could rival Usain Bolt. He quickly flung himself at a overly large book that stood perched on top of a rather impressive looking book stand and flopped it open to one of its marked pages. His face gradually grew more and more horror filled as he read. Oh no…it couldn't be…

A sudden white light caused the Englishman to spin around and stare at the door behind him. He quickly grabbed his wand that rested on the table just behind the book stand, feeling rather paranoid. The door then flung open and the Englishman relaxed slightly when he saw the familiar face of Norway.

"…everyone's singing." He stated with the slightest hint of annoyance in his words. England let out a breath he didn't know he was holding before lowering his wand. "I'm glad it didn't affect you either, lad. I think I might now what caused this."

Norway nodded, his expression never changing. "…I brought someone along." He stepped out of the way to reveal a very green looking Elisa John, the nation psychologist. She was clutching onto the frame work of the door and catching her breath, clearly not used to traveling by magic.

"Hello…Arthur…" She gasped, fixing her glasses before pushing away from the door slightly. "I do hope you know what's going on, it's quite A WHOLE NEW WORLD!"

She suddenly belted, causing the Brit to jump back in alarm. Dr. John slapped herself across the face to stop from singing before she continued her sentence as if nothing had happened. "…troublesome."

"…right." England simply replied before leading the Norwegian to his large book of spells. "Right here." He said pointing to a certain spot. Norway eyes widened as he read. "I cast this spell last night. Norway, you wouldn't have happened to do the same, did you?"

The pale blond paused before slowly nodding. Arthur groaned loudly slumping into a chair beside the book and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Elisa took this as her chance to look over the spell book and see just what the two were talking about.

"Oh dear…" She muttered as she read it over. "According to this, if this spell was ever to clash there would be no telling what would happen…" She trailed off as realization dawned upon her and her eyebrow twitched. "…I see. So that's what this is abo-ZERO TO HERO~"

Slap.

"A-hem. Thank you Arild. Arthur? How do we fix this?"

"…I don't know." He replied looking up hopefully at the many magical creatures that had gathered at the commotion. All of them shook their heads and shrugged. A low growl escaped his throat. "The only thing we can do is wait for the spell to wear off…bloody hell."

Elisa John also looked over at the magical creatures. Or at least, she tried too. She could only see their faint, fuzzy outlines. "How long will this wait take?"

"A week." Both Norway and England looked at each other in complete understanding. Dr. John was not impressed. "Well you can't just quit before you've even started! There must be something you can do about this, gentleman."

"This is a rather difficult spell!" England snapped. "It's takes at least a month in preparation before the spell can even be cast!"

"And yet you didn't consult Arild before you cast the spell?"

Englands face fell and he turned away from the psychologist. Elisa crossed her arms, fixing England with a stern stare. "Do you not remember what we talked about at our last session, Arthur? You need to start talking with people, instead of at people." England shirked in his chair as he was scolded. "And Arild." Elisa turned her attention to the Norwegian, who was slowly inching towards the exit. "What have I said about communication? Simply because Mathias practically throws himself at you doesn't mean that everyone else will."

Both males hang their heads, unable to look at the only female in the room. An uneasy silence hovered over them until Elisa started singing another Disney song. She slapped herself to stop and Norway finally looked up.

"…Mother Nature." The psychologist turned at her nickname. "I might have a way to stop you from singing." Elisa smiled. "Ok, let's just start small for now. Arthur?" England crossed his arms stubbornly and gave a small noise to show he was listening. "You snoop about and find out how bad this all is."

England stared at her like she just grew a second head. "Are you mad!? I refuse to go out there again!" He stood up and hunched over his rather large book. "I will find a way to stop this with magic in the safety of my ow-"

"Arthur." He physically stiffened at the tone though continued to pretend to read though his book. "Arild already has an idea of how to stop myself from singing. We can work off of that to find a way to stop this. It would help immensely if we had some more information on the circumstances of this incident. Currently the only people who seem to understand that there's something wrong are you, me, and Arild."

"So why don't you investigate?" Arthur asked almost desperately. He really didn't want to go out there again. "With your random outbursts you'd fit right i-"

"I am only aware of the situation when around you or Arild." She admitted. "Anywhere else and I become as loopy and sing-songy as the rest of them." She shivered at the thought. "So by process of elimination, that leaves-"

"I-I will study the effects of the spell from here!" He replied, now fumbling with random magical items to make it seem like he was on to something. "I-if I can fully understand the circumstances of this spell then maybe-"

"Arthur Kirkland."

Oh snap she was using full names… that never ended well. He turned to face the female who for some reason seemed a little bit taller. She was staring him down with a look that dared him to continue to disagree. He locked eyes with Norway, who simply raised his hands as if to say 'hey-don't-look-at-me.' Arthur desperately searched his mind for another good excuse but unfortunately could not think of one. He cussed under his breath.

"…alright."

Elisa nodded before her posture and expression relaxed. "Ok then. Call me in a couple hours with your report." Arthur simply nodded before the other two retreated into the room they teleported in. Arthur ran a hand though his hair before releasing another string of deified English cusses.

He should have stayed in bed.


I love writing about England hating his life. Also, any tips on writing Norway would be nice. I'm still not to sure of his personally but I kinda see him as a less angry Iceland. So please review and tell me what you think! -heart-

Songs used(in order):

Something in the Way She Moves – The Beatles

Best Friends - Aqua

Whatya Want From Me – Adam Lambert

Secret – Maroon 5

If I Were a Boy – Beyonce

1999 – Prince

I Kissed a Girl – Katy Perry

A Whole New World – Aladdin

Zero to Hero – Hercules