Hello readers, and welcome to my take at a Hetalia human music AU. This fic is mostly a bunch of song fics strung together, but don't worry they do correspond in a way and there is an actual plot :)

I will say that the first few chapters maybe slow and short but I promise they'll improve farther along the story.

I also want to point out this story will have lot of POV swaps, due to how many characters and their stories. You can always tell who the main focus is going to be by the title as well as an idea of what song/ issue they're going to encounter.

Now without farther edue...

Lovino and Felincio- Let Me Sing

"Lasciatemi cantare

Con la chitarra in mano

Lasciatemi cantare

Sono l'italiano"

"Buongiorno Italia gli spaghetti al dente

E un partigiano come Presidente

Con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra

E un canarino sopra la finestra"

"Buongiorno Italia con I tuoi artisti

Con troppa America sui manifesti

Con le canzoni con amore

Con il cuore

Con piu' donne sempre, meno suore"

"Buongiorno Italia

Buongiorno Maria

Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia

Buongiorno Dio

Lo sai che ci sono anch'io"

"Las-"

"Frachello!"

Lovino's hand stopped mid strum of his guitar. He sat on the porch hunched over enjoying a peaceful afternoon, when along comes his extremely loud and equally annoying little brother to kill the mood. Geez, he always had a habit of showing up at the most inconvenient times. Lovino lifted his gaze slightly to see Felincio came running up the walkway with a bright smile on his dopey face. He stopped just short of Lovino who has stopped strumming, instead looking to his brother in shock. He rarely ever saw him run let alone with such vigilance. After a moment to catch his breath Felincio presented Lovino a newspaper in his shaking hand as he spoke between wheezing breaths.

"Look what I found while out in town!"

Felincio pushed the paper farther into his brothers face, who had to snatch it out of his fingers and hold it out to read it properly.

'Diament Studios announces the confirmation of their second regional singing competition, sponsored by UTV Network and Diament Records. Owner and musician Roderich Edelstein along with his panel of esteemed judges wish to welcome contesters to open auditions being held at XYZ Radio station.'

Lovino tossed the paper to the side and plucked at his guitar strings. Ignoring the overly joyous look on his brothers face. "So, what do you think?"

"I think it's a stupid waste of time, that's what I think."

"What?! Don't you think it would be fun to sing on a stage with a bunch of other people in front of a crowd?"

"If that's what you want, why not sign up for the church choir." The younger of the two continued on excitedly, prone to the others crude remarks.

"It says here that it's a contest, and whoever wins get to go on and be a professional singer, with a record label, and go on tours to sing around the world! Oh, I'd just love to travel the world and sing for a bunch of cheering fans! Of course, if I did you and Grandpa could come and visit me and maybe we could all travel and sing together! Oh that reminds me, I better go ask Grandpa if he can take us to the auditions?"

And with that the little Italian skipped inside his heart aflutter. Once he was gone Lovino looked to the discarded paper. He gave a snort and turned back to strumming his guitar lazily plucking to a slow melody.

"Lasciatemi cantare

Con la chitarra in mano

Lasciatemi cantare

Una canzone piano piano

Lasciatemi cantare

Perche' ne sono fiero

Sono un italiano

Un italiano vero"

"Lasciatemi cantare"

"So what do you think? Can we go Grandpa, please, please can we go?!"

Felincio pleaded after relating his findings from earlier to his grandfather. Felincio and Lovino's Grandpa was a large man, with a broad chest and shoulders. His arms were bulging with muscles. Wavy brown locks hung over his eyes and stubble on his face. His amber eyes held a childlike twinkle to them. The younger male jumped up and down, his auburn hair with that one peculiar curl bouncing excitedly. The older man laughed deeply.

"Why of course Feli! I think it would be a marvelous opportunity, we owe it to the community to share our gifts. After all the Vargas household has always been fortunate in our abundance of talented singers. I remember when I used to sing on stage myself."

"No need to dig up ancient history you old geezer." Lovino lent against the kitchen doorframe with his arms crossed and scraping his foot absently on the floor. But both his brother and grandfather appeared to not have heard him.

"Ve~really?! Grandpa you never mentioned that you used to sing in a band!"

Roma brought his hand to rest on his chin as though he was lost in thought. Remembering fond memories. "We never did anything too upscale. Mostly we would perform locally or at small events. There were four of us. We were inseparable and the best of friends...as least when we weren't fighting. I haven't heard from the other members in years... Anyway, I thinks it's a fantastic idea!"

"You hear that Lovino? We can go to the auditions for the contest. Then we could get to perform on stage just like Grandpa and his band. Wouldn't that be great!"

"What do you mean we?" Lovino's brows furrowed even deeper as he glared from across the room. Felincio's smile fell, even the curl seemed to sag atop his head.

"Ve? What do you mean? Why won't you audition with me? You have a nice singing voice as well."

"Because it's stupid and only complete morons would go."

"That's not true, lots of people are going to be there. Plus I'll be there to so you won't have to do it alone."

"My point exactly. You go wastes your time but count me out."

The other young mans shoulders slumped as his eyes went downcast. Lovino turned his glare back to the tile by his feet. He realized how pitiful his excuses sounded and yeah, he did feel kinda bad for calling his brother an idiot. But he couldn't take part in the auditions. Couldn't bring himself onto that stage, and couldn't explain the reason that he didn't want to audition was because of his brother. As childish as it sounded that was Lovino's biggest reason. Sure he could go to the auditions if it was just him. But if Felincio was going, there'd be no point. After hearing his brother sing there would be no point of his competing. He knew this, he'd heard his brother sing. Not only that, but everyone seemed to prefer his simpleminded-hair-brained-idiot-brother over him. After all he was the "grumpy one" the "the moody one " the "the angry brother". No matter what the situation, Felincio was always the favorite. Even to their Grandpa, though he would never admit it. That's why Lovino didn't want to go, it would just be another chance to compare him against his perfect brother. So really what was the point? Lovino was pulled out of his self deprecation by Grandpa Roma's stern voice.

"Lovino, if you don't want to partake in the auditions that's fine, but at least come to support you brother. You know it would mean a lot to him."

Felincio fidelity wrung his hands together and dug his toe in circles on the floor. He glanced sideways at his brother afraid that direct eye contact might set him off into another yelling fit. When Lovino still hadn't answered their grandfather, he chanced a shy smile and a quiet whisper.

"Please, Lovino?"

For all the times that Lovino felt inferior to his brother, all the times he got chewed out for trifle things while Felincio got by easy, and all the irritation he could bring upon him...Lovino knew that most of the time he didn't do it intentionally. And he still loved his brother. Even though he may call him an idiot, or yell at him, and occasionally make him cry. He really did love his brother and no sibling rivalry was going to change that. If this audition was really important to him, then of course Lovino would go. He would bite back his childish prattling and self loathing to support him one-thousand percent. He closed his eyes still looking off to the side,

feigned annoyance and took a deep sigh.

"Fine. I'll go."

That's it for the first chapter. Hope you liked it.

English lyrics to Lasciatemi Cantare below.

Let me sing

With the guitar in hand

Let me sing

I am the Italian

Hello Italy, the spaghetti

"al dente"

And a partisan as president

With the car radio always in the right hand

And a canary above the window

Good morning Italy with your artists

With too much America on the posters

With the songs, with love

With the heart

With more women, always less nuns

Good morning Italy

Good morning Maria

With the eyes full of melancholy

Good morning God

You know that I am here too

Let me sing

With the guitar in hand

Let me sing

A song slowly, softly

Let me sing

Because I am proud

I am an Italian

A real Italian