AN: This is the prologue for my first proper story. I have the next chapter written but I wanna see what you guys think first before I post it. So yeah, please reveiw if you think I should post the rest! Chatillon out!

ME NO OWN STUFF YOU KNOW! AND SORRY TO DAMON ALBARN FOR STEALING HIS NAME!

England sighed as he looked at his calendar. It was nearly Valentine's Day, and as most of the nations sent him something on that particular day, he felt it was high time he gave something back, but what? "It's such a hassle! I understand why France has reverted to the simple box of macaroons now." He put his head on the desk in exasperation.

"Something the matter, Arthur?" asked Arthur's Britpop version as he walked in the room.

"Not really, Damon. It's just that I can't seem to find a suitable Valentine's gift for anyone."

Damon hummed thoughtfully, "Well, you could always send them flowers."

"I have bad experiences with giving flowers as you know full well, Damon," said Arthur, his head still on the desk.

"Fine, fine, no flowers," conceded Damon, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement. "What about... music?"

"Music? What do you mean by that?"

"Whatever you want." Arthur sat up and scratched his chin.

"How about, a private concert?" Damon nodded.

"Sounds good, who do you want?"

"I'll front, I want you on guitar, Cymru on bass, and North on drums. Oh, and Eire on call."

"North? You sure?"

"Scottie gets stage fright, you know that. And he'll do something stupid if I let him up there."

"True. So, where are we doing it?"

"Hmm. O2 2 sound good?"

"Bit big, don't you think?"

"You're right. The Angel?"

"The Angel sounds good to me; we can always soundproof the room."

"Exactly," nodded Arthur, "Right, so we need a guest list and invites. And we need the amps and mics."

"You do the invites and playlist. I'll get the band together and secure the venue."

"Alright," Damon pulled out his phone and walked out the room already calling the number for the Angel Islington.

~~~~~time skip~~~~~

France, America, Canada, Japan, China, Russia, Denmark, Prussia, Austria, Switzerland, Hungary, Greece, Turkey, Thailand, and Belgium went downstairs on the morning of the 12th of February to find a red and white dethorned rose on top of a red envelope. They opened them and found this.

You have been warmly invited to the Angel Islington function room at 8:00pm on the 14th February 2015.

Please bring your invitation with you.

There is a surprise waiting for you when you get there.

Yours sincerely,

Arthur Kirkland

The nations in question smiled and started planning for what they would wear, none of them noticing the small picture of an electric guitar sitting innocently in the bottom left corner...

AN Edit: I changed something because I didn't know Damon actually had blue eyes! I'm such an idiot.

AN 2nd Edit: I can't spell Cymru, fixing all of them at the moment.