So, this is a sneak peak at this song-based meme that I am trying to accomplish! As you can see, this is number 34, out of 60 I do believe? Nope. 59! It's a mix of Hetalia couples, but this one is Prussia x Austria, one of my personal favorites!

And for all of you that read Mulan, I'm working on the new chapter, but I'm just a little stuck. I'll be up soon, but I leave for vacation tomorrow. I'll still have my computer with me, though~

So, without further to do, here is the Sneak Peak!

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34. Mein Gott - Prussia [ Prustria ]

Roderich had never really seen Gilbert in such a state up on stage. He was grinning, a certain glint in his eyes. But who could blame him? He had all of his best friends up on stage with him:

Francis on the bass guitar and Antonio on the drums. Gilbert himself was playing the guitar, pretty damn well, too.

A hand was placed on Roderich's shoulder, and not the kind and loving one of a friend. No. More like the one of a female kidnapper, dragging him away from his spot and to somewhere else. Someplace much darker, when the music was a lot louder.

Backstage. Back-fucking-stage.

Roderich could only think of one person who would do this to him:

Elizabetha.

And, of course, the Austrian man was correct. But, after he was self-basking in that glory, he was yanked aside as the song started to slow down.

"Now," came the soft hiss in his ear, "when this song is done, you're going to . . ."

Roderich gasped, a scarlet color claiming his cheeks.

"What! No. I refuse to do such . . . such vulgar things!" he cried out, quietly as to not disturb the three on stage. The grip on his ear tightened.

"Yes. You will, or I will find a way to get that picture of you singing along to his music out to everyone!" Ah, how Roderich hated to be best friends with the queen of blackmail. He caved, swatting her hand away.

"Fine, but don't expect any 'amazing' results. He's so straight it hurts," the teen grumbled. Too bad for him that he didn't catch the smirk that placed itself on Elizabetha's lips.

Soon, the song faded to an end, and Roderich was shoved onto the stage. Fans fell quiet, Francis and Antonio snickered [ they were probably in on the whole 'Embarrass-the-hell-out-of-Roderich-and-Gilbert' plan ], and Gilbert just stared. All of the pressure caused Roderich to go slightly insane.

Taking some large strides forward, though they were off balance and wobbly, the Austrian teen took Gilbert's face in his hands and BAM!

He kissed him.

Trying to pull away, Roderich found that he couldn't, that two arms held him in place. Plus, after a couple of seconds, he was starting to enjoy this little trick. But, everything changed as the crowd started to cheer, starting with a loud and obnoxious American-styled whistle.

And the sound of a camera snapping pictures. Yeah, that made it so much worse.

Finally, the larger of the two pulled back, a large, red blush painting his face.

"Specks . . . I, um, I . . ." Roderich had never, ever seen Gilbert this flustered before.

"!" Was the moron speaking some type of German that Roderich didn't know or something?

"Excuse me?"

"Okay, look, I really like you and I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to dinner after my show?" The words that were only supposed to be heard by the shorter man were heard the by whole audience.

Fucking microphones.

"Sure," Roderich leaned towards the microphone in a burst of confidence, "I'd like that."