How did this happen? How did this song become world-wide? The thoughts ran through Hong Kong's head as he had watched Gangnam Style for the five thousandth time. It wasn't even that good! He had thought to himself, he head banged along to the song whilst his body uncontrollably danced along. How did Korea even make this song!? "Stupid Korea…" Hong Kong muttered to him, he was filled with jealously for his brother. Sealand stood behind him, trying to learn the dance moves on the video. Singing along to the English words, "Can you like, stop that?!" Hong Kong turned to his step-brother who completely ignored him and only sung louder.

"OPPA GUNDAM STYLE!"

"It not Gundam style. IT'S GANGNAM!" Hong Kong shouted, as the song ended Sealand stopped and stood beside his older brother.

"I could do better…I'd have an awesome band that plays the best songs and then we'd be youtube famous!" As Sealand yattered on to himself, Hong Kong suddenly had an idea.

"Child, shut up for a moment. What if like, we made a band and like became world famous like Gangnam Style?" Hong Kong gripped onto Sealand's shoulder, staring into his eyes. Sealand gasped and smiled.

"Hong Kong, we need to do that like…NOW!" So they had decided to create the best most amazing band ever. They both called Iceland and Latvia, inviting them to England's house. All four of them sat in England posh home awkwardly for a while before Sealand slammed his hands on the table. "Alright, which one of you did it?" He screamed, making both Iceland and Latvia jump out of their skin. Sealand laughed at his random scare at the two teenagers.

"We want you to be in our best amazing band ever!" Hong Kong continued the shouting, confusing the other two boys greatly.

"Wait, a band? As in singing and guitar and drums?" Iceland replied, pointing out the plain obvious of a band.

"And Para Para Dancing!" Hong Kong shouted back at his friend.

"Para Para? We never agreed to that." Sealand turned to Hong Kong.

"Every band needs like, a Para-Para dancer. I am totally the dancer for that. CHECK THIS OUT!" He slipped out a ipad from his huge sleeve and shown them a video of himself doing a Para-Para dance silently in his bedroom with a serious face and only in his boxers. The video lasted for eight minutes and ended with his randomly kicking China in the face.

"Okay…then…Anyway, you two are now our band members, whether you like it or not." Sealand told the other two, who didn't really know what to say after the random showing on a video of Hong Kong.

They all discussed on a band name, it was difficult and took a lot of thought but they had all decided that the name 'Team Band' was a great name for them. They had assigned their roles in the band Hong Kong demanded to be the Para-Para dancer, because they really needed one. Iceland was forced to sing like Jonsi and make them world famous. Latvia was given the role of lead guitar, even though he didn't know how to play guitar. Sealand was assigned to the role of triangle because he really didn't know how to play any instruments. They had all left England's house after he kicked them out with a broomstick; they had all called him an old hag with Latvia saying he had a warty dick. When Sealand had arrived at Sweden's house, all he was able to talk about was Team Band.

"Can I join Team Band?" Ladonia asked in the middle of dinner.

"What's the magic word?" Sealand asked back, munching away at his food.

"Can I join Team Band, please?"

"No."

"Why not?! I know drums; I can be a great advantage." Ladonia was about to throw a tantrum at any second.

"You don't know the drums."

"I can learn them."

"Sealand, let Ladonia join your band." Sweden spoke sternly; he played with his own food as he watched his sons fight.

"But he's a fucktard and I don't like him!" Sealand shouted out in the table, Finland who sat next to Sealand quickly slapped his son across the head.

"Language, Sealand!"

"But it's true!"

"It doesn't matter if it's true, you don't call it in front of their face." Finland nodded to himself before eating his food. Ladonia sat with his mouth wide open about to say something, "Ladonia, before you say anything, shut up." Finland spoke, Ladonia did what he was told and carried on eating. After dinner, Sealand informed his band members the situation of an extra member forced upon by his father.

The next day, Ladonia snuck into Denmark's house and began to collect pieces of his drum kit. "Ladonia! What the hell are you doing to my drumkit!?" Denmark screeched at his nephew.

"Step aside Uncle Den! I am the new Lars! I have been assigned as drummer in my new band, Team Band!"

"Ladonia, shut the fuck up and put my drum kit back….And never touch it again!" Denmark ordered the boy, who threw a tantrum and ended up putting every piece back into Denmark's drum room.

And so, they had arranged their first meeting in Sweden's garage where Iceland had a broken mic he stole from Sweden's room right next to his ABBA collection, Latvia had stolen Prussia's guitar…just. Sealand had a triangle made for him by his Papa and Ladonia had a pile of paint tins and branches from the nearest tree. Hong Kong arrived with his camera and grinned, "This is like, gonna be the shit!" And so, they created their first song.

((AN: This isn't meant to be good and have perfect grammar and spelling. Just enjoy the badness of it and then you'll probably like it.))