disclaimer: i don't own hetalia!

Summary: well you see, its about this awesome band, who hosts a conest apperenty! and so Lovino must now enter that contest to be able to win it and sing with the group! but read it! it'll be fun :)

Chapter one: how it all began

Lovino's POV

"Maledizione! These bitches are driving me crazy!" I yelled angrily cupping my ears with my hands. Me, Alfred, Mathew, and Kiku (the only people I even consider friends) were all in the hallway trying to make it out of the school without getting hit by some random person. It was Friday. And today HAD the day that those three bastards, also known as the Bad Touch Trio, had to come to Hetalia High.

The band consisted of a stuck up, perverted French bastard named Francis Bonnefoy, a narcissistic idiot, Gilbert Beilshimdt, and stupid, happy go lucky Spaniard named Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.

They were world famous rock stars. The idiots. And all of their trash they called music, were best sellers to people all over the world. They weren't only known for that. No. I bet that if they were fucking ugly, they wouldn't sell a single cd! The three could be the hottest male models out there. I mean, Francis is well, Francis. Wavy blonde hair down to his shoulders, light blue eyes, he's handsome. And He's French so more than half of everyone he meets wants to do him. Gilbert is really pale, making his red eyes stand out a lot. I think he's the tallest one of them and probably the most annoying. The man's so full of himself he practically barfs out little Gilberts. And Antonio. That disgusting Spaniard with a six pack, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes. Supposedly the 'nicest' one. But it's all for show I'm sure. And shut the fuck up. I can say all that because I'm bi sexual bastards!

"There they are!" a whiney, but pretty bitch yelled. See? I like girls too! A bunch of screaming teens ran to the school's doors crowding them like they were bees. Damn it. If I don't get out of here soon, I'll be trampled to heath! A tall, robust looking German, ugh I hate Germans! Body guard kept all the crazy fans at bay as the idiots made their way through the crowd.

"They are so loud" my friend Kiku stated calmly showing no emotion in his face as they stopped in front of us.

"Ah? 'ow strange. Usually people would kill to 'ave us standing in front of zem!" Francis mused his arms. I used all the power I could muster to not hit him square in the jaw.

"Ja! The awesome me should be praised!" Gilbert gloated as he put an arm around Antonio smiling smugly. The bastard just laughed and scratched the back of his head. I shook mine and scowled.

"Well if it isn't the Bastards Who Can't Sing Shit? French bastard, tomato bastard, and potato bastard!" My friends snickered watching the band members scowl, well Antonio just kept smiling stupidly.

"Watch you mouth you bitchy Italian!" Gilbert sneered. Oh now that did it. I pulled up my sleeve ready to take my blow but Alfred stood in front of me before I could do anything.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you dud. This guy's a ticking time bomb" I punched his back and he gave me the finger wincing slightly. I smirked then glared back at Francis.

"What are you idioti doing here anyways ah?"I spat.

" Well you see, there's going to be a battle of the bands soon, and some people are going to sign up to go against each other!" Antonio cheered. I scowled once more and crossed my arms.

"That still doesn't answer my question dumbass" in noticed Gilbert rubbing Mathew's cheek. He blushed unwillingly shrinking a little. Who does that Potato bastard think he is? Harassing my friends like that!

"Whoever wins, will get to sing onstage with us! Isn't that awesome?" the narcissist asked.

"Who would want to sing with you guys?" Alfred asked blowing a stray hair that fell to his face.

"People 'ho can actually sing" Francis shot back. Just then, millions of teens ran back into the hallway screaming their names. The three looked at eachother with worried expressions.

"Well, it was nice talking to all of you amigos, but we have to go! Bye and adios ternura!" Antonio shouted winking. Wait did that bastard just wink at me? I felt my cheeks go incredibly hot… with anger damn it! And watched as they ran leaving us four getting trampled by these stalker fans.

"Hey I can sing douche bag!" Alfred called angrily.

"Dudes we need to sign up for that battle of the bands thing dudes!" he shouted placing his hands on his hips matter of factly. I scoffed, Mathew rolled his eyes, and Kiku, well he just stared at the bastard blankly.

"No way in hell" I stated simply. I wasn't because I couldn't sing. No! I was fucking better than Sinatra! Well maybe not, but I was decent! It was because the whole idea was stupid and since it was Alfred's it was bound to wind one of us up in the hospital.

"Come on" he whined jumping up and down.

"Me and grumpy here could sing! Kiku your awesome at playing the drums and Mattie could play guitar!" I glared at him angrily and hit the back of his head.

" No means no stupid!" and with that we walked outside of the school. We would always wait for Alfred and Mathew's mother to come pick them up so then me and Kiku could walk home so we sat on the school's front lawn.

"Are we still going to watch the movie?" Mathew suddenly asked breaking the awkward silence.

"Oh yeah. I'll be there by six." I told them. the three nodded.

"I will too." Kiku told us. We sat there for a while until Alfred spoke up.

"Umm, would it be ok if another person came?" he asked us nervously. I scowled. If it was another one of his comic buddies I swear I would murder him then and there.

"Who?" Kiku asked.

"Oh just this guy that's watching over us

"He's watching over you Alfred. Mom and dad think that if someone isn't looking after Alfred, he'll end up in a hospital. Or jail." Mathew explained. I scoffed and smirked.

"so a babysitter?" Alfred frowned then looked away.

"He's like two years older than me! It's not a babysitter. Plus he's all British and stuck up" He told us rolling his eyes.

"Ahh. So a boyfriend" I laughed so hard. I have never heard Kiku say anything like that ever. And the look on Alfred's face was priceless! His cheeks were all red and he tried sputtering out words but it only came out as 'adklhadoffrrrreddurr'

"Come to think of it, you're always annoying him trying to get his attention Alfred" Mathew pointed out closing his eyes and putting a finger up in the air for emphasis.

A black SUV came into view and started honking. Mathew and Alfred grabbed their backpacks and headed towards the car.

"What ever! He's coming though!" he called then got onto the passenger's side of the car. They almost drove off, but Mathew screamed slightly and the car halted. He got on and then they left leaving just me and Kiku. We both sighed and stood up walking home.

"You know Lovino? I think that band thing could actually be a pleasant experience." Kiku suddenly said. I stopped abruptly and held his shoulder.

"Are you crazy? I couldn't even imagine you loosing a puzzle piece without freaking out. Think of how extreme this would be!' I told him. He smiled slightly and sighed closing his eyes briefly.

"Never test the depth of a river with both feet." He nodded wisely. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop it with that whole Japanese wiseness thing! It's getting annoying" he only shrugged. The rest of the way we remained silent. But it wasn't awkward because Kiku wasn't one to talk a lot. Once we made it to a corner, we bid our goodbyes and parted ways leaving me alone to my thoughts.

Making a band with these guys. Pfft! That's the stupidest thing to ever be said out of Alfred's mouth. Maybe not the stupidest. But definitely idiotic.

When I finally got home, I was greeted happily by my brother Feliciano and my grandfather Romulus. It looked like Feliciano was working on one of his many art works. And like always nonno was praising him. What have I ever done? Just become part of the football team, and the track team. I guess. But apparently, those aren't such a great accomplishments. When we one our first trophy, nonno congratulated me with a pat on the back, when Feliciano got second place in a art show, he took us out for dinner and let Feli choose two plates of pasta. God damn it.

"How was school fratello?" he asked me kindly. I set my backpack down on the couch and sat myself down also. I shrugged and flipped on the tv.

"It was alright I guess." I told him. He nodded and smiled turning back to his picture. I sighed. It wouldn't be long until Feliciano would get known for his artwork. It's too bad we don't have enough money to send him to New York. He has a lot of talent. And I know what you're thinking. But hey! I care for my brother and I'm not some sissy who doesn't want their siblings to fulfill their dreams when you can't fulfill your own!

I hadn't realized I had eventually dozed off on the couch and nobody woke me up. So when I did, I let out a loud scream because it was five fifty seven. I had one minute to get ready and I would have to sprint to Alfred's house. I ran up the stairs to get changed quickly then rushed out of my house door running to Alfred's.

Lovino doesn't insult Antonio so much! Awww!

Translations (even though there aren't many)

Maledizione- damn

Ja- yeah

Idioti- idiot

Amigos-friends

Adios-bye

Ternura- dear

Please correct me if I wrote their names wrong and sorry if I'm a little OOC!

OMG! I'M FINISHED WITH CHAPTER 1! OH MY GERD! I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND REVIEW PREATTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP! YAAY CHARIES! I'LL TRY UPLOADING A NEW CHAPTER TOMORROW! SO REVIEW AND STUFF! dumble dora the explorer out!