Hey guys! So~

I had this idea, and I couldn't help but write it. As I said in my other fic:

If I have grammar mistakes, comment and I'll fix them.

If you don't like a lil' bit a yaoi, don't read.

I don't own Hetalia. If I did, there would be an episode where 2p!England kidnaps regular England…

This game is like all those other dance games that come out on steroids. It doesn't really exist to my knowledge… (I DO NOT OWN THESE SIMILAR VIDEO GAMES OR ANY CONSOLES EITHER!)

If you want to see what I imagine the Italies dance like to this song, Go to youtube and look up "We No Speak Americano Choreography" (It's the one by idedance… I DON'T OWN THIS VIDEO OR THE CHOREOGRAPHY)

I do not own any songs that will be used in this fanfic!

SO~ Enjoy the dancing madness!

Ludwig sighed as he pulled up to Alfred's driveway. The party started nearly ten minutes ago, and Ludwig hated being late to anything, even something as trivial as a party for the release of a new video game.

What was it called again? Dancey Party? Dance Revolution? Something Dance…

Ludwig thought as he walked up to the front door, but before he even had time to ring the doorbell, Alfred was standing there with a goofy grin on his face.

"I'm terribly sorry for being so late…"

Alfred smiled as he slapped Ludwig on the back.

"No problem dude! Just come on in and enjoy the partay!"

His last word was emphasized be the yells and shouts of all the other party-goers, and Ludwig quickly found himself being dragged into the living room, where the epicenter of the party was clearly located. Drinks in red solo cups covered practically every level surface in the large room, and all the furniture had been moved so that the players of the video game could have enough room to play. Every person in the room was either seated on the massive couches that were touching the walls, on the floor, or they chose to stand. Ludwig ended up sitting next to Antonio on the couch and they both spoke at the same time.

"Have you seen Feliciano?"

"Where's Lovi?"

Their answer came when the two brothers entered the room and both of the two men's jaws dropped. Both of their boyfriends entered the room clad in party-going attire. Feliciano was wearing tight red skinny jeans, a white dress shirt, a black vest with a green tie, and black leather boots that went up to his knees. Romano was dressed in a very similar style, but his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, his tie was red, and he wore black skinny jeans. The finishing touch seemed to be that both brothers were wearing black fedoras, Lovino's having a small Spanish flag pinned to it and Feliciano's having a German flag instead.

They walked up to the front of the room and began bickering on which song to dance to.

"Ve~ We should dance to Butterfly!~"

"No, stupid. What about… Sexyback?"

Antonio's jaw dropped at this, and he nearly fainted at the mere thought of his little Lovi dancing like that. Ludwig managed not to yell out at this suggestion, but he was very clearly failing to keep his blush from consuming his entire face.

"No… What about a song with some Italian in it?! That could be fun!"

"What song did you have in mind?"

Feliciano paused as he thought for a moment, and then a devious smirk graced his normally cherubic features.

"How about…"

He stopped to whisper the last part of his sentence into Lovino's ear, and as soon as Feliciano was done speaking, Lovino curved his lips into a smirk that was nearly identical to that of his brother's.

"LET'S DO THIS, BITCHES!"

***MINI TIME SKIP***

They had gone through great lengths to keep people from seeing the song they were choosing, and after five minutes of cursing and frantically waving arms, the game was ready to start.

The song started innocently enough, some upbeat tune making its way from the speakers as the boys did relatively modest dance moves. Suddenly, Antonio heard the Italian lyrics, which led him to fully understand the nature of the song.

"How can the one who loves you understand you,

If you're speaking half-American?

When you're making love under the moon,

How will you say "I Love You?""

At this moment, the music stopped, and the dance suddenly wasn't so innocent anymore. The music became slightly more of what you would hear in a club, and the dance moves the boys were doing didn't exactly stay modest. The fact that they were executing the dance perfectly made everyone in the room cheer and yell for them. Well, almost everyone that is.

Ludwig and Antonio were sitting there in awe, not able to speak. The boys were performing the dance on the "Pro" level, and they still hadn't made a single mistake. Antonio was nearly sporting a nose bleed at the sight of his little tomato dancing like that, and Ludwig was trying so desperately not to break his façade of neutrality. Let's just say, he wasn't succeeding at that.

The boys finished the dance and smiled at each other. They turned around, hand-in-hand, and took a bow while they tried to hold back their smiles. When they came back up from the bow, both brothers simultaneously locked eyes with their boyfriend's. They walked over, hips swinging and mouths smirking, and sat in their boyfriend's laps.

"So~" Lovino drawled out, "Enjoy the show?"

Antonio found himself speechless. From where he had been sitting, he hadn't been able to see Lovino's face, which was about twenty times better than the dance. He had thick, red eyeliner on, and the very edges were winged out with green. He had never seen Lovi like this, so he couldn't help but stare. He had to stop when he saw that his little Italian was getting impatient, and he had to come up with a way to respond.

"M-Maybe a little more than I should have…"

Lovino gawked at him and let out a rare one of his laughs.

"Well then," he said while putting his fedora on the Spaniard's head, "Maybe you should go next, so I can have my little show of my own. Hmmm?~"

Antonio laughed and looked over to Francis and Gilbert who were looking as though they had planned this.

He chuckled again, and kissed Lovino deeply. When they separated, he murmured huskily with a smirk.

"I guess I have to. It wouldn't be fair not to give my little Lovi a show just as good as he did."

OMG! So, I had written this idea down in my last fanficton, and since I didn't have five reviews I figured: "Hey, why not go ahead and write the other fic?"

So~ This crack!fic will have many chapters as long as I keep getting song suggestions, and I'm willing to do omakes every now and then if more than one (awesome) song is suggested.

SO: CONTEST: First to review decides what song the BTT will dance to! ;)