I do not own Hetalia or the song Friday.

Seven A.M., waking up in the morning.

Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs

Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cer-

"How many times do you have to use the word 'gotta' in less than 10 bloody seconds?" Arthur grumbled as he smashed one of his hands down on the alarm clock, the other rubbing his face. He sighed, then stretched, getting out of his bed and moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He mumbled something along the lines of 'That is probably Alfred's favorite song..' as he grabbed some fresh clothes and shut the bathroom door.

Gotta have cereal

Seein' everything, the time is goin'

Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'

"Man, that line always scares me.. " Alfred shuddered as the line was said.

"I mean what if everybody WAS Russian? What if they were like Ivan! Oh god, I should just shut up, I'm scaring myself!" Alfred talked to himself as he threw his finished bowl of cereal into the sink, not bothering to wash it. Alfred grabbed his phone and slipped on his leather jacket taking his keys out of his pocket and walking to his car and he texted Arthur that he would be there shortly.

The first thing Alfred did when he turned his car on was put his favorite CD in. Said CD contained the song Friday by Rebecca Black, 25 times, so he could listen to it all the time without having to push any buttons. Once the song began, Alfred rolled down his windows, turned the volume up, and pulled out of his drive way and proceded to Arthur's house.

"Partyin', partyin', yeah! Partyin', partyin', yeah! Fun, fun, fun, fun. Lookin' forward to the weekend!" Alfred pretty much screamed out as he pulled into Arthur's driveway.

"Ahaha, I love that song so much!" Alfred exclaimed as he jumped out of his car and ran to the front door of Arthur's home and repeatidly poked at the doorbell for a good 15 seconds.

Arther sighed as he heard the doorbell. 'Doesn't that git have any manners!' Arthur thought as he shook his head and opened the door.

"Yo, Artie!" Alfred said as he wrapped his arm around Arthur's head and gave him a noogie.

"Bloody hell! What do you think you're doing, you git! Let go!" Arthur screamed as he struggled to get out of his friend's grasp.

"Oh come on, losen up a bit will you, Artie!" Alfred whined as he let go of his angry friend.

"No, I will not los-" Arthur was suddenly cut off by a familar song.

Kickin' in the front seat

Sittin' in the back seat

Gotta make my mind up

Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday

Gotta get down on Fri-

The song was cut off as Alfred answered his phone. Arthur wasn't surprised about his friend's ringtone. Whenever an obnoxious and annoying, yet extremely catchy song became popular and Alfred got word of it and listened to it, it would become his new favorite song. Arthur was used to it now since this has happend several times before.

"Alright, thanks for telling me. Hero out!" Alfred said as he flipped his cell phone shut and stuck it back into his pocket. When he looked up, he saw Arthur staring at him with an annoyed look on his face.

"Why am I not surprised.. " Arthur said as he turned around and walked to the kitchen.

"Oh, I know! You're not surprised because Friday is the awesomest song ever, because I'm the hero, and because you love me! Ahahaha!" Alfred shouted after Arthur and tackled him to the ground, giving him the best bro-hug ever.

"Get off of me, you bloody wanker!" Arthur screamed. No one heard him. He was now doomed..