Uhhmmmm, lol. Ja, I dont know. Random inspiration when hearing German Sparkle Party (WHICH DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, NEITHER DOES HETALIA, AS MUCH AS I WISH IT DID)
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Since he had nothing to do, and West had left his laptop unsupervised (which was never a good idea), Prussia had been surfing Youtube for the last three hours while his brother had gone to a meeting at America's place. Prussia sighed, resting his cheek on his left fist, and randomly searching, "Hetalia Germany Spoofs" with the other. Nothing good was coming up until he saw one specifically interesting one. The albino shrugged, "Eh, why not." and clicked on it.
About ten seconds later, Prussia had fallen on the floor, clutching his abdomen, and laughing until he couldn't breathe.
Germany sighed. The meeting had been a total train wreck. America had come up with the idiotic idea of stopping global warming by creating a giant ice cream machine to cool the atmosphere, until Britain called him a wanker and the got into a fight, Italy decided that it was lunchtime at seven in the morning and made pasta, and so on. He pinched the bridge of his nose. It took everyone over half the meeting to decide on what lunch should be (since the Italy brothers were the only ones who wanted pasta). Hopefully his brother was better off...
He opened the door to a hysterically laughing Prussian, rolling on the ground. And his laptop was out...
Germany cursed himself. Never trust his brother with a computer.
"Bruder! What on Earth are you laughing about!" Germany demanded.
Prussia managed to slow his laughing to a small chuckle and sat up, "Oh, my God...You w-would not," He wiped a tear from his eye, "not, believe some of the things that people post on Youtube."
The German instantly got worried. Prussia was known for looking some serious stuff up on the internet...
"What the hell did you look up, Prussia!" He snarled at his older brother.
He chuckled, "Dude, calm down, it's just a song." He grabbed Germany's laptop, sitting on the couch and patting the empty seat beside him. Germany plopped down beside him, staring intently at the screen.
German...
Sparkle...
Party...
What the hell does that mean...? Germany mused.
Play
Welcome to ze Party! I am sure you have your rubber boots polished und thine hair is perfect.
It feels good to dance. Yah.
Germany trembled worriedly, "Prussia, w-what is t-this?"
Do you like to Party Party? Yes I like to Party Party Do you like to Dancy Dance? Yes I wore my party Pants.
This way too much for the German. He shot from his seat, pulling his hair, and saying something about how he had to get rid of those pants...
While Germany was busy throwing his sparkly, bellbottom pants away in the garbage, Prussia was laughing so hard, it could be heard all the way to Australia, and posting, "German Sparkle Party" on Facebook.