It is by the twenty-seventh play, that Homestuck finds himself growing truly annoyed. That is to say, he's dealt with this scenario before, the upbeat tone of something or other leaking down the hallway, instrumentation laced with pretty words he'd never be able to understand. On that notion, said lyrics probably weren't too thoughtful anyway. He however, will simply have to find another way to deal with his matesprit's eccentricities.
It is by the twenty-eighth play, that Homestuck is tempted to say something. He's been able to pinpoint the starts and ends of the two melodies to a near exact by this point, and has been keeping count since then. He's attempted far too many distractions for none to have worked until the bout ended. Rather, he's given up trying to ignore it. He now can only wait it out. He is tempted to say something, but surely his matesprit will stop the loop soon.
It is by the twenty-ninth play, that Homestuck decides to say something. He stands abruptly from the bargain brand office chair he'd been planted in for the past three hours, not concerning himself with the creaks and groans the thing let out. His movements are swift, and he's now at the source of the noise. He could knock, but the overpowering sound of brass instruments worming it's way into seemingly every corner of the apartment told him otherwise. The bedroom door opens soundlessly, and he finds out why exactly his matesprit hasn't stopped at a reasonable point. He is grateful for his decision to put a stop to the sound, as Hetalia is utterly passed out, which is something Homestuck would call a miracle, what with the noise the speaker not five feet away from him was emitting.
It is by the thirtieth play, that Hetalia wakes up. This of course wouldn't have happened for god-knows-how-long if it hadn't been for his boyfriend's favored method of rousing him. A smirk had played at silvery lips, before they were promptly pressed against his own. The grin that'd been plastered to his face beforehand had faltered in confusion for a moment, before returning as Homestuck removed his own. This earned him nothing but raucous laughter from his matesprit, and that didn't bother him in the slightest. In a moment, he explains the situation.
"The thing's been playing on loop for at least an hour and a half now."
"And?"
"Turn it off."
"Why couldn't you?"
"Huh?"
"You could've turned it off at any point, you dumbass."
"At least I'm not the dumbass who managed to fall asleep to literal yelling in his ears, and still wasn't woken back up by it at any point."
"Oh shut up."