"What the bloody hell are you doing, America?!" England said as Alfred dragged Iggy across the floor of the bar.
"You'll see!" Alfred chirped. "It'll be awesome!"
Gilbert chimed in. "Not as awesome as me!" he argued. "Kesesesesese..."
Kiku and Heracles were talking when Kiku stopped when he heard the argument going on between the other men. "America-san, what are you doing?"
"Who cares...? Let's just follow..." said Greece nonchalantly. He knows something, Kiku thought.
Alfred hopped onto the stage and grabbed the mic. When he started to speak, the whole bar went silent to listen. What the hell? Arthur thought. "Okay you guys, as I promised, I brought some of my friends to karaoke it out to see who's the best!"
All the countries, France, England, Japan, Greece, Prussia, Russia, China, Germany, Italy, Canada, and even Romano stopped yelling at Spain to stare in shock. "Dammit, what is this for, you burger-eating bastardo?" Romano asked angrily.
Alfred shrugged and continued to explain into the mic. "All the countries will sing, whether it's a duet or a solo, to see who is best. We have selected 3 random judges. They will give 1 to 10. Then we will add up the scores out of 30. The three finalists will go head to head to see who wins."
"Oui, and what do we get out of zhis, huh?" asked Francis.
"Be patient, I was getting to that. Whoever wins gets a couple's vacation to Greece's place, which Heracles so generously provided."
"And what about you?" asked Iggy. "Why do we have to do it and you don't?" he fumed.
Alfred smiled evilly. "Who said I wasn't participating?" he grinned. "Let the singing begin, dudes!"