I'm In The Band Chapter 1, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Alright! So, first time doing a full out USUK story (I only have them in snippets in my other stories) and I'm not sure how it will do. If I ever write ANYTHING it's usually Spamano or Germano (I are a Romano fangirl.) Oh well, here goes nothing.

Enjoy!~

Chapter 1: Paralyzer

"Hey Alfred! You wouldn't believe what I just won." My brother says, leaning over the back of the couch I was sitting on. Currently I was in the middle of Resident Evil 4 and I was itching to just lose the game and blast Ashley's head off.

Finally losing my patients I just go ahead and blast her head away with a Chicago Typewriter. Ah, sweet justice. "A trip to a hockey game?" I ask sarcastically, sliding my tongue against the inside of my lower lip. I always chewed on it whenever I started getting annoyed by something.

"No, don't you know hockey season just ended? Anyway, I won some tickets to go see the band Relic and I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me?" Glancing over at him I notice he was holding two tickets. Relic was supposedly some new band which I could care less about. True I hadn't heard any of their music but still…

"Fine Matthew, but there had better be some hot chicks there." I finally say after awhile. Matthew gives me one of his gentle smiles and hands me a ticket.

"Thanks Al."

~ At the Concert ~

Maybe this was a bad idea after all. So far everyone I had seen was either dressed for a punk concert or a rave. There was a HUGE amount of people dressed in everyday but somewhat expensive clothes. Good thing about that group was the majority were a lot of really hot girls. Bad thing was they were all wearing an Italian flag of some sort and ignored me completely.

The ravers seemed friendly enough but all the colors were giving me a headache. That and the only plain colors on them were various forms of a Prussian flag. I probably wouldn't have known that if I hadn't actually paid attention in history class.

The last group probably got on my nerves the most making me chew my bottom lip constantly. All of them spoke in a British accent even though it was clear they were American. God I hated that accent. And who would want to be a Limey anyway? But this seemed to be the largest group and they were all covered in paint resembling the Union Jack. That and they wore the largest array of punk clothing I had ever seen. It was like Hot Topic had thrown up.

"Here you go!" Matthew says as he tosses a VIP pass over my head. Great, so I had to meet the band as well? Unsurprisingly my brother was decked out in full blown rave style, even going so far as to spray his hair a little with a plethora of colors.

I open my mouth to complain when the people around me break into sporadic cheering. Turning around I notice a roped area had been erected behind me, making a pathway. A tall, light blonde, buff, German came first, checking things off on a smart phone. The person who came next was a naturally white haired and red eyed guy dressed in raver fashion with a Prussian flag hanging from one of his shoulders. As he walked past he gave my brother a wink. Gay fag.

The next one was shorter and wearing relatively normal clothing. A white button up shirt, blue jeans, and a black fedora with a dark red silk ribbon around its base. He smiled at the ladies and glared at the men , letting his brunette bangs fall across his eyes a little and I notice a strange curl popping up from the right side of his head.

Rolling my eyes I decide to prop my arms on one of the posts and lean on it until the crowd around me dispersed so I could leave. As I look at the ground and let my thoughts wander I fail to notice my glasses sliding off my nose until they fell on the floor. Two well worn military boots stop in front of them and the person stoops to pick them up.

He had short, unkempt blonde hair that went well with his pale skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his torn blue jeans were sagged a little. The guitar slung across his back had a Union Jack painted on it and when he looked up to hand me my glasses back I notice his eyes were an intense toxic green set underneath unusually large eyebrows.

The smile he gives me as I take my glasses from his hand was friendly but mischievous which made the girls around me erupt into squeals. He waves to me as he walks off, casting me a final glace over his shoulder.

"Hey Matt? Who was he?" I ask as the crowd finally disperses.

"The short blonde? He's the singer and guitarist for Relic. I'm surprised he stopped and picked up your glasses. Although he isn't the bad boy, that's more or less Gilbert, he's not considered all that nice." I follow him over to some of the food stands nearby.

"So what kind of music do these guys play? And who was the big burly German dude?" I ask as I order a hot dog from a food cart. Matthew starts heading to the seating area.

"They play almost any genre. But mostly punk. Arthur's the lead vocals, although they all sing, guitarist, and he plays the piano. Gilbert plays drums and a cello. Lovino plays bass, violin, flute, and some other instruments. And the large German is Gilbert's younger brother, Ludwig, who also doubles as the manager." We sit down in our designated seats. There was ten minutes before sundown when the concert would start.

"Why don't they hire on more people?"

"They tried. First they added a Frenchman named Francis but he kept fighting with Arthur. Then they hired a woman named Elizabeta. She decided she hated Gilbert and assaulted him whenever he came into range. They haven't found a reason for it though. Next they hired a Spaniard but he had a problem with keeping his hands off of Lovino. I heard he can't have kids anymore."

Wincing I glance around our area. We weren't in the front seats but up in the stands of the baseball stadium we were in. Sniffing the air I realize we were close to the food areas. Good, because I would no doubt ditch my brother to just go waist money on food.

~ Sundown ~

"Hey! How's everyone doing tonight!" Gilbert shouts from a mic on stage. Arthur visibly rolled his eyes and Lovino winked to a group of girls in front. Gilbert's question was met with raucous cheers and I feel my eyes roll. Hey, I could be a skeptic couldn't I?

But then they started to play and Arthur opened his mouth to sing.

"I hold on so nervously to me and my drink
I wish it was coolin' me
But so far has not been good, it's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should

This club has got to be the most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well, I am imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

I hold out for one more drink before I think
I'm lookin' too desperately
But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home
If one thing really means one

This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks
That would be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Here Arthur broke into a guitar solo with Gilbert bringing him up fast with his drums.

"Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

Not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you"

As the song came to an immediate halt the fans around me broke into ear damaging applause and screams. That had been great. Arthur takes a step back from the mic and says something to Lovino who nods and relays it to Gilbert who nods as well. Gilbert turned his head to the side, offstage and said something. A moment later two huge T.V. screens light up and show various members of the audience.

Maybe I could stay and listen to the whole thing.

~ End of Concert ~

"Alright! You guys have been AMAZING!" Gilbert says, coming up to the mic again after their finale and the fireworks had exploded in a glorious display. Arthur says something to Lovino who walks over and pushes Gilbert away from the mic.

"Now we would like to take the time to invite down our VIP guests." Lovino says, pulling out a tag similar to Matthew's and mine. Arthur steps up.

"This would be Matthew Williams." Good lord! Was it actually possible that someone was able to make the British accent sexy? And that person wasn't a woman? "And Alfred Jones. Sorry to everyone else. We filled our VIP quotas for the night." He gives the crowd a final wave and steps away. Gilbert salutes the audience and Lovino tips his hat. A moment later they walk off backstage.

With surprising speed, agility, and strength, Matthew halls me up and shoves me along at what I would call a breakneck pace. A few minutes later we make it to the field below. Matthew and I switch around and he drags me instead of pushes me across the field. We make it to the side of the stage and show our badges to the staff who motion us on.

"THERE THEY ARE!" We get hit with as we step backstage. We probably would have gotten tackled or something if Ludwig hadn't grabbed his enthusiastic brother from behind.

"Unlike you bruder, they don't need a shower. It is inadvisable that you touch them." Gilbert sighs as his brother drops him on the ground.

"You're no fun West. I was only going to touch the smaller one anyway. Unlike you and everyone else gathered, other than myself, he's adorable. Well, Lovino could be an exception." I can't say I was all that surprised when said Italian punched him in the head. Nor can I say I was surprised when he started cussing him out. Although I was surprised at how many bad words he knew.

This whole time Arthur had been sitting on top of one of the boxes, towel draped over his head, obscuring his eyes. Gilbert, after rubbing his head, gives the British man a smile. "What's wrong Arthur? Is the tall boy making you nervous? Are you shy?" Arthur lets the towel fall from his head. His face was only slightly red, probably due to the heat from the lights.

"Nothing's wrong, no he's not, and I'm shy to a point." He says bluntly then turns to me. "Tell me boys. Do either of you play a bloody instrument?"

Ludwig gets a phone call and walks away. Gilbert takes this chance to jump up and tackle my brother, I'm just glad it wasn't me. "I play guitar and I write a bit. Why?" Arthur pulls his large eyebrows into a small furrow.

"The reason we didn't drag more people backstage is the fact that we're swamped. We were hoping, due to your background given to us by your old music teacher, that you would join our band. You see, your brother wasn't chosen at random. That would be Gilbert's doing." Said albino stuck out his tongue as he finally got off my brother.

"Like you can play guitar and back up guitar at the same time? And besides, we need a soundboard controller." Which was something my brother could do. Ludwig returned and held out a few forms for us if we wanted to take them. "Lovino, your turn!" Gilbert pipes up. Lovino sighs.

"Alright, if you go with us then you get to see the world, get paid enough money to retire in your twenties, have woman basically fall over backwards for you, or if you're not into woman you can have men too." At this Ludwig's gaze shifts over to Lovino who looks up. "What? You act like Gilbert isn't a bisexual douche bag."

"Proud of it!" Gilbert calls from where he's sitting and I think over what these guys were offering. I had always wanted to see the world and the women sounded nice. Without another moment's hesitation I grab one of the forms and zoom through it.

Looks like I'm in a band.

Tell me how I did since I can't think anymore due to all my stories pilling up. Every chapter has one song in it where I will put down a link to see or hear what it is.

Here's this one, Paralyzer by Finger Eleven

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Ciao!~