Summary: Merlin and the gang have done Eurovision. Now they're waiting for the final voting. Fingers crossed.
A/N: I'm sorry but I had to do this!
Eurovision by frostygossamer
Gwaine, Lancelot, Arthur and Merlin sat in the Green Room with all the other artists waiting with bated breath for every national vote to be announced. The UK was still clinging to a disappointing mid-table ranking. Well, at least they didn't get 'NULS POINTS' this year!
The glamorous German commentator glided back towards their sofa to once again grab a little sound bite from handsome singer Gwaine.
Gwaine laughed and brushed his floppy hair from his face, leered into the camera and waved his little Union Jack flag vigorously.
Lance, on guitar, was quietly texting Gwen back home at her Eurovision party, where the champagne was flowing, and Morgana was already flat out with tiddly anticipation.
Arthur, the drummer, was being his normal monosyllabic self. Whenever the presenter gravitated in his direction he pretended to be asleep. Merlin sighed. Arthur was always like this after a gig but he might have made some effort tonight.
The lovely TV lady caught Merlin's eye and suddenly plopped down by his side.
"You're not doing too badly so far", she told him encouragingly. "Enjoying the tension?"
"Not exactly", Merlin replied, smiling nervously. "My stomach is doing flip-flops."
She chuckled politely. "As the UK's song writer you must be quite proud of your score so far. UK hasn't been doing too well in the competition in recent years."
Merlin laughed and nodded. "Well, I couldn't exactly do much worst than last year."
The cameraman waved her on and the boys relaxed again. Gwaine topped up their glasses.
Merlin eyed the leader board and poked Arthur in the ribs. He grumbled and opened one eye.
"Well, at least we're in the top six", Merlin remarked.
Arthur groaned. "Even Greece is doing better than us and that was crap", he muttered.
"It wasn't so bad", Merlin retorted. "Just a bit ...Greek."
Gwaine leant over towards Merlin. "For God's sake. Do your thing and move us up the board. This is painful!"
"I can't do that", Merlin exclaimed. "That would be so cheating!"
"But all Europe would thank you if you could move this thing on to the end."
"Oh no!", Merlin retorted. "This is the best bit."
"Masochist", Gwaine muttered.
"You just don't have the Eurovision spirit", Merlin scolded him.
Arthur stirred grumpily. "No one has the Eurovision spirit when they're on the way down the board", he pointed out.
Merlin stared at the board again. "Bugger!", he exclaimed.
A few minutes later.
"Azerbaijan?", Lance gasped. "Where the Hell is Azerbaijan anyway?"
"It's... Um... Dunno", Merlin replied.
"I'm hoping it's gonna be Italy", Lance said. "If it's Italy I may go next year. Azerbaijan?"
"I'll get you a map", Merlin assured him.
"I may be giving up music all together after this", Gwaine moaned.
"Gwaine, we're gonna finish in the first column. That's almost a result. And you live for the music. We all do."
They all nodded. Win or lose, being here, singing and playing in front of an international crowd this size. It was worth it.
Then the room erupted. The last vote was in and it was all over for another year.
And Azerbaijan had won! Who'd have expected that?
"Well, it was an experience, anyway", Merlin said, slapping Lance and Gwaine on the back.
"Maybe", Gwaine agreed. "But the worst thing by far is that we were beaten by Jedward!"
The End
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed tonight as much as I did!