Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Author's notes: pls don't hate me
"Hey guys! Look at what I found!" America yelled as he jumped about like an over excited puppy.
"Does it have to do with the meeting?" England asked.
"Nope! It's a karaoke set! We should totally sing instead of doing boring things!" America said happily.
"America, we are in a meeting. Can we not do this right now?" Germany asked irritably.
"Ve, it looks like fun!" Italy joined in. Soon, the seven countries in the room (England, America, Germany, Italy, Russia, and China) were arguing while Japan awkwardly sat in the middle of the commotion. Canada of course was left out.
Karaoke does sound like fun, Japan thought. Then he shook his head. No, work first, then fun.
After a ten minute war, somehow karaoke won out in the end. Japan suspected it was because England and Germany couldn't resist to say no to America and Italy. Or maybe that was just his fudanshi side speaking. But Japan was pretty sure it was because of that.
Anyway, a screen with all of the lyrics was set up at the front, with the mic and speakers. The singer would sing there, while everyone sat at the tables.
"I'm going first!" America yelled.
"Sure, whatever," England grumbled. "I'll go second."
And so, Italy is third, France is fourth, Russia is fifth, Germany is sixth, China is seventh, Canada is ignored, and Japan was last.
"Alright everyone, listen to the song of my people!" America shouted. (You can skip the singing, if you want. It's only the lyrics)
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
America's singing was very enthusiastic, but very bold, and clear. It was quite nice, actually.
"Okay, Iggy, now it's your turn!" America yeeted the microphone at England.
"You git! You can't just throw things around!" England scolded.
"Whatever, just sing!"
England walked to the front of the room, muttering under his breath. He took a deep breath, then began to sing. (You can skip the song again)
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen!
O Lord our God arise,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall!
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save us all!
Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world ov'er.
From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!
Thy choicest gifts in store,
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush.
God save the Queen!
Everyone applauded politely. England sort of forced the song out, but there was still a sort of passion, for his country, and what it represented. Japan wondered if everyone was going to sing the national anthem. If so, then Japan had other ideas.
"Ve! My turn, my turn!" Italy said cheerfully.
Fratelli d'Italia,
L'Italia s'è desta;
Dell'elmo di Scipio
S'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma;
Ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò.
(It's supposed to be a chorus, but since you technically can't do that solo, pretend it's just the karaoke set making the chorus)
Stringiamci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
L'Italia chiamò.
Stringiamci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
L'Italia chiamò. Sì!
Noi fummo da secoli
Calpesti, derisi,
Perché non siam popolo,
Perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
Bandiera, una speme;
Di fonderci insieme
Già l'ora suonò.
3. Uniamoci, amiamoci;
L'unione e l'amore
Rivelano ai popoli
Le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
Il suolo natio:
Uniti, per Dio,
Chi vincer ci può?
Dall'Alpi a Sicilia,
Dovunque è Legnano;
Ogn'uom di Ferruccio
Ha il core e la mano;
I bimbi d'Italia
Si chiaman Balilla;
Il suon d'ogni squilla
I Vespri suonò.
Son giunchi che piegano
Le spade vendute;
Già l'Aquila d'Austria
Le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia
E il sangue Polacco
Bevé, col Cosacco,
Ma il cor le bruciò.
Everyone clapped. The anthem was very upbeat and cheerful, just like Italy himself. Italy clearly could sing as well as he could draw.
(Now, let's skip France, Russia, Germany, and China, because no one is actually going to read the lyrics. It's basically just their national anthem. So if you want to know what's it's like, just search it up. Now let's time travel to Japan.)
Japan walked over to the front. A small portion of him wanted to sing his national anthem, just like every other country did, but the otaku side of him wanted to sing a song by a vocaloid
Japan shrugged. Oh well, know one would actually care. Too much, at least.
(Now, my friends, to make this as visual as possible, I suggest you search up "A Tale of Six Trillion Years and a Night" by the vocaloid IA. That way, you actually know what it sounds like.)
(Have you listened to it yet? It's literally on youtube. I suggest the one uploaded by HopeandJoy9. The fanfiction isn't going anywhere.)
(Okay just listen to it while reading at the same time.)
(Don't cry if you can't understand the fic from now on if you haven't done what I suggested you to do. It's only like 3 minutes.)
For the first couple of seconds, slow, piano music came on. England relaxed, looking forward to the song, while America looked betrayed that Japan would pick something so classical and not pop or rock. Well. never judge a book by its cover, they say.
Soon, the music became somewhat distorted, and everyone looked mildly puzzled. Then, the music became faster.
Judging by everyone's expression, Japan could guess that everyone was wondering how he was going to sing a song that fast. Well, haha. It's actually possible to do. You just need sheer willpower and anime magic. Without looking behind him at the lyrics, Japan began to sing. He knew the entire song by heart. And every single vocaloid and anime song, but that wasn't relevant right now.
(I can't actually put in the lyrics because it's against the Rules & Guidelines. So yeah, just listen to the song while reading this. It's really good.)
Japan inwardly giggled at everyone's expression. Everyone seemed shocked, probably from the fact that Japan could sing like as anime girl.
China looked as if he was wondering where he went wrong in raising Japan.
As Japan finished, all that could be heard was absolute silence. Then it was absolute pandemonium.
"How the Hell can you sing so fast, dude?!"
"How?!"
"Wait, that not the national anthem of Japan, right?"
"You have a very lovely voice, oh honhonhon~"
"Since when can you sing like a girl, aru!?"
Japan froze. He forgot in his momentary state of otakuness that no one knew he was obsessed with anime. Well, in this case, vocaloid, really. Anime is animation, manga is literature, and vocaloid is music.
"I am a man of many talents." Like writing fanfiction.
"Dude, that's not talent, that's witchcraft! There is no way you can sing that high!" America exclaimed, as did the rest of the countries, still in disbelief.
"Don't worry, you'll learn to sing one day," Japan responded as he swept out of the room to get ready for his next dose of anime and manga.