A/N: Ouch… my arms hurt. I've been playing baseball (my co-curricular activity) for 4 straight hours. Excuse me for any bad writing, that's because of my arms shaking…

Anyway! Important notice. Please read this before continuing with the story. I am a very random person with plots coming in whims, thus the later parts will be completed in random verses. I'm sorry, but I had the worst writer's block thinking what to write for America. There really isn't much to say about HIM.

Anyway, sorry for the long author's note. And now, onward with the story!

The stereotype song: how it came about

By Infinite IceFire

Part 2: India

Let's come together and live in this world

Like the unibrow on an Indian girl

And we should d-d-dance to these stereotypes

If you had looked into the window of House 84 in Hetalia W- Village one day a few years ago, you would have been able to see a dark-skinned brunette holding a bottle and grinning wickedly.

India smirked as she brandished the large bottle of eyebrow-gro. "To hell with England and his infernal teasing! With this brand new formula I have created, I will have beautiful eyebrows in no time at all! Just imagine that look on England's face when he sees me again!" India cackled, swabbing a piece of cotton wool with the thick brown liquid. She applied it across her sparse eyebrows, gasping as the burning sensation hit her. It will be worth it, she told herself as she gritted her teeth, imagining the look on England's face when she turned up with beautifully arched eyebrows instead of the thin, scraggly ones she currently had.

A triumphant smile tugged at the girl's lips as she drifted off into the realm of dreams.

England stared.

No, scrap that.

The whole world stared. Literally.

Standing in the hallway was a smiling India, bangles jingling on her wrist, sari long and flowing. India never wore those sorts of things to a World Meeting. That is, when she bothered to attend them.

But that was not what drew their attention.

It was her forehead.

India laughed. "Speechless, aren't you all?" she sneered, glaring rather pointedly at England, who strangely seemed to be having a convulsive fit. The hall was absolutely silent.

India smirked again as she sashayed to an empty seat.

The World Meeting was unusually quiet that day.

Even more bizarre, once America announced the end of the Meeting (in a rather muffled voice), every single country but India grabbed their coats and tore out of the hall. Leaving a baffled and confused India behind.

"What's with all of them?" she wondered, as she walked out of the deserted hall.

The Allies barely made it to their headquarters.

Once they were in the soundproof secret meeting room, England triple lock the door.

The Allies stared at each other.

And they burst into uproarious laughter.

"Oh… my god. Did you… see that?" England choked, holding onto the doorknob for support as he guffawed.

America was giving new meaning to ROTFL as he literally had a laughing fit on the floor. "That. Was. Just. EPIC!" he declared after much difficulty.

"Ohonhonhonhonhonhon…" France snorted, replaying that priceless moment when India had burst into the Meeting.

"India is very funny, da?" Russia giggled childishly.

"What's more, panda and I got pictures, aru!" China held out a small camera as the nations crowded around it.

Their faces soon stretched into sadistic grins as they all thought of the same thing at once.

Blackmail.

America was the first to speak.

"Okay dudes, we've all had a long day. I suggest we get a good night's sleep and tomorrow, we can have a meeting to discuss… some fun stuff." The nations all smirked again at the implication as they parted ways, each holding a different photograph.

No one, however, noticed a spare photograph float under the table, never to be found.

A picture of India, with a unibrow resting on her forehead.

Oh, the countries were so going to enjoy it.

*End of Part 2*

A/N: Hooray! Hope you guys liked it! Watch out for the next part: Ireland and China gets high at a bar… this can mean no good…