*** This is dedicated to the awesomer than Prussia kattyIm (On Wattpad, which is where I usually post my stuff) for her awesomazing cover page. A special thanks to her and all others reading this Fic~!***

After a moment of silence, France surprisingly volunteered to bring him to a hospital. It wasn't until three minutes later when everyone realized that that was a terrible idea because A: France would probably leave him in the middle of the road when he realized that he got blood on his cape-I mean cloak! And B: He would probably try to molest him while he was defenceless. Or at least, that's what England said before begrudgingly standing to leave the room, ignoring a certain Prussian that pushed through him to get out the door. America jumped out of his seat yelling that he would be the Hero and save Korea from Francy-Pants.

The meeting went on like it normally would if WWIII wasn't going on, which entitled to screaming, yelling, arguing, and threats. That is until France came back, then all hell broke loose. Not because France was back and being France. No, it was because Prussia came back, and he brought a disc. Now, for such a loud, former country, he could be surprisingly stealthily. Everyone was arguing normally with the exception of England and America, and the addition of multiple others, when it happened. A disco ball dropped from the middle of the room, right above the table, and the lights went out. When they came back on, they were full-on laser-disco lights, and a lone albino figure stood upon the table.

"Ja, is this a party?"

Within a split second, Germany knew what was happening. He felt his brother grab his arm and pull him onto the table. "Bruder, no!" The German thrust the microphone back into the Prussian's hands. "I am not doing this!" Prussia smiled and handed the microphone to his brother "Come on, West! You just have to sing this time! I promise! No one will say a word, am I right everyone?" Prussia turned to all of the countries around the table, and was met with a course of responses. "Yes!" "Ja" "Oui~!" "Sí!" "Potato bastard!" "Ya!" "Hai" "Da..." "Shì de!" "Sì! Per favore Doitsu~!?"

Said 'German Bastard' sighed and nodded solemnly. "Fine. I will do it. If, you promise to give the dogs a bath when we get home!" Prussia nodded all to willingly "Ja, ja, fine! lets do this! Hit it!" Then the music began.

~I like German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

At first, Germany was very reluctant to sing, fearing that it could be some sort of prank.

~I like German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

But then he started getting into it, as his brother danced to the song.

~Very German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

And for Germany, it went down hill from there.

~German German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

Our favorite German started full on dancing to the music as he sang. He was quite happy too.

~Do you like to Party Party?
Yes I like to Party Party~

Well, he was happy once he ignored how embarrassed he would be after this.

~Do you like to Dancy Dance?
Yes I wore my Party Pants.~

And then he saw the glint. It was just a small one, but you could easily tell what it was.

~I like German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

Germany stopped singing, full of rage, and turned to his brother "Is that a camera!?"

~Very Hard core German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

A very loud "Kesesesesese!" was heard as Prussia stole the microphone from his brother and kept singing. "Bruder!" a certain German yelled as he took a swing.

~German German Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

"Missed me!" Prussia yelled as he jumped from the table, still singing the lyrics.

~Hard Core Sparkle Party
Sparkle Party Sparkle Party~

In turn Germany jumped from the table and followed after his brother.

~Yes I wore my rubber boots,
Yes I wore my rubber boots,~

"Get back here!" The angry roar could be heard throughout the building, and a certain camera holder chuckled quietly "Ohonhonhonhon~!"

~Rubber boots to dancy dance,
Rubber boots and party pants!
HAHHAHAHAHA!~

The two ran around the room, destroying multiple things, with many words that I would rather not say, being said.

~Party pants party pants
Sparkle party sparkle party~

"This is so awesome! Its going on YouTube!" And that was the last straw.

~feels good to dance,
feels good to dance
very nice to dance,
hard-core dance
hard-core dance
hard-core dance~

Those were the last words our dear Prussian sang before he tripped over a conveniently placed frying pan, and his brother started bashing his head in. When the only sounds he was making was moans, Germany turned to the crowd, still shrouded in disco lights. "Who has the camera!?" Everyone immediately ran past him out the door, with the exception of Italy and Japan. "That was great Doitsu~!" Italy ran over and hugged the agitated German, where as Japan stayed in his respective personal bubble. "That was wonderfur, Germany-san. I'm sure it wirr get many views." Germany sighed, held his head low, and walked out of the building with his 'Supportive' friends.

Several hours later, a lone Prussian awoke. "Bruder?" His only response was a chirp from Gilbird as he nuzzled into his hair. "Ow..." and the still discoed room flashed on into the night.

as a side note to the canadian reviewer... i cant email you for the translation. i dont know your email and you are a guest reviewer. now remember this is as far as i had planed for this fic so i can start taking requests. which may take a while to fill. i appologize in advance for any inconveniance. and my mobile still wont let me use caps or puntuation. other than a period... what the hell