Hey everyone, I am back. State testing is done and so is Theater. Now I have time to actually do this stuff. Until finals in June, and the I am free the entire summer.
I do not own Hetalia or Walking on the Sun. Walking on the Sun was asked by Hamburger Pearadise.
"...England." said Prussia.
"Oh, great." England said as he walked over to the stage while Prussia was carrying Canada down the stage. England was a little annoyed since he really was not expecting his turn to sing so early. He walked to the DJ booth, and was thinking to himself. I have absolutely no idea what I am going to sing. I wish Flying Mint Bunny were here, he...she...it..., would know what song to choose. I like a lot of songs but if I have to choose something under pressure I just-
"Um... excuse me, dude." A voice said. England looked up from his daze and saw DJ Boomer. "You've been standing there for about a minute and haven't said a word."
"Huh?! Oh, sorry, I was thinking what song to sing." England said as he was looking through the song list. The songs were arranged by artists in alphabetical order. England searched through the song list and there really wasn't a song he felt like singing so he just chose one from a random band he had heard of.
"Okay dude, time for you to sing. You do remember what song you picked?" Boomer said away from his microphone.
"Yes, I remember you ninny." England whispered to Boomer. When Boomer heard what the Brit said, he had an offended look on his face.
England stumbled on the way to the microphone. He was still nervous and was a little confused at why he pick that song. Yes he liked it but he had a hard time remembering the words. "Umm... Hi, England here. I will be singing Walking on the Sun by Smash Mouth." The stage from under him glowed and consumed his body. When the light subsided, England came out with a red dress shirt, blue-black jeans, and white shoes. His hair was now parted to the left. "Well I guess we should get this started." The music starts and England was a bit afraid of singing in front of everyone, but he knew he had to do this just so someone else who really wants to do it can do it.
It ain't no joke I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it's just a song but it's spice the recipe
This is a love attack I know it went out but it's back
It's just like any fad it retract before impact
And just like fashion is a passion for the with it and hip
Poland after hearing that line was like, "It's like so true."
If you got the goods they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique
"Again, it is like so true, and I am now totally loving this song." Poland said and started clapping to the song. And the other countries followed soon after.
So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there maybe a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walking on the sun
Everyone is clapping along to the song. They seem to be having fun. France was thinking to himself, 'I can not wait for him to come down.'
Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin' man what the hell happened
Then some were spellbound some were hellbound
Some they fell down and some got back up and
Fought back against the meltdown
And there kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it
So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there maybe a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walking on the sun
Then, an instrumental came in and people started dancing, mostly the girls, and they got the guys to join in.
France was possibly having the most fun out of all of them because his friend was having fun on stage, and because England is not a bad singer.
It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no godlike hocus-pocus
So don't sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate
So don't delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there maybe a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned you might as well be walking on the sun
you might as well be walking on the sun
you might as well be walking on the sun
you might as well be walking on the sun
you might as well be walking on the sun
The song ended, and England was relieved. There were cheers and claps coming from the crowd, the loudest being from France, who also winked at him, much to England's annoyance. The stage glowed from under him and returned his clothes to normal, but for some reason left his hair brushed off to the side. He didn't question it and stepped down from the stage. France came up to him and said, "So England, that's a nice look for you."
England was confused. The last time France complemented his hair, it was when he grew it out, and France styled it in his image. "Uhh.. thanks, France."
France replied with, "That is the first time I said something to you and didn't rebuttal with an argument."
"Yeah, well it was nice enough for you to complement me like that, so I just wanted to repay the favor."
France just smiled.
"Okay, everyone, it's someone else's turn. England, choose who is going up next." DJ Boomer said from the microphone. England was shocked and thought it over.
England got up and said, "The next person to sing is..."
Okay everyone, time for suggestions leave them for me below. Oh and if you want to know what you can and can't use, please, read the other chapters.
Oh and the next chapter will be updated sooner than this one because I have the time. Again I am very sorry for making you wait.
Hasta la pasta.