Chapter 7: The Band is Formed
Author's Note: HOLY SHIT! Six chapters with NO PruCan AT ALL? This needs to be changed immediately... Like now. I apologize for the wait, we were going to add it in the chapter before this one but someone *cough*Albus*cough* got lazy and decided to end it as it was. Well, I'm happy that I'm now able to write about their meeting. ON WITH THE PRUCAN!
Ohhh, and the band is in this chapter (YAY), here's some stuff that you should know about songs and stuff
[song titles/playlist number are in brackets]
All song lyrics are bold
underlined means that the lyrics are screamed
when the lyrics look like
(this it means that they overlap)
(this is back round lyrics)
{this means that the lyric is both sang and screamed}
italicized lyrics are spoken
~this indicates how many times something should be repeated~
Don't worry about remembering all of this. You can listen to the song while reading the lyrics, and we'll keep these 'guidelines' at the bottom of each 'song chapter'... And if you don't like screamo... I suggest you either walk away from this story right now or fine the originals of the songs that I'm using... You have been warned.
ON WITH THE PRUCAN!
Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux and Albus C. Flynn do not own Hetalia. They wish they did though.
Gilbert was in a bad mood.
It wasn't because of his hangover. No, he'd had worse hangovers than what he was experiencing now. It wasn't because he had been told to leave the house and not to return (it was really because Ludwig wanted to clean up and Gilbert would only get in the way). Nope that wasn't it; he hadn't spent time with his German Shepherd, Gilhund, or his chick, Gilbird, because of the party, so he used this as pet-owner bonding time. He was in a funk because everyone around him was hooking up. Imagine his surprise to walk down stairs this morning and see Francis eating Amiee's face.
He wasn't jealous of them, oh no he wasn't. This twisted feeling inside of his gut was not jealousy. His stomach was acting like this because of his hangover; he shouldn't have drank that much last night.
.
Oh who was he kidding? Last night had been one of the most humiliating nights of his life! He was hurt and tired of seeing all these mushy, kissy faces around him. He had wished he could go drown somewhere no one could find him. It defiantly wasn't helping that he couldn't get what that Canadian had said to him of his head.
~Flashback~
Gilbert sat in a corner, brooding over what had just occurred. He'd had claim over Roderich, right? Roderich wanted him first, right? Why was he with that idiot Elizabeta? Why didn't he want him?
"Are you okay, Gilbert?" a soft voice above him asked. He snorted and looked at his feet. No, he wasn't okay, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. He felt someone sit down next to him and groaned. Couldn't this guy see that he didn't want to be bothered.
"Did something happen?" the boy (and he knew it was a boy) asked him. Gilbert still didn't answer him. He wasn't planing on answering any time soon. He just wanted to die. Go somewhere and die. A silent gasp was his reaction when he felt arms wrap around him and pull him into a hug. Tears that he surely wasn't shedding were whipped from his face.
"Do remember when we used to climb the huge tree in your back yard?" the boy asked him as he was held. "and you would climb all the way to the top while I got scared half way?" the boy rubbed his back in soothing circles. "I would sit there and cry until you got my mother to come and take me down. Do you remember what you told me when that happened?" Gilbert searched his mind for that memory and looked up, finally, into the blond's face.
"Matthew?" he asked, his voice raw from trying so hard not to cry. "Mattie why do you -"
"You said that crying half way is only going to get me back to the bottom," Matthew said, interrupting Gilbert. "That I have to keep going until I reach the top," Matthew smiled at him. "Stop crying and reach the top, Gil,"
~End Flashback~
He had almost forgotten about Matthew in his years at boarding school. They had been almost inseparable as children, but when the pressures of his life had driven him to smoking, he and Matthew had went separate ways. He was grateful that the blond had comforted him but was ashamed that his pain had been plain on his face. He'd been trying to hid it in and enjoy his party, but it was hard; so hard. Matthew's hug had put him over the edge, but he was glad of it. It hurt less after he'd cried, but it still hurt nonetheless.
Sighing, he decided that he'd had enough time thinking about it and began to walk back home. As he approached his house he heard the pounding sound of a drum. Oh fuck no, he thought, someone's using my drum set? He set off at a brisk pace.
-Hetalia-
"Where the hell is everyone?" he asked, taking the leash off of his dog. Gilbird chirped happily, nesting himself in Gilbert's platinum blond hair.
"Vee~ Gilbert!" Feliciano exclaimed. He was sitting on the couch cross-legged, stroking Ludwig's hair, who was sleeping soundly. "They went down into the basement and said something about band practice," Oh fuck no. Gilbert thanked Feliciano and raced down the steps to hear the music blasting loud. [L's Theme by Yoshihisa Hirano; #2 {its an instrumental}]
Francis was playing his piano, as customary, Antonio was nodding his head to the beat on bass, and Amiee was rocking on the guitar that she brought with her. Surprisingly though, Matthew was the one playing the drums, and not badly at all. He actually looked quite adorable; his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth as he concentrated on his drumming, his eyes holding a determined light. It was quite an easy song to play, but Matthew put himself into it. It was utterly cute.
As the song came to an end, Gilbert started to slow clap. He successfully startled Matthew into dropping his drum sticks and Amiee into uttering a string of swears in French. These words made Matthew blush, as they were pretty harsh words for a girl like her to know. Francis just laughed.
"Sainte Mère putain merde!" she seethed. "Thanks, Berty. I almost pissed my pants," she put a hand over her face to calm her breathing as she heard Antonio start laughing.
"You call him Berty?" he asked giggling loudly. "How come I haven't heard about this?"
"Because I specifically told her to stop calling me that after seventh grade," Gilbert said, glaring at Amiee who smirked at him.
"Serves you right for startling me," she answered back and stuck her tongue at him. She turned to Francis and sent him a small smile. "Now that he's here, I guess we should tell him, huh?" she asked and he nodded.
"Well, mon ami, you understand that while you were gone during boarding school, we've kept on the legacy of the Bad Touch Trio," Gilbert rolled his eyes at Francis' dramatic tone and motioned for him to get on with it.
"Because of this -"
"I've been filling in as drummer since you've been gone, and they don't believe it's fair to kick me out just because you're home," Matthew said quietly, blushing when Francis sent a glare his way for interrupting him. "You were taking too long," he whispered, earning a smile from Gilbert.
"Okay, I understand that, but what does this have to do with Amiee?" Gilbert asked. He didn't feel much anger at Matthew (I mean really, who could stay mad at his adorableness?), and he hadn't played the drums in years. Matthew obviously loved it and Gilbert felt it wasn't his place to take that away from him. He'd much rather play the guitar anyway. He voiced this and heard Matthew sigh in relief.
"Oh, Antonio and Matthew think that I should join," Amiee answered his question. "The only problem that this has already been stated as exclusivity a boy band, according to Francis," she glared at the blond. "and having a girl in it would, and I quote, 'kill its sex appeal'," she scoffed at this comment. "Kill it's sex appeal my ass," she muttered.
"Francis... she looks like a guy," Gilbert said slowly. Especially in what she's wearing right now, he though, taking in Amiee's ripped gray skinny jeans and her blue plad t-shirt. Her hair was styled into a mohawk and if Gilbert was being perfectly honest, he would think she was a boy if he didn't know her. A female looking boy, but a boy nonetheless.
"What's your point here, Gilbert?" Francis asked defensively. He out his arm around Amiee's waist as if to protect her from his words, though he calmed down considerably when Amiee gave him a kiss on the jaw. She was defiantly warming up to him now. He didn't notice Amiee and Gilbert share a look, her eyes sparkling.
"I can just do what I did with soccer!" she exclaimed, giggling slightly. "Gil, you are a freaking genius and a half," his face broke into a smile.
"Well I am pretty awesome," he said.
"What are you talking about?" "What does this have to do with soccer?" Matthew and Antonio asked confused. Francis just thres his hands up and crossed his arms. No one was going to listen to him today.
"Well, Blane's Academy, our school, doesn't have a girl's division soccer team," Amiee explained. Matthew and Antonio got smiles on their face at once while Francis frowned.
"What does that have to -"
"She dressed up like a guy to play soccer and no one ever noticed," Gilbert explained to him. "What was your boy name again?... Ameil?" Amiee smiled.
"So similar to my real name, but yes," she thought about it for a minute. "I can be Ameil to join the Bad Touch Trio!" her eyes twinkled as she thought about it. More adventure for this summer.
"With that settled -"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, it's not settled," Francis said abruptly. "No one said you could join just yet," Amiee rolled her eyes, about to say something when she was cut off. "We know you can play an easy song on the guitar, but can you sing? Could you possibly play a set for us?"
Amiee rolled her eyes again, "Can you guys sight read?" she asked Antonio and Matthew. They both nodded. "Gil, I'm playing Peacock," she said, going up stairs to get something. Gilbert grinned at the other boys while he set up his guitar. Amiee came back down stairs with a few sheets of music.
"Play this," she said, handing it to the respective instrument player. Francis scowled as the others nodded.
"This better be good," he muttered, sitting on the couch across from the band's set up. There was no piano in this song, apparently.
"Oh don't worry, charmant," she smirked at him, "You'll love it," she cleared her throat and strummed before she nodded to Antonio to start a count down.
"Cuatro, tres, dos," [Peacock by Katy Perry (TommySayne Rock Remix); #3]
-pre-verse-
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock ~2x~
-verse 1-
Word on the street, you've got something to show me, me
Magical, colorful, Mr. Mystery-ee
I'm intrigued, for a peak; heard it's fascinating
(C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath)
Words up your sleeves, such a tease, wanna see the show-oh
In 3D, a movie; heard it's beautiful-ul
Be the judge, and my girls, gonna take a vote-ote
(C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath)
-pre-chorus-
I want the jaw droppin', eye poppin', head turnin', body shockin' (OH)(uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, uh, oh)
I want my heart throbbin', gound shakin', show stoppin', amazin' (OH) (uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, uh, oh)
-chorus-
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bee-otch
I'ma peace out if you don't give me that pay off
C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
What you waiting for? Time for you to show it off
Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful
C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath
-pre-verse-
...I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock ~2x~
-verse 2-
Skip the talk, heard it all; time to walk the walk
Break me off, if you're bad, show me who's the boss
Need some goose, to get loose; come one take a shot
(C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath)
-pre-chorus-
I want the jaw droppin', eye poppin', head turnin', body shockin' (OH) (uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, uh, oh)
I want my heart throbbin', gound shakin', show stoppin', amazin' (OH) (uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, uh, oh)
-chorus-
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bee-otch
I'ma peace out if you don't give me that pay off
C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
What you waiting for? Time for you to show it off
Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful
C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath
-pre-verse-
...I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock, cock
Your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock, cock ~2x~
-break-
Ohmigod, no exaggeration
(...OOOHHHHH)
Boy all this time was worth the waiting
I just shed a tear, I am so unprepared
You've got the finest architecture
End of the rainbow looking treasure
Such a sight to see, and it's all for me
-chorus-
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? (huh?)
Don't be a chicken boy, stop acting like a bee-otch
I'ma peace out if you don't give me that pay off
C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath
...(oh, oh, eee, oh)
Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock?
... (oh, oh, oh eee, oh)
What you waiting for? Time for you to show it off
...(oh, oh, oh, eee, oh)
Don't be a shy kinda guy, I'll bet it's beautiful
...(oh)
C'mon baby let me see!
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock, cock
I wanna see ya!
Your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock
...(oh)
I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock; Your peacock, cock
I wanna see ya!
C'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath
Francis stared at Amiee with a complete and utter loss for words. She was smirking at him as if to say 'Like what you see?'. God damn, he did. That song was beyond hot and left him a little more than bothered. Matthew was slightly mortified that he had just sang back up for that. He looked at Gilbert, who simply wiggled his eyebrows at him, making him blush even more.
"So am I in?" Amiee asked, slightly out of breath. The only people she'd sang that song to were Gilbert and her brothers (who were all horrified at their baby sister would write something like that), so he better be grateful that she's even sang something. She smirked again at the slightly dazed look on his face. She was glad that she sang it.
He coughed into his hand. "There is the fact that you still sound like a girl -"
"Sleeping with Sirens," Antonio piped up. He'd been envisioning Lovino the whole time and came out of his trance when he heard the word 'girl'. "Their lead singer Kellin Quinn, sounds like a girl," Amiee smiled at him appreciatively.
"Soo?" Matthew and Gilbert chimed together. Francis shook his head.
"I'm going to regret this later, but-"
"YAY!" Amiee practically dropped her guitar on the floor and raced over to Francis. Straddling his lap, she placed a kiss on his lips. At first it was chaste, but Francis' frustration during the song (it didn't help that she had stared at him with a sexy look in her eyes the whole time) pushed him to lick her lip in question. She gasped and he took his chance to lick his way through Amiee's mouth, tasting every nook and cranny that he could reach. He heard her stifle a moan when her hands entwined into his hair and tugged. When they pulled back, both of them were panting.
"Thank you, Francis," she whispered, licking her lips, still tasting his lips on her's. She was more than a little aroused now, tilting her head to the side to place an open-mouthed kiss on his jaw.
"N-no problem, beau," he cursed himself for stuttering, but he couldn't help it. Something... weird, happened to his confidence when she was around. Cleared his voice loudly behind her and Amiee turned to see an annoyed Gilbert, a flustered Matthew, and a smiling Antonio. She blushed, her face red as a tomato, as she got off of Francis. She heard him sigh in disappointment behind her and chose to ignore it.
"We still need to discuss something," Gilbert said, his voice tight. Matthew put a hand on his shoulder and gave his a questioning look, to with Gilbert gave him a small shake of the head. Amiee looked puzzled at the exchanged, but decided to ask for details later.
"We need a new band name," Antonio explained, oblivious to the exchange. "There aren't three people anymore," all five members got thoughtful looks on their faces before Matthew spoke up.
"BadTouchOrgy," he said so quietly that only Gilbert heard him. Said German laughed uproarously.
"Oh Gott, that's absolutely perfect, Mattie!" he exclaimed. "Bad Touch Orgy," he laughed. Francis and Antonio joined in.
"Kesesesesese,"
"Ohonhonhonhonhon,"
"Fusosososososo,"
Amiee and Matthew looked at them in slight horror. "You guys sound like a bunch of perverted rapist pedophiles!" she exclaimed. Matthew decidedly took a few stepps away from all three of them.
"It's settled then," Antonio said, smiling. "As of today, we are Bad Touch Orgy. That should be a good name to put in for our gig tonight,"
Gilbert stopped laughing abruptly and looked mortified. "WHAT?"
Translation:
Sainte Mère putain merde (French) - Holy mother fucking shit
charmant (French) - lovely
Okay! This is the longest freaking chapter that we've written. There you go guys, the PruCan is finally in effect... let's see how it goes, ja?
Please, please, please, review please. If you do, we write faster, and you get longer chapters like this.. this was a treat because there wasn't much PruCan and the band needed to be assembled... Just press the pretty button, ja? I'd like that.