Sorry for the delay. This one took a little longer than I thought it would, lol.

Chapter 7

It was unsurprising that word spread very fast.

"Hey, wow!" Hungary cheered, holding up her cell phone. "I just got the craziest text message from Po-chan!"

"About what?" Austria asked reluctantly.

"Turkey and ICELAND?" America hollered.

"I hear someone talking about it backstage," Poland said, tucking his phone away. "I guess they were, like, totally making out or something."

"They were snogging?" England gasped, making a face. "Ugh, where is the sense of decency?"

"And the Nordics totally caught them and stuff," Poland added.

"No wonder Norway looks so upset," Lithuania said.

Japan rubbed at his forehead uncomfortably. "Is this what Norway-san was talking about? D-Demo, Turkey-san didn't let on that he knew anything when Norway-san questioned me."

"He…is good at hiding," Greece said darkly. "Nobody should be surprised by this."

"Absolutely not," Cyprus added. "I mean they aren't close with world relations, but when has that ever stopped Turkey?"

"But it looks like little Iceland got plenty of comfort after his performance!" France laughed.

Austria stared blankly at Hungary's text message. "I…don't quite know what to make of this."

"You're not the only one," Germany muttered, looking towards the green room door. "If Aniki ran out on me again…"

"And I gave that boy my perfect score!" Hungary laughed. "But Turkey can be quite outlandish. I hope Iceland can handle him!"

"Who had comfort?" Canada asked quietly as he approached. "A-And, uh, thank you for saving my seat, France."

"No problem." Though France reluctantly moved to his own seat. "It's just that Turkey and Iceland were caught in the throes of passion backstage!"

"T-T-Throes of…" Canada's whole face turned red as he took his seat. "They were having sex?"

"Nie, just lip-locking apparently," Poland said. "The Nordics caught them before it went any further. Although…"

"…Although what?" Lithuania asked very reluctantly.

"Somebody said that Greenland said that Turkey was good in bed."

"Turkey had sex with HIM too?" Cyprus cried out.

Albania laughed lightly. "Turkey has always been able to get around!"

"Nie, not like that," Poland said sharply. "I guess Iceland told Greenland that Turkey was good in bed!"

"Eww!" America whined. "Why would Iceland BRAG about that?"

"Who wouldn't brag about a good lay?" France laughed.

Romano and Japan sputtered violently. America looked at his close friend in alarm. "What's wrong, Japan? Are you choking on something?"

In front of him, Greece laughed very discreetly.

"Oh, my God…" Canada buried his face into Mr. Kumajirou's head. "Why is this conversation occurring?"

France laughed again. "I guess I could go on about my encoun—"

"NO!" most everyone screamed around him.

Several rows ahead of them, the Nordics were trying and failing to ignore the gossip.

"Just keep these pressed to your neck," Finland soothed, gently arranging wet cloths around the purpling bruises on Iceland's throat. "The swelling should go down in a few hours. And you should be able to speak again, too."

Iceland wheezed out pitifully, looking angry and frustrated.

"Honestly, why is any of this a surprise?" Sealand asked, playing on his Nintendo DS. "They both saved each other and helped each other during the Christmas nightmare with the shadow people!"

"Sealand, that was just a dream," Finland reprimanded him.

"Then how do you explain their hookup?" Sealand asked.

Finland shook his head. "Let's talk about something else, please?"

Denmark was no longer crying, but he looked morose. Sweden still looked neutral. Norway however was slumped in his seat, arms folded over his chest, and glaring murderously into the back of the seat in front of him.

"…But these things are possible, though," Sealand said thoughtfully. "It sort of reminds me of Love Mode."

Greenland lurched, and sat straight up in his seat. "You read YAOI?"

Sealand realized what he said and his face turned red. "N-N-N-No, never! I would never read yaoi!"

"Then how do you know what Love Mode is?" Greenland shook his head. "Ugh, I can't believe you read Japanese gay porn! You've got two dads, anyways!"

"…We had two dads too," Faroe said quietly.

Seborga shrieked with laughter. "Sealand reads yaoi! Oh, this is rich!" he looked over his shoulder at Wy. "Did you hear that?"

Wy shrugged. "I read yaoi too."

Seborga's face fell. "Eh?"

"W-WHAT?" Australia shouted, gaping at his little sister in horror.

"What, did Sealand, like, totally raid your stash Latvia?" Poland asked.

Latvia screamed in horror and ducked underneath his seat, while Lithuania and Estonia just rolled their eyes.

"SHUT IT!" Sealand shouted, his whole face red. "I like Naruto and Bleach, NOT YAOI!"

Sweden leaned forward suddenly in his seat and looked at them. "How," he said slowly. "Do either of you know what Love Mode or yaoi is?"

Greenland, too, seemed to realize what he'd been saying and turned red. "DRINKS!" he hollered, jumping to his feet. "Who wants drinks?"

"W-What?" Finland asked.

"…Mello Yello," Sealand mumbled.

"I'll have some water," Faroe said.

"Me too," Finland said. Iceland wheezed again, and feebly waved a hand.

"…Water," Sweden said.

"Just get me some alcohol," Denmark said quietly.

"I can't get alcohol, Denmark!" Greenland snapped. "I'll just get you a Mello Yello too! Norway?"

Norway said nothing, continuing to glare in front of him.

"Water it is!" Greenland said. "I'll be right back!"

Faroe watched him leave. She idly played with her hair. "Why is he so upset? They're just books…"

"Vad är yaoi?" Åland asked innocently.

"Ingenting!" Finland and Sweden shouted.

While Finland was distracted, Iceland pulled out his cell phone and sent out a text message. "Want to hear something funny?"

It didn't take too long before he got a response.

Ireland (mobile)

"What is it?"


"We have the best song this year! There's no way we can lose!"

Ukraine looked at her reflection with a strained expression. "S…Sir?"

"What is it?" her boss came to her side.

"This dress…" Ukraine plucked at the skirt. "I don't know if it suits me."

"But it's a lovely dress!" her boss assured her. "And it's identical to what Mika Newton wears! You don't like it?"

"It's not that. It's just…" Ukraine trailed off hopelessly. It was identical to what Mika Newton had chosen. But…Ukraine couldn't help but feel that Mika's dress had been more…modest. Even with the long off-white skirt her upper body felt too exposed. Her massive cleavage was almost entirely showing, and she felt no support in her breasts. What exactly could her boss be thinking to keep putting her in these outfits?

"Miss Ukraine?"

Ukraine looked over her shoulder, though she self-consciously covered herself with her hand. "Oh, Armenia?"

"Lav, I caught you before you went onstage." Armenia quickly came into the room. "I wanted to wish you good luck."

"Well that's very nice of you," Ukraine said. "Competition is very stiff this year, after all."

"I think you'll do well." Armenia held out his hand to her. "So…good luck."

"Spasybi." Ukraine accepted his handshake. But she stilled. Eh?

"I must go now," Armenia said quickly, pulling his hand away. "But we'll watch your performance, definitely!" Then he hurried from the room.

"What does he mean by 'we'?" her boss muttered. He shook his head and grabbed Ukraine's hand. "Let's go!"

Ukraine allowed herself to be pulled by her boss, because her focus was on the hand she shook with Armenia. In that hand she held a folded note. Careful to make sure her boss wasn't paying attention, she unfolded the note.

"Good luck, Big Sister!"

- Russia

Ukraine smiled at this. Even though contact with her brother was frowned upon, it did make her feel good to know he was thinking of her.

"Sister."

Ukraine screamed with fright, and her boss stiffened. Ukraine's eyes peered to her left, where Belarus was glaring at her. "T-T-Tak?"

"Good luck."

"A-Ah…thank you."

Ukraine still felt frightened though, even after her boss pulled her away. Belarus is just too scary…


"Ah," Poland said, reading the program. "The normal sibling is up next."

"You mean Miss Ukraine?" Latvia asked. "Her performance was…distracting last year…"

"She got tenth place," Estonia said. "So she's bound to get high marks again this year…"

"I really liked the sand art," Cyprus said. "I hope she does it again in this performance."

"Bloody hell, give it a rest!" England hollered, rubbing at his ears. "You've been at it for five minutes!"

He of course was referring to Ireland, who was laughing hysterically. She was waving her cell phone back and forth. "Just sod off and let me enjoy this!"

"Enjoy what?" Northern Ireland asked her.

Ireland only smiled at him. "It's a secret. Although…" she began cackling again. "It would appear that Norway is not as UPTIGHT as he used to be!"

Norway stiffened, and glared over his shoulder. He looked at Iceland, but his younger brother was still reclined in his seat and wheezing. Scoffing, Norway slumped back into his own chair.

"Who's uptight in what?" America asked loudly.

Before he got an answer about that from anyone, exotic music burst from the stage and the arena darkened. The television screen in the back of the stage was blank, but sand spilled across it and silhouetted hands began playing with it.

"When you look into my eyes…World becomes a better place…" Ukraine sang into her microphone. She tried not to focus on a specific face in the audience so she wouldn't be more nervous. "And you know deep inside! Love is taking all the space…"

She thumped a hand against her chest. "Baby—(ba dum!)—ve you…and you?"

"…Uh oh," Latvia sighed.

Ukraine began swaying with the music. "We are birds!—We f—(ba dum!) high and we are falling—(ba DUM!)!" caught up in it, she began jerking her body around. "When I—(BA DUM!) you—My dream are so fear(BA DUM!) We are people of the planet, we—(BA DUM!)"

"…There she goes again," Poland said blandly. "She, like, totally gets into her song and her boobs make totally too much noise."

"Holy shit, look at that sand!" America hollered, pointing at the screen behind Ukraine, the silhouetted hands making intricate designs in the sand. "That's incredible!"

"It's sand outwork," England said, rubbing at his face. "It's certainly aesthetically pleasing…"

Ukraine continued to sing with all her heart, but there was no denying that the…passion she put forth in the song also hindered her. "When you loo—(BA DUM!) eyes…Sun is touching moun—(BA DUM!)"

"Hey, that shape looks like a unicorn!" America shouted.

"HOW does that look like a unicorn?" England demanded.

Iceland choked, and Finland tended to him. "What's wrong, Iceland?"

"I could name a few things," Sweden muttered.

Ukraine finished her song and everyone cheered. She bowed deeply before she remembered the revealing top she wore, and awkwardly curtsied instead before hurrying offstage.

"Five," Cyprus said.

"Four," Estonia said thoughtfully.

"Seven," Portugal said.

"Five," San Marino said.

"Seven," Greece said slowly.

"Two," Ireland said, though she was still giggling to herself.

"Seven," Romano said blandly.

"You are tres cruels, Romano," France whimpered mockingly. "To give such a high score to a country you are not close to, but to give Antonio zero points!"

"Why the fuck are you blaming me?" Romano snapped. "I didn't score him!"

"Ah," Portugal said. "So if you did have control then you would've given him your perfect score?"

"No!" Romano snapped.

"I would give it to Germany!" Italy cheered.

"No we wouldn't!" Romano snapped, grabbing Italy by his collar. "So get that disgusting idea out of your head!"

"Nii-san, you're hurting me!" Italy wailed, his head flopping back and forth. "Don't you care that we didn't score Spain-nii-san?"

"Why the fuck should I care that I didn't vote for his shitty song? He deserves zero points from us!"

"…You didn't vote for my song."

Everyone jumped at this quiet but cold voice. Romano looked over his shoulder to see Spain standing in the aisle. The usually overly cheerful country looked incredibly upset.

"What do you want?" Romano asked harshly, though his fingers loosened around Italy's collar.

Spain's mouth formed a thin line. "You just said you didn't vote for me. I gave you a perfect score, and you didn't vote for me."

"He didn't vote for you either!" Romano snapped, jabbing Italy with his finger. "And why are you pissed off anyways! Our judge selected the score!"

"…," Spain said slowly. "Pero, you're showing no remorse for it."

"N-Now, Spain," Belgium said, rising to her feet. "Let's not—"

"Why should I show remorse?" Romano hollered. "It was a shitty song and a shitty performance!"

"Nii-san, that's terrible!" Italy wailed.

"Jezus, don't you have a brain/mouth filter?" Netherlands complained loudly. "Granted it's Spain you're insulting, but still!"

"Romano—" Portugal cut in, his tone full of warning.

It was too late. Spain jumped over the other countries in the row and reached for Romano. Romano jerked away. "Hey—!"

Spain's hand closed around his wrist and he pulled him out of the seat. "You're coming with me."

"Like hell I am!" Romano snapped, tugging at his arm. "Let me go, you bastard!"

Spain glared at him clearly. "I said you're coming with me."

Romano sputtered, but couldn't come up with a reply as Spain dragged him off.

"Take care now!" France called, waving with a handkerchief.

"You guys are going to miss Serbia's performance!" San Marino cried out after them.

"They aren't missing much," Albania muttered.

"That's not true!"

"Eh…why is Spain-nii-san angry at Nii-san?" Italy said slowly. "Nii-san didn't make the score…he should be angry with our judge."

"True," Poland said smugly. "But then what's the fun in that?"

"Feliks!" Lithuania sputtered.

The arena darkened once more. Albania took the opportunity to jump to his feet. "BOO! JU THITH! DËSHTIMI! TRULLOS!"

"Come now, that's inappropriate and immature!" San Marino cried.

"…I'm definitely changing the locks on my house," Greece complained quietly.


"Wow!" Armenia gasped when he saw his phone. "I gave Miss Ukraine my perfect score!"

"That was very nice of you," Russia said. He didn't add that he was pleased Armenia didn't give his perfect score to Georgia this year. "I gave her ten points."

"Eh?" Armenia looked over his shoulder at him. "Not a perfect score? Then who got your perfect score, Russia?"

"Ah…" Russia forced a smile and laughed. "No one…kolkolkol…"

"Ten points."

Russia stiffened at this voice, but Armenia approached the door to see Belarus shoving her cell phone in Ukraine's face. "Ah, there she is! You can tell her the score you gave her!"

"I don't think her boss would appreciate that," Russia said sourly.


"PËRBINDËSH! DEMONI! NJERI I PRISHUR!"

Serbia could hear Albania's mindless shouting even as he took the stage. He sighed heavily. Just focus on the damn song…

"I'm back!" Greenland cheered, armful of bottles of water and Mello Yello. "Who had what?"

"Denmark and I had Mello Yellos!" Sealand said, taking his and gulping it down. At least that…yaoi subject is a dead one…

"Here, try to drink some water," Finland said, offering it to Iceland.

"His Onii-chan should be doing that," Sweden said coldly. "He did that to him, after all."

Norway ripped the water bottle out of Sweden's held out hand and angrily chugged it down.

The peppy sixties-esque music blasted through the arena and bright colors burst from the screen behind him. "Ciča zima i svud je prokleti led. Baš sam imala težak dan…"

"Whoa, I'm having trippy flashbacks," America said.

"Woo-hoo, Serbia!" San Marino cheered.

"Zot, don't cheer for him!" Albania snapped, no longer his cheerful self.

"I can cheer for him if I want to!"

"Ve…" Italy nervously looked over his shoulder. "Where did Nii-san and Spain-nii-san go off to?"

"They're, like, probably have an adult conversation," Poland said.

"Feliks—" Lithuania began.

"Well, they took a shower together already," Italy said thoughtfully.

"W-W-W-WHAT?" Seborga shrieked.


"I istog trena vredium kao hiljadu žena! Jer njemu sam lepa! I jaka ko stena!"

Romano shoved hard against Spain's shoulders, finally succeeding in getting the other country to let him go. "Just get off me! What the fuck's the matter with you throwing these idiotic temper tantrums? Did I throw a shit-fit when you only gave me EIGHT POINTS in 1997?"

Spain's head remained low. "I'm…not angry about the score."

"The hell you aren't! What the fuck are we doing back here if—"

Spain reached out and grabbed Romano by the front of his shirt. "Three years, now."

Romano blinked. "Huh?"

"For the past three years now, I've dedicated my songs to you. Sure, I personally don't pick the songs but when the lyrics suit my feelings. Yet you…" Spain leaned forward to rest his forehead against Romano's chest. "You continue to mock me and belittle me."

Romano scoffed. "If you weren't such a fucking sissy, then I wouldn't mock you! And how am I supposed to know what the fuck's in those lyrics? I don't speak Spanish!"

"How can you not know Spanish?" Spain demanded. "I poured many hours into teaching it to you! And our languages are practically identical!"

"Well, what do you want me to say?" Romano snapped. He could feel frustration building inside him, but he knew it wasn't from feeling annoyed by Spain's behavior. "Want me to fawn over your songs like a fucking girl? Or would you rather hear honesty, bastardo?"

"I want you to tell me I did a good job!" Spain thumped his forehead against his chest. "Do I ask a lot from you, Romano? I accept your insults and physical abuse, and I even accepted your half-hearted confession to me! But why is it easier for you to say 'you suck' than 'good effort'? Do you have any idea how much that hurts me?"

Romano blinked very slowly. This was very much unlike Spain at all. "I-I'm not the only saying your songs su—"

"You think I give a damn what a bunch of strangers on the internet say about my entries? I really…take too much from you." Spain laughed sadly. "Especially when you don't take my feelings seriously…"

"…Haa?" Romano slowly rubbed a hand over his own face before anger snapped through him. "I know you're a fucking idiot, but are you really THAT DENSE?"

"How am—"

"If I wasn't taking your feelings seriously, would I even be having sex with you?" Romano yelled. He started strangling Spain. "Would I put up with all the embarrassing things you put me through? What about when you proposed to me? Did I tell you to fuck off? NO! Don't go presuming what my feelings are!"

Spain gurgled, and Romano let him go. He took the moment to cough and catch his breath before he looked at him. But…his eyes were shining. "Then…you do take me seriously?"

"No," Romano snapped. "But I'm still standing here, aren't I? If I didn't want your attention, even with those shitty songs of yours, I wouldn't hang around you! But I put up with it, because it IS you! Fuck!" Romano scrubbed a hand through his own hair. "Why do I have to say such embarrassing shit?"

Spain blinked very slowly. "I…did I do a good job tonight?"

Romano's glared deepened. "No, but you did you best so what does it matter?"

Spain squealed, and threw his arms around him. "Romano! Mi amor! You have no idea how good it feels to hear you praise me!"

"I didn't praise you!" Romano snapped. "It was just—"

"Mi corazón y mi alma! ¡Te quiero!" Spain planted a deep kiss on his mouth.

Even now, it was difficult to argue with Spain when he was such an amazing kisser. Amongst other things. Unable to help himself, Romano dug his fingers into the back of Spain's shirt, groaning throatily.

A small yellow bird slowly flew around their heads, chirping enthusiastically. Startled, they broke the kiss and idly watched Gilbird circle around them three times before flying back towards the door.

"Oh, don't stop because of us."

Romano screamed, and violently shoved Spain away from him. "W-What the fuck?"

Prussia cackled loudly as Gilbird came to rest on his head. "Oh, this is too rich! I was hoping to see Italy, but seeing his uptight grumpy brother sucking face with Spain is good enough!"

"L'amour…" France cooed, chuckling into a rose. "It is always so sweet to view…"

"CAZZO STRONZI!" Romano hollered. He lunged at France. "I've had to put up with enough of your perverted shit for centuries! I'm NOT putting up with it now!"

"Um—" Spain said helplessly.

"ANIKI!"

Prussia flinched as Germany advanced upon him and grabbed his collar. "Do you have the finale memorized?"

"Chill, West!" Prussia complained as his head whipped back and forth from Germany's shaking. Romano on the other hand was fully strangling France. "I got it down!"

"Really? Then when do you come in during the song?"

"Uh—ah—"

"YOU DON'T KNOW!"

Spain watched all of this with a light laugh. "Come now, guys…" his pocket buzzed and he checked the score he gave to Serbia. "Ah, zero points…"


"We gave you ten points," Herzegovina said, smiling at Serbia.

"Hvala," Serbia said blandly.

"There was quite a bit of commotion from the audience," Bosnia said, smirking. "Was that Albania heckling you?"

Serbia shrugged. "I don't care."

"Eight points," Macedonia read, showing Serbia his phone.

"I also gave you eight points," Croatia said.

"Ten points," Slovenia said, checking his watch. "Is the show over yet?"

"Two points," Finland read.

"…Six," Norway almost snarled the score.

"Six points," Poland said.

"F-Five," Lithuania said.

"I gave him five points too!" San Marino cheered. He jumped to his feet and waved his hand. "Serbia! I gave you five points! Five points!"

"Ugh," Seborga groaned, rubbing at his forehead.

"I gave him three points," Italy said. He looked over his shoulder once more. "Where's Nii-san?"

"Why do you want to know?" Seborga demanded.

"JO!" Albania shrieked, jumping to his feet. "This can't be happening!"

"What score did you give him?" Greece asked reluctantly.

"One point! ONE POINT!" Albania screamed with rage and raked a hand through his hair. "This is awful! That bastard deserves nothing from me! I'd rather give one point to a troll over him!"

"Why are you so angry?" San Marino asked.

"Why do you think I am?"

"I…think I saw a troll scurrying underneath the seats," Cyprus said.

"Blood hell, Norway!" England shouted. "Get over yourself and get rid of these creatures!"

Norway didn't respond to the shout. But he snapped his teeth and burrowed himself deeper in the seat.

"Just one more performance left, right?" Denmark asked obliviously.

"…Right," Sweden said slowly. "It's Georgia."


Georgia sighed neutrally. "So I'm last to go tonight…"

"You'll do fine."Azerbaijan smiled at him. "I have a pretty good feeling about tonight, and I know you're going to give a great performance like you usually do."

"You'll be getting a perfect score from me."

Georgia jumped a little and looked over his shoulder at Belarus. "Is that so?"

Belarus nodded. "I've not given out my perfect score yet. That means my judge deliberately saved it for you." she cackled to herself. "That's what Big Brother gets for ignoring me…"

"I already gave my perfect score to Ukraine," Azerbaijan said, smiling apologetically. "But I know I'll give you a high score regardless."

Turkey stormed over to them, muttering various curse words in his native tongue. Northern Cyprus trailed after him, gaping at Turkey's "companion". "Is it real? Is it really real?"

"Vennligst ikke holde tilbake detaljer," the green troll cooed at Turkey. "Var du forsiktig med lillebror for hans første gang? Hva lyder gjorde han gjøre? Stopp meg hvis man lyder det samme."The troll proceeded to make various grunting and groaning noises.

"So…it's not leaving you alone?" Azerbaijan asked. "What did you do to make Norway so angry, Sadiq?"

"Han tok den lille broren sin jomfrudom!"the green troll announced very cheerfully.

"I don't know," Turkey spat. "I just want to wish you good luck Georgia…and maybe hunt England down to exercise this nuisance! It reminds me too much of that brat!"

Georgia blinked at the troll. "Wow…now I've seen everything."


"The final nation to perform tonight is Georgia!"

America grumbled under his breath. "Stealing my state name…"

"I thought we already established that you copied off him!" England snapped.

"Nii-san still isn't back yet," Italy said. "And neither is France-nii-san. What could they be talking about that takes this long?"

"Maybe they're having a ménage à trois!" Poland laughed.

"FELIKS!" Lithuania cried out, though Estonia snorted. "I doubt Romano would let France touch him that way…"

Italy rubbed at his head in confusion. "I don't speak French…what does that mean?"

Before anyone could try and hazard answering that question, the arena darkened for the final performance. Georgia took his position onstage, looking out over the audience. I want to do better than Russia. It would be nice if I won, but I definitely want to place higher than Russia!

He signaled to the band he was ready and took a deep breath. The music washed over the arena and he raised the microphone. "After the day I met you, there I am…not the same. Try to sleep, but nothing helps me…feel insane."

Georgia stepped forward a little. He was usually a calm person, so this song was bringing out more of him than he usually expressed. "Passion game that I play…gonna last…one more day…One more night, I'll be there…in my dreams again…and again!

"I wanna give in to fire! Uncover vicious desire! Abandon painful denial! Find pretty reason to stay!" Ghmert'i, who wrote this? he asked himself for the umpteenth time. "One more forbidden sensation! One more emotional flare! Down with fake hesitation! Hell yeah, I'm ready to pay!"

"So, who's going to win?" America asked.

"We don't know!" England snapped. "They haven't counted all the scores yet!"

"Var det "ahhh" eller "uuuh"?" the troll continued to bother Turkey.

Turkey cursed and growled with rage. "I have to try and ditch this annoying thing! Tell Georgia I said he did a good job!"

"…All right," Azerbaijan said slowly as Turkey took off running, Northern Cyprus trailing after him.

"Pay for the hopeless despair!" Georgia continued to bellow out. "Gonna live one more day of my fate!"

"Our finale is right after they announce the winner!" Germany snapped. "Now do you have the song down?"

"Ja, ja," Prussia said, waving a dismissive hand. "We come up from the audience, and I join you after the first verse."

"…Wunderbar," Germany said hopefully. "And can you tell me what the first verse is?"

Prussia froze. "Uh…"

I'm starting to see why Romano got frustrated with Italy, Germany fumed to himself. Though, Romano shouldn't have hit him…

Georgia finished his song without a hitch, receiving many cheers. He bowed an hurried offstage as the scores were once again sent out.

"Ah," Lithuania said. "Here's my perfect score!"

"Three points," Estonia said.

"Nothing," Latvia said.

"Seven," Poland read.

"I didn't score him," Italy sighed. "We were really terrible with handing out scores this year, weren't we?"

"I gave him seven!" San Marino announced.

"…Seven," Norway said darkly. There was an odd edge to his voice though as he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

"That's all the performances, Norge!" Denmark said cheerfully. "Pretty soon we'll find out who won our wager!"

Norway glared at him, but Denmark continued regardless. "Of course, I know deep down how much you want to lose, so—ACK!"

Norway once again strangled him with his own tie. "Hold kjeft."

"…Why do you wear a tie when you know he strangles you with it when you say something stupid?" Sweden asked bluntly.

"We will now have a thirty-minute intermission to tally up the scores!" the announcement came. "In just a little while we will crown this year's winner!"

"W-We'd better go," Finland said, helping Iceland to his feet.

Norway let Denmark go. "."

"i orden," Denmark sputtered, though he grinned at Norway. "I look forward to the results!"

They watched the four Nordic countries depart. Greenland finally looked at Norway. "Are you ever going to tell us what that bet's all about?"

Norway glared at him. Greenland sighed. "All right…"

"I'd better go wake Hong Kong up, aru," China said, slowly standing up.

"He's playing StarCraft in the suite," Taiwan said, holding up her phone. "He sent me a text message about it."

"Huh. I thought he was sleeping, aru."

"STARCRAFT?" England hollered. "How long has he been playing StarCraft?"

Taiwan shrugged. "An hour…or two."

England wailed, and hugged his head. "That internet usage will make the room bill skyrocket! And I'm covering it!"

"…Maybe that was his intention," Pakistan muttered.

"I'll call him in any case, aru," China said, pulling out his cell phone.

As the Nordics walked away, Iceland's phone buzzed. Nursing his swollen neck with the wet towels, he checked his messages.

Oji-san (mobile)

"I'm sorry to bother you, but Norway's troll will seriously not stop bothering me! He keeps repeating the same words over and over again too. What does 'ta jomfrudommen' mean, anyways?"

Iceland gaped in absolute horror at his phone. Finland looked at him over his shoulder. "What's wrong, Iceland?"

"…Nothing," Iceland managed to wheeze out, snapping his phone shut.


"Perfect score," Belarus reported.

Georgia laughed and nodded. "What I expected, of course!"

"I gave you ten!" Azerbaijan cheered, hugging him and showing him the score.

"Gmadlobt', I really appreciate it." Georgia craned his head though as he realized the two women stood alone. Where's Turkey and the…thing?"

"Sadiq wanted to find a way to chase it off," Azerbaijan explained. "Hang on, I'll go find him." she took off running.

Georgia sighed, and smiled at Belarus. "It's almost the end of the show…"

"Ten points."

Georgia jumped slightly, and turned around. Armenia stood there, holding up his cell phone. "O-Oh, you gave me ten points? That was kind of you, Armenia."

Armenia snapped his phone shut and tucked it into his pocket. "I would've come to see you sooner, but I didn't want any…problems."

Georgia bristled very slightly. "I could say the same thing, Armenia."

"You." Belarus leaned over to Armenia. "Is my Big Brother nearby?"

"Uh…" Armenia looked uncomfortable to be under Belarus's scrutiny once more. "I'm…not sure."

"I'm sure he's in his green room," Georgia said, smiling at her. "Have you checked there?"

"…Not for awhile. I'll be right back." Quick as lightning, Belarus took off.

Georgia sighed, and rubbed at his forehead. "You're one of my closest friends, Armenia. It's never a problem for you to come over and see me."

Armenia squared his body. "Why does it offend you that I exercise caution around your friends? They're my enemies."

"Your relations involved my enemies too," Georgia shot back. He sighed and shook his head. "I don't want to argue with you over this."

"…Ayo," Armenia sighed. "I prefer civil conversations with you, too."

"Georgia! I found Sadiq!"

Both countries nonetheless jumped Azerbaijan's shout. "Armenia—"

"Would you rather spend time with them?" Armenia said harshly.

"I don't mean that—"

"Geor—AH!"

Georgia quickly turned around. Azerbaijan stood there, her face a mask of fury. Behind her stood Turkey, who looked incredibly uncomfortable. "SİZE!" she shouted, quickly advancing upon them.

"Azer—" Turkey tried to quell.

"Azerbaijan—" Georgia said.

"What do you want?" Azerbaijan snapped at Armenia. "This area is for finalists, not losers who couldn't advance!"

Armenia snorted. "Then why is Turkey here?" he spat out Turkey's name like it was a foul word. "And I could say enough about your crappy love song—"

"Haramzadə!" Azerbaijan tried to lunge at him, but Turkey physically restrained her. Georgia self-consciously took a step forward. "I refuse to be insulted by a pathetic cry-baby!"

"Azer—" Turkey tried to cut in.

"Whining, whining, whining! That's all you ever do!" Azerbaijan continued to scream. "You didn't get into the finals, SO WHAT? You're treating it like some kind of mass conspiracy against you!" she suddenly laughed. "Maybe if your socialized media had actually listened to your citizens instead of deciding for themselves what the best song was for you, then you might've made it! Not that you could ever do better than me anyways!"

"You're one to talk!" Armenia shouted all of a sudden. "Coming from the girl with the personality-cult government! And didn't you arrest your own citizens for daring to vote for me? Your insults are CHEAP!"

"Uh—um—guys—" Georgia said helplessly, caught having to restrain the two.

Armenia was about to yell more when a pair of hands caught his shoulders, and he was tugged backwards. "Is there a problem, da?"

The fight died almost immediately with Russia's sudden appearance. Georgia's whole body tensed and he gnashed his teeth at his mortal enemy, who simply continued to wear a calm smile.

"Nothing's wrong," Turkey cut in sharply. "We're just leaving. Come on…" he forcibly dragged Azerbaijan off.

Georgia glared at Russia for a moment, and then glared at Armenia as though he wanted to say something before he stormed off after Turkey and Azerbaijan.

Russia held onto his smile as he released Armenia. "Well, that was unpleasant."

"I'm sorry," Armenia said stiffly, brushing out his shirt.

"Well, you don't need my permission to talk to people, Armenia. You are independent, after all."

"I just wanted to show him my score, that's all. But I can barely get a moment to speak to him without that k'ats butting in…"

Russia laughed lightly. "I noticed though that you didn't bother much with Turkey…"

"She's become more annoying than he is…"


"All right, all right, Azer," Turkey scolded, setting his sister down. "What have I told you about picking a fight with Armenia?"

"He just makes me so angry!" Azerbaijan fumed. "Always causing me problems…causing you problems! Oh, it's so irritating!"

"Let's calm down," Georgia said, raising his hands. "They're counting our votes, and it's pretty much up there of who could win."

Turkey shrugged. "It still sucks that I didn't get in…" he trailed off as he looked over his shoulder. "W-Wait! That stupid troll is gone!" he cheered and pumped his fists.

"Wow, it is gone," Azerbaijan said, looking around.

"He probably ran away when the fight broke out," Georgia said bluntly.


"Doitsu!" Italy ran into Germany's green and hugged the other country. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Likewise," Germany said. But before he could return the hug, Prussia abruptly dragged Italy out of his arms.

"ITALY!" the older Germanic country wailed, crushing Italy in his arms. "How nice of you to come and see me! I saw your performance and you kicked ass!"

"Grazie," Italy laughed painfully. "B-But I messed up—"

"Nonsense, it was fucking hilarious! And hilarity quadruples entertainment value!" Prussia rubbed his cheek against his head. "Gyaaaa, you're so cute Italy!"

"…Are you drunk, Aniki?" Germany asked, his voice straining slightly.

"He's something all right," Hungary muttered. "Come on, let Italy go so he can visit with Germany!"

"I-It's okay, Miss Hungary," Italy said. "I was also looking for Nii-san, too…"

"Oh, Romano very busy with Spain at the moment!" Prussia cackled. "Don't be surprised if you see him walking fun—OOF!"

A frying pan flew through the air and smacked Prussia square in the face, sending him flying backwards to the floor. "WHO'S WALKING FUNNY, YOU DIRTY BASTARD?"

"Nii-san!" Italy cheered, running over to Romano, who was standing in the doorway. Admittedly Romano did look a little disheveled, and standing behind him was an equally disheveled Spain. "There you are!"

"Huh," Hungary said, idly picking up the frying pan. "I was wondering where this went to?"

"ANIKI?" Germany screamed, grabbing the unconscious Prussia by his collar and shaking him violently. "Aniki, wake up! Wake up right now! I'm not doing the finale alone! WAKE UP!"

"Is it time to go yet?" Romano fumed, locking Italy in a headlock. "I don't want you hanging around the potato perverts!"

"Nii-san, Germany isn't a pervert!" Italy countered. "Germany is really awesome and handsome—"

"Whatever, SHUT UP!" Romano dragged him out of the room.

"Nii-san, I want to visit with Germany!" Italy wailed. "Nii-san, Nii—"

Italy stopped crying suddenly. Romano looked at him. "What?"

"You are walking funny!" Italy laughed.

Romano screamed in rage and punched him. Still standing at the doorway, Spain laughed lightly.


"It is time! The scores have been calculated!"

The participating countries (including Hong Kong) were all marched onto the stage, where they stood shoulder-to-shoulder behind the host for Eurovision. The audience quickly silenced as the host happily came out, waving to the audience. "Hello and welcome back!"

"We have a new winner for 2011!" the host continued. "But before I announce them, I ask that all of you give a round of applause to this year's participants! They all did an amazing job!"

The audience obligingly clapped and cheered. Now to announce the top ten best songs for this year!"

"In tenth place, with one hundred and seven points is…" the host waved his arm. "Our host, Germany!"

Germany felt a jolt of shock. Tenth place? He could feel the instant disappointment that he didn't win on his own soil, but still…tenth? That was much higher than he thought he would be!

"Doitsu!" Italy cheered for him, clapping good-naturedly.

Romano was shrieking in laughter and pointing at him obnoxiously.

As Germany moved to step forward though, a body fell on top of his back. "West, WE DID IT! TENTH PLACE!" Prussia hugged his little brother and flipped the middle finger in Austria's direction. "Eat that, you pansy aristocrat!"

"You didn't do anything, Aniki!" Germany snapped, shoving Prussia off of him.

"…There's still nine more countries to go," Austria said calmly, as Hungary glared murderously at Prussia.

"Ninth place, with one hundred and ten points is Georgia!"

Georgia's brow arched, but his mood brightened when Azerbaijan shrieked and she hugged him tightly. "Ninth place…again." He forced a smile as he stepped forward to stand beside Germany. He saw Turkey cheer for him in the audience and relaxed a little more.

"Eight place!" the host shouted. "With one hundred and nineteen points is…Ireland!"

"Oh!" Ireland cried out. She picked up Northern Ireland into her arms and hugged him tightly as she stepped forward. "We did it!"

"Good job!" England said painfully, his smiling twitching violently as he slowly clapped. "…Look what my twelve points did…"

"Seventh place, with one hundred and twenty points is Greece!"

"YEAH!" Albania screamed. Cyprus and he jumped up to clap for Greece, and Turkey's good mood died. The older country slumped in his seat and cursed to himself. Greece cuddled a kitten to him as he stepped forward. He saw Japan stand up in the audience to clap for him, moreso saw Turkey looking morose, and that added to his good mood.

Norway took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Four countries done, six to go…

"Sixth place!" the host continued. "With one hundred and twenty-five points is…Bosnia and Herzegovina!"

Bosnia let out a loud cheer, and kissed Herzegovina on both cheeks. Both countries came forward, smiling widely. Serbia clapped for them, though he noticed that Bosnia didn't look at him at all.

"Now for the top five!" the host called.

"Five more countries left," Greenland said.

Norway grunted and took a sip of water.

"Fifth place, with one hundred and thirty-four points is…Denmark!"

"PFFFFFFFFT!" Norway spewed the water out, soaking the person sitting in front of him, and began coughing violently.

Denmark stood up on stage in shock for a moment. He counted the numbers on one hand. Then he started screaming in falsetto and jumping around all over the stage. "I won! I WON!" he randomly picked up Iceland by his waist and hoisted him up briefly. "JEG BESEJREDE NORGEEEE!" in his glee he even grabbed Sweden around the neck and kissed him on the mouth. He had to be ushered forward, with everyone staring at him blankly. Behind him, Sweden coldly wiped his mouth.

"…Wow," Sealand said slowly. He looked at Norway, who was still coughing. "He got fifth place, so that means he won your bet, right?"

Norway scrubbed at his mouth and quickly jumped to his feet. "I-I have to go! Please excuse me!"

"Wait, you're bailing?" Greenland asked.

"W-What about the finale?" Faroe asked.

Norway didn't answer. He climbed over the other countries and took off running up the aisle.

"F-Fourth place!" the host stammered, obviously unhinged by Denmark's behavior. "With one hundred and fifty-nine points is Ukraine!"

Ukraine gasped loudly, and pressed a hand over her mouth. Russia happily cheered for her, and tears sprung to Ukraine's eyes as she stepped forward. "I-I…oh thank you a—(BA DUM!)."

"And finally!" the host continued, gaining his enthusiasm. "It's time for our top-three winners!"

"This is so crazy!" America said, wringing his hands. "I have no idea who's going to win!"

"So long as it isn't Russia," Poland muttered. "But it would, like, totally be great if Liet won…"

"Let's cheer for our fratelli, Seborga!" San Marino encouraged.

Seborga grumbled to himself.

"Third place!" the host announced. "With one hundred and eighty-five points…please put your hands together for Sweden!"

"OH MY GOD!" Sealand cheered. He jumped on top of his seat and began clapping and cheering loudly. "Papa-Sweden!"

"PAPA!" Åland cheered, waving a small flag of Sweden.

Sweden stood frozen on the stage, while Finland clapped beside him. "Outstanding job, Su-san!"

Sweden suddenly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into his arms. In front of the world he stoically planted a deep kiss on Finland's mouth, lifting the smaller man straight off his feet.

"Ewwwwwwwww!" Sealand said, covering his eyes. "Of all the things to happen, why do my adoptive parents have to snog on live television?"

"Ewwwwwwwww!" Åland said, mostly to mimic Sealand.

"Show-off!" Denmark hollered, folding his arms over his chest.

"Hvers vegna veit ég þetta fólk?" Iceland complained quietly, still straining his voice as he shielded his face.

Sweden finally let Finland go, leaving the smaller Nordic to stumble backwards into Iceland, his face flushed. Unabashed and face frozen, he stepped forward to stand beside Ukraine.

"Ah…" the host stammered for a moment before he regained his composure. "A-A-And next! Second place and our runner-up! With one hundred and eighty-nine points! It is…" he read the list once more. "ITALY!"

"HEH?" Italy's eyes shot open, and his mouth fell open in shock. He gaped at Romano, who looked just as shocked. "W-W-We? Nii-san? We're second place?"

"WE DID IT!" Seborga shrieked all of a sudden. He stood up on his seat and waved the Italian flag over his head violently. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"…Wow," San Marino laughed feebly. "Now you're excited!"

"It's THEIR victory, not yours!" Sealand pointed out loudly.

"…Second place…" Romano spoke slowly. Suddenly his face lit up and he screamed loudly. "VITTORIA!" He screamed some more and pumped his fists.

"Romano!" Spain hugged him and kissed him hard on the cheek. "I just know my twelve points helped you!"

"Yeah, whatever!" Romano pushed Spain away and marched upon Germany.

"C-Congrat—" Germany began.

"EAT THAT, YOU POTATO-SUCKING BASTARD!" Romano shrieked, shoving his middle finger in Germany's face. "I TOLD YOU we would beat you! And you suck, suck, SUCK!"

"Ja, YOU'RE so great!" Prussia snapped. "That's why you're the RUNNER-UP!"

Germany's face turned red from embarrassment and rage. It was shameful that Romano shame him like this in his own borders. "You—"

"NII-SAN!" Italy cried out, locking Romano in a full-nelson and dragging him away. "I-I'm so sorry, Germany! I'm very happy both of us are in the top ten! You did an amazing job!"

Germany relaxed. Somewhat. "Danke. And you deserve your second-place spot. Just not him." he pointed at Romano.

"YOU—" Romano snapped.

"It's time to announce our winner!" the host cut in. "And with a massive two hundred and twenty-one points!"

"Didn't we get more points when we won last year?" Prussia muttered to Germany.

"…Ja," Germany said at length.

"Ladies and gentlemen…" the host paused dramatically as he started to open the envelope. "The winner of the fifty-sixth annual Eurovision Song Contest for 2011 is…"

He opened the envelope and scanned the paper inside. After a moment, he shot his fist up into the air. "AZERBAIJAN!"

Azerbaijan's face froze all of a sudden, as cheers began to rise from the audience. Confetti fell from the ceiling, and her flag swooped down over everyone's heads.

Suddenly, she screamed very loudly and slapped her hands over her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "M-Me? ME? I won?"

Turkey was frozen in the audience as well. Suddenly, he screamed bloody-murder and jumped up. "EVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" he flailed his hands and screamed some more. "She won! BİZ KAZANDI!" He grabbed Netherlands, who happened to be sitting next to him, by his collar and kissed him hard on his face before he tossed the other country back into his seat, jumped over the seats, and ran towards the stage. "Azer! Küçük kardeş! ZAFER! İLK YER!"

"SADIQ!" Azerbaijan screamed, running at the other country. They met on the stage and Turkey swept her up into his arms in a tight hug, leaving her legs to kick up backwards into the air.

"…Wow," Seborga said slowly. "I wasn't expecting this."

"I don't think anyone else was, either," Belgium said.

"Where's Azerbaijan?" America asked.

"Her house is not too far from mine—" Pakistan began.

"Shut up, I told you not to talk to me!"

"Bleeeeeh," Netherlands complained, wiping at his face repeatedly.

Turkey let Azerbaijan go, but only briefly. He picked her up by her waist and hoisted her up onto his shoulder and began parading up and down the stage with her. It was as though Turkey had won the contest itself, and not her, but both basked in the glory. After a moment they returned to center-stage, and Turkey set her down. No sooner did Azerbaijan's feet touch the stage then she was swept up again, this time into Georgia's arms.

Turkey pumped his fists and grinned sinisterly at Greece. "First victory is always the sweetest!" it was then he saw Iceland standing on the stage. "Bocchan!" he picked the smaller country up and hugged him too. "Aren't you happy for me?"

"…Sure," Iceland wheezed, wondering if Norway could see them from the audience.

"Gilots'avt'!" Georgia cheered, kissing Azerbaijan on the cheek as he set her down. Germany and Prussia, as the hosts, quickly presented her with her crystal trophy, though Prussia also sneaked in a kiss as well.

"I-I-I-I really don't know what to say!" Azerbaijan sputtered, tears still spilling down her cheeks as she spoke into the ready microphone. "This is such an honor for me to win!"

"YOU'RE THE BEST!" Turkey hollered, running over to hug her again.

Reactions to this shocking victory were still very mixed with the other countries, and remained as such when the screen lit up at the back of the stage to reveal the final standings.

"ELEVENTH?" England hollered. He screamed with joy and pumped his fists. "I'm eleventh! I'm not last this year!"

"That's because we're here," Wales muttered.

"I still did better than you!" Ireland taunted England.

England snarled at her.

"Twelfth," Moldova read blandly. "That's better than last year…"

"Fifteenth?" France laughed. "Well…I did do a good job…two perfect scores from Greece and Belgium…"

"…Sixteenth?" Russia read smilingly, though a dark aura surrounded him. "I'm sixteenth with no perfect score?"

Georgia snorted.

"Seventeenth?" Wallachia read. She looked at Transylvania. "We're tied with Russia at the same score, so why are we ranked below him?"

"…I don't know," Transylvania said. "But I will find out."

"Get over yourselves!" Hungary snapped, while she smiled at Austria. "Congratulations on eighteenth place, Austria!"

"Danke," Austria said.

"HA!" Prussia yelled. "I TOLD YOU we would do better than you, you pansy!"

Hungary snarled, but Wallachia cut her off. "You're only twenty-second, dragă!"

"N-Nineteenth," Lithuania said feebly. "Feliks and Georgia gave me perfect scores…and Belarus gave me nothing…"

"…Twentie—OFF!" Iceland was cut off when Turkey snuggled him yet again. "Good ranking, Bocchan!"

"Twenty-first," Finland said, staring warily at Turkey and Iceland. "A-At least Sealand liked it…"

"Vigésimo tercer?" Spain said mournfully. "That's worse than last year!"

"Why are you surprised?" Romano asked him.

"…Wow," Estonia said. "Twenty-fourth. I didn't think I did that bad…"

But it was Switzerland's standing that worried everyone. "…Twenty-fifth." He gritted his teeth and clutched his rifle to his chest. "I'm dead last this year? I sang that humiliating song for nothing? What was the point of voting me into the final if they only intended to give me nineteen points?"

"Waugh!" a stagehand cried out in fear. "W-W-Who let him onstage with the gun?"

"What, we you going to stop him?" another snapped.

"Let's see…" Denmark laughed happily as he surveyed the scores he got. "Wow, I got high marks! Three perfects from Ice—thank you Ice—Ireland." He shuddered slightly. "And—Netherlands!"

Denmark spun around and ran to the front of the front of the stage. He ripped the microphone out of the host's hands. "Hey Netherlands! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!"

His proclamation echoed throughout the arena, silencing all conversations. The countries sitting in the audience turned towards Netherlands, who stood there stone-faced. "D-Did he really just say that?"

"You're really popular, Nii-san!" Luxembourg laughed.

From backstage, a very haggard Norway watched this on a television. "…Does that mean I'm off the hook? HEI!" he shouted suddenly when the camera turned on Turkey, who was still snuggling Iceland from behind. "Get your hands off my brother, you pervers!" temporarily forgetting the reason he was running away, Norway ran back into the main arena.

"Why me?" Netherlands hollered, covering his face and falling back into his seat. "Over Christmas I wake up with a half-naked SPAIN of all things on top of me! Now tonight! Turkey kisses me and DENMARK hits me up for sex! Wat verdomme! I'm NOT into guys!"

"Niet," Belgium said remorselessly. "You're just into young gi—"

"HOU JE BEK!" Netherlands hollered, covering her mouth.

Seborga watched the chaos around him with a deep frown. He folded his arms over his chest. "It doesn't matter. Azerbaijan's not canon either, anyway."

"Of course she's not a cannon," San Marino chastised him, shaking his head. "Your insults are very weird, Seborga."

Seborga glared at him.


The next chapter is the finale so stay tuned!

- Love Mode, if you haven't already guessed, is a yaoi manga by Yuki Shimizu, and one of the first yaoi series I've ever read. This is sort of my tribute to it, because it's currently out of print here in America due to Blu Manga closing. That and I can't find a copy of volumes 10 and 11 that aren't below $100! –grrrrr—

- I was totally channeling Lucky Star during the whole yaoi exchange. I recommend typing in "Lucky Star What is Yaoi?" on Youtube. Still very funny to me no matter how many times I see it.

- In the last Eurovision Italy competed, which was 1997 (also the last time England has won so far), Spain only gave him eight points. But Italy gave Spain three points, so Romano made a pretty stupid argument on that, lol. Incidentally, Norway got ZERO TOTAL POINTS that same year! Poor Norway…

- Armenia's entry was controversial in his own country because it wasn't a very popular song with the populous. After Emmy was decided to be the singer, four songs were selected to be voted on by both viewers and a jury panel. Viewers all over Armenia overwhelmingly voted for the song "Ayo", while "Boom-Boom" did not finish so high. The jury panel, however, voted down "Ayo" and "Boom-Boom" ended up winning. This angered a lot of Armenians, including Emmy herself, and despite the technical issues not a lot of Armenians was surprised they didn't qualify.

- Azerbaijan's arresting people refers to the 2009 Eurovision Song Contest. Sixty-nine people in Azerbaijan were confirmed to have voted for Armenia's entry, and apparently all of these people were arrested and questioned on the grounds of being "security threats". Azerbaijani authorities have downplayed these reports, only stating a couple of people were peacefully brought in they felt were suspicious.

- I mean no offense of the use of the term "personality-cult" when describing the Azerbaijani government, but many organizations have described President Ilham Aliev's tenure as a personality-cult because of supposed media white-washing.

- Denmark screaming "I want to fuck you" to Netherlands of course references when the lead singer of A Friend in London, Tom Schou, said "I love you. I want to fuck you." uncensored on live television to the Netherlands when it was announced they gave them a perfect score.

Here's the translation for Serbia's song, as can be found at Eurovision's website:

"Freezing cold and damn ice everywhere
I've really had a rough day
People are weird, nobody has manners
I'm dragging myself home, tired

"And while I'm digging through my purse to find my key
losing my nerve already
My Sun, my Moon and all of my stars
my man opens the door
my man is at the door

"And at the same moment I'm a thousand women worth
because, to him, I'm beautiful and strong as a rock
and when he holds me, I know everything is alright
the man is magical

"All of my darknesses he transforms into spring
ever since he's been loving me, I stand tall
and for him, I'm good, just the way I am
the man is magical

"Goodbye sadness and hello my smile
happiness has moved in alongside with him
so warm, gentle and wonderfully himself
he belongs to me only

"We have long talks, he's my best friend
with him I laugh like crazy
people tell me they haven't seen a couple
shining like that
our love is contagious

"Now I know that I'm a thousand women worth
because, to him, I'm beautiful and strong as a rock
and when he holds me, I know everything is alright
the man is magical

"All of my darknesses he transforms into spring
ever since he's been loving me, I stand tall
and for him, I'm good, just the way I am
the man is magical"