Some more Soda Tongue. :)

Thanks goes to Ayumi Kudou and a Guest for the reviews. 8D

Ayumi Kudou: I watch the first part of LP's (about 1-3) on YouTube first before buying the game to see if it's good or worth it. =^w^= to me, Disney Channel went down when Hannah Montana sky-rocketed. I don't watch much TV either - I only watch shows like Law & Order and Criminal Minds (because they're so intriguing and pull you in) as well as X-Factor and The Voice (because it's amusing, but the Voice is more professional). XD yeah, but it's very rare for them to make a good movie like Lemonade Mouth nowadays because it's all shallow. Thank you. :) the main inspiration is Lemonade Mouth, but I threw in a couple of my own things to fit a high school setting (there'll be snippets of a talent show later on, that includes the BTT XD). I found HetaOni interesting, but I honestly think it's overrated now - the interpretations are interesting, and the OST is gorgeous, however, I don't see anything else interesting about it to make it into a fanfic - be original! Make up your own thing! 2Ptalia I use as villains, but to me, they're not psycho (or at least don't show it visibly) - they seem more crafty and sneaky (think super-villain 8D). It's perfectly fine - I have the tendency to respond back, too. XD

Guest: Thank you! You shall get more Soda Tongue. XD the OST of Lemonade Mouth is a refreshing change from all the techno, hip-hop dance garbage that goes on. Plus, the lyrics aren't meaningless (e.g. Somebody, Determinate, More Than a Band, She's So Gone). Actually, I twisted the character's roles around a bit, so it'll be a mix of certain characters. ^_^'

Piece Title: Soda Tongue [Turn Up the Music]
Chapter No.: 2
Rating: T (swearing)
Warning: Human AU, Nyotalia, 2Ptalia
Pairing/s: N/A
Chapter Summary: In detention, after Mr Machado leave from his rant on Mr Morgan, the five oddballs in detention get off to a rigid start. However, they soon see that they all share one thing in common, and actually find themselves having a great time.
Inspiration/s: Lemonade Mouth

Please be aware - I only own the story. I don't own any suggested music, the original media (i.e. Lemonade Mouth, fairy-tales) or Hetalia (obviously).

Anyway, continue!


In detention, everyone just stared with shocked and amazed expressions at Mr Machado as he ranted on about Principal Morgan and his contrasting treatment between sports and the arts. His expression and tone of voice was so terrible, that it would've even made Godzilla bow down before him. After his darkened face finally turned an unhealthy shade of red (though from anger or yelling, nobody knew), he furiously yelled, "I'M GONNA GIVE THAT DAMN SON OF A BITCH A PIECE OF MY FREAKING MIND AND WHILE I DO, JUST START CLEANING UP OR SOMETHING AROUND HERE! BE DAMN USEFUL!"

Everyone flinched when he slammed the door shut. Even Natalya.

"He can't make us clean," Yong Soo said casually once the Cuban man had left. The Korean boy stood up and nonchalantly paced to the front of the room, sitting cross legged on the teacher's desk. "It's cruel and unusual punishment."

"Welcome to high school," Mitchell mumbled, getting up from his seat. He placed a bucket underneath a hole in the room's ceiling that had water seeping through.

"This school fucking stinks," Lovino grumbled after gazing at the crack for a bit.

"Can you guys please just do what Mr Machado asks?" Madeleine asked as she shyly clung onto a mop. When Lovino turned to look at her, Madeleine almost jumped, seeing the harsh glare in the Italian's eyes. "I…I don't want to get another detention," she stuttered.

Lovino scratched his head, 'Where have I seen…wait! Hold on! She had the freaking maple syrup!'

Yong Soo got up from his seat on Mr Machado's desk and began looking around the room, quite intrigued.

At this point, Mitchell was becoming annoyed as he was the only one cleaning (Madeleine was distracted).

Everyone's thoughts and actions were interrupted when they heard a rapping sound of fingers on wood. They turned their heads to find the source.

Lovino hadn't moved from his seat at all. He had his eyes shut and he seemed to be concentrating.

Drip.

His fingers drummed in rapid succession on the table's surface, making a crisp, drum-like beat.

Drip.

There his fingers went again. Madeleine stared in interest at how fast his fingers moved and how calm he looked. Natalya was surprised; too, mainly at how calm the Italian looked as opposed to his usual impulsive, ranting self.

Another drip sounded and Lovino drummed his fingers on the wooden surface again, only this time, he added a snap from the fingers on his other hand. This carried on for a while into a catchy drum-like beat until Mitchell took out his house keys and began playing around with them, adding a shimmering sound effect that matched perfectly into Lovino's drum beat.

Shing! Shing!

Lovino opened his eyes and stared at the new sound maker. Mitchell played around with his keys, swaying his body a bit to the beat that the Italian was making. Lovino snorted.

Pfft, pfft.

The Italian and the Seychellois student looked at the direction of the new noise. Madeleine was holding a sprayer full of detergent and pressed it, making the noises. Funny enough, it fit in with Lovino's beat and Mitchell's shimmering effect.

This carried on; Madeleine began swaying her head and smiled. Yong Soo then started clapping his hands in rhythm and a grin was pulled onto his face at the sound that was being produced.

Lovino suddenly pulled his bag up and whipped out a pair of drumsticks and began making a better beat with them alone.

Natalya then pulled up a big double bass and began plucking at the strings, making a funky sound. Mitchell also picked up some sticks and began playing on the xylophone nearby, adding flavour.

All of a sudden, the loud sound of a real snare and cymbals was heard and Yong Soo realized that Lovino had made his way to the drum kit and was now producing an even better beat from before. Eyeing the piano underneath the xylophone, Mitchell started producing some beautiful chords that went along with everything. Finally, seeing a guitar standing alone amongst some boxes, Yong Soo immediately picked it up and began strumming an awesome melody that matched with the harmonies that Mitchell and Natalya were making and the beat the Lovino produced.

However, there was the nagging thought in their minds that something was missing from this scenario. What was it?

"Na, na, na, na, na."

There's what was missing. Everyone stared at the singer and Madeleine was smiling to herself shyly, eyes shut, absorbed in the music but also fixing the stacks of sheets in her hand.

"Na, na, na. Take a look around, who would've thought we'd all be here?" as she sang, she stood up and started wiping at things with the cleaning cloth, including a globe, some shelves, and some music cases. She smiled, her reflection peering back at her from the shiny surface of a desk.

"So let's mess around, cause the future is unclear. We got nothing better to do, we're just trying to get through," suddenly, in her focus of singing and cleaning, she accidentally bumped a guitar case from behind and it toppled over, landing on a bunch of boxes. A few fell on their sides and some sheets scattered out.

Natalya's eyebrow arched, but nonetheless, she kept playing the double bass she found. Mitchell's jaw was dropped, but Yong Soo was grinning widely.

"Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

"No we can't!" Yong Soo grabbed her arm and pulled her in to the centre, where the light was shining the most. Madeleine was highly embarrassed at first, but felt better when she turned around and saw that the Seychellois boy on the piano was starting to sing along with her as was Yong Soo.

"Let the music groove you," the three of them sang together in unison. "Let the melody move you. Feel the beat and just let go; get the rhythm into your soul! Let the music take you anywhere it wants to. When we're stuck and can't get free, no matter what, we'll still be singing!"

Yong Soo then ran off from the centre, ran up to the desk and put on Mr Machado's sunglasses as a joke. Mitchell threw a scrunched up piece of paper at him and the Korean student hid behind a skeleton model with a blue boa on it.

All the while, still singing.

"Come on, come on! Turn up the music. It's all we got, we're gonna use it. Come on, come on! Turn up the music. Yeah!"

Madeleine then ran up to the blackboard and wrote the word "Detention" and underlined it. She twirled around a bit, her skirt billowing slightly as she approached the group again.

"All we have is now, let's make the most of this. Come on break it out so everyone can hear it. They don't have to understand, but we'll make them if we can. Do you hear me? Are you with me? Yeah!"

During this, she pulled a purple boa from one of the boxes and as she gracefully danced while singing, put it on Mitchell, who gave an embarrassed chuckle, and shook his head. Madeleine then picked up a Viking helmet and carefully put it on Lovino's head. Lovino was greatly surprised at first, but just shrugged and snickered at Mitchell's purple boa. The Seychellois boy glared daggers at the Italian.

Madeleine then picked up a cowboy hat from Mitchell's piano and came over to Natalya, who was staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

The Canadian girl smiled shyly at her, and after seeing the Belarusian student shrug, placed the hat on her head. Natalya gave another shrug as she adjusted it and nodded, continuing to play. Seeing a pair of goofy pink sunglasses with star frames, Madeleine grabbed it and ran up to Yong Soo, who eagerly lowered his head and accepted the pair of specs, still strumming.

"Let the music groove you. Let the melody move you. Feel the beat and just let go. Get the rhythm into your soul! Let the music take you anywhere it wants to. When we're stuck and can't get free, no matter what, we'll still be singing! Come on, come on! Turn up the music. It's all we got, we're gonna use it. Come on, come on! Turn up the music."

"Yeah!" sang Madeleine after she, Mitchell and Yong Soo did the chorus. The two boys joined her yet again. "Come on, come on! Turn up the music. It's all we got, we're gonna use it. Come on, come on! Turn up the music!"

Madeleine shut her eyes as she sang out in a more strong tone, "Turn up the music!" She chose that time to dance with the skeleton model and even twirled with it, unfortunately, it fell over and she was left holding an arm, much to her shock. However, it was immediately laughed off as Madeleine still danced with the skeleton's arm. Yong Soo did a quick spin while playing guitar and Lovino chose that time to screw his dignity and sing loudly with the others: he couldn't explain what he was feeling but he felt unexplainably happy. He gave Natalya a look that tried to urge her to join in.

Surprised at that suddenly encouraging look that the usually grouchy Italian was giving her, Natalya glanced around her, and seeing the warm atmosphere and actually feeling it penetrate underneath her usually icy surface, a soft smile twitched at her lips, and she joined in; now feeling that same feeling the Italian felt.

Inexplicably happy.

As one, this odd group all sang together, "Let the music groove you. Let the melody move you. Feel the beat and just let go. Get the rhythm into your soul. Let the music take you anywhere it wants to. When we're stuck and can't get free, no matter what, we'll still be singing! Come on, come on! Turn up the music. It's all we got, we're gonna use it! Feel the beat and just let go! Get the rhythm into your soul! Let the music take you anywhere it wants to. Come on, come on! Turn up the music!"

Madeleine finally ended their little performance with a much softer, "Yeah," as all the instruments stopped on one note with her.

By the time they finished with their performance, everyone was now in good spirits, high from the adrenaline of performing with their respected instruments but also unexplainably happy from that unexpected performance. They were all laughing but froze immediately after.

Mr Machado was standing at the door with his hands on his hips.

"Mr Machado, we're really sorry," Mitchell spoke up leaving his spot from behind the piano at once. Everyone else either looked scared or worried. However, everyone else began stuttering as they tried to think of a good excuse for messing around on the instruments without permission.

Mr Machado waved a hand dismissively, "Let me think, let me think! I need to think…" He then turned to Madeleine and pointed a finger at her, Madeleine backed off a bit since the finger was practically almost touching her nose and it was huge. "You…"

Madeleine was opening her mouth, but nothing was coming out; she was scared out of her wits now.

Yong Soo then stood closer, "Sir, she didn't do anything, she—"

"You…you're Madeleine, right?" Mr Machado questioned. After seeing Madeleine's head slowly nod, the Cuban man continued, "You Madeleine…have an amazing voice!"

Everyone stared in confusion as the Cuban teacher gave a loud fan-like squeal in ecstasy. "Your band! It's a gift!" he shouted, clapping his hands.

"We're not a band," Natalya shook her head and gently placed the double bass back in its place, however she was amused at Mr Machado's sudden giddiness.

"Yeah, we don't even know each other," Lovino grumbled, leaving his spot from the drum kit, expertly twirling his sticks and placing them with great care back into his bag.

"You were meant to play together!" Mr Machado said excitedly, clapping his hands, a huge smile spread out across his face. "It's definitely destiny! Oh, come on!" the students went back to their seats, the high now died down. "You don't have a moment like that and just ignore it! People, they…they need to hear you! Damn, that'll show Morgan," he smirked, causing a laugh to spout out from Yong Soo's mouth. The Cuban teacher then paused and had a thoughtful look on his face, "That…will show…Morgan. That's it! Glory Rise!"

"Glory…what?" Yong Soo asked, confused.

Natalya turned to face him. "Glory Rise," she explained. "It is a talent competition done in the Grand Auditorium in the city where schools from all over compete. The winner gets a record deal and air time."

"Making tomorrow's stars today," Mitchell sang and added in some beat-box noises. "Making tomorrow's stars today! Whoaho! Hey!"

Lovino then rolled his eyes and rubbed at his temples; he hated that stupid jingle, especially when his younger brother sang it. "Glory Rise only happens at the end of the school year but you have to put your entry in really early," he added in Yong Soo's direction. "After all, we ain't the only school and they take a damn long time to process performances and shit…"

"Just think about it, you guys!" Mr Machado said, even more excited than the students were. "You'll show everyone around here that sports isn't the only thing that matters! So!" he chuckled and gave a clap of his hands and approached Lovino's desk first. "What do you say?"

The Italian arched an eyebrow when the man crouched down to go eye level with him. He glared head on with the large man, though he was inwardly nervous at the looming height.

"So, you in?"

Everyone watched Lovino's reaction closely, as if his decision would matter. The Italian then gave a nonchalant shrug, "Pass."

"What?!" Mr Machado looked completely devastated at that simple word, voice even going up an octave.

"No way in hell," Lovino said coldly. "It's stupid."

"Okay," Mr Machado moved on to Natalya's desk. The Belarusian girl shook her head. "I really can't. Between my AP classes, I also have my violin lessons and recitals."

"I have AP classes, too," Mitchell said before Mr Machado could approach his desk. "I'm really sorry…"

Mr Machado looked annoyed at this point, but then he went to Madeleine with a smile. "Okay, what about you?" he asked, beaming at the Canadian girl.

Madeleine licked her lips and faced the teacher, trying to find a good excuse to get out of this whole affair. "I…I don't sing," she said lamely.

Yong Soo burst out laughing at the pathetic excuse while Mr Machado crossed his arms over his chest. "Uh, we just heard you sing," he said.

"I meant, I can't sing on stage," Michelin said, her face now flushed.

"Oh, come on! Sure you can!" Mr Machado flashed the girl a reassuring smile.

"No, trust me; I really can't!" Michelin said, feeling scared at the thought now. "It won't be pretty. The last time I performed on stage was my first grade recital and five minutes into "Baa, baa Black Sheep", I threw up down the back of the kid in front of me."

Mitchell had a sympathetic look on his face, Lovino looked disgusted, Natalya blinked and Yong Soo laughed louder than ever. "Hahaha! That sounds sweet, da ze!" he grinned.

Madeleine however shook her head, "No, it was humiliating," she said, then looked back up at Mr Machado. "I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Well, I guess that counts awesome me out, right?" Yong Soo said as he leaned back on his seat and rested his arms behind his back. "Can't really enter a competition with one man in the band. You know, unless you're thinking of a solo career, which I'd be happy to consider."

"Dumbass, Glory Rise only applies to groups," Lovino snapped. "High Star applies to soloists and that happens next year!"

"Besides," Madeleine spoke up, her face falling a bit. "World Class Act are entering. We wouldn't have a chance. They're amazing."

Natalya rolled her eyes, "They aren't that amazing."

Yong Soo shrugged, "Since we don't supposedly stand a chance against them, then why bother, right? We all know we're awesome, we don't really need to prove it since we all know it."

Mr Machado then chose to gaze at the Asian student. The said Asian student looked a bit uneasy at the intense gaze that the Cuban teacher was giving him. "Because, you said it yourself, Im Yong Soo," the Korean's eyes widened when the teacher repeated what he had said earlier in assembly. "You – deserve – to be – heard." He enunciated every syllable.

Yong Soo said nothing as he looked at everyone else in the room. Everyone else however averted their eyes elsewhere away from him.

By the time detention was over, everyone went their separate ways again.

However, the Korean boy couldn't help but stare after each and every one of the backs of the others...


To those who know of Lemonade Mouth, as you can see, I've mixed and twisted certain things around. The official couple is also different, and so forth, certain things change over, but it still doesn't affect the story that much. Plus, though Soda Tongue is heavily inspired by Lemonade Mouth, it'll have other high school elements (i.e. a talent show). Otherwise, nothing else really. ^w^'

Thoughts and opinions if you want to - good day! :DDD

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