A/N: The fateful Battle of the Bands is finally introduced! Also, I forgot to say this the last few chapters… I DON'T OWN HETALIA! NOPE. NOPE. I wish I did. But I don't. The struggle.

Also, major Frozen spoilers. I mean, you probably know the spoiler already, it has it do with Hans, but I'm just going to say it now. Just in case. ~Amity

"Hey hey, Lovi, check this out!" Antonio said, waving Lovino over from the CD display he was inspecting. The couple was in a music store, just to see what song Bad Touch should learn next. It had been a month since the other band members found out that Matthew and Gilbert were going out, and they still performed weekly at Alfred's restaurant. Lovino scowled, looking up from the CD display he was looking at.

"Bastard, this better be important… and don't call me Lovi!" Lovino snapped, walking over to the bouncing Spaniard. Antonio pointed up at the colorful flyer that hung on the wall. It portrayed a band rocking out on a stage, a screaming audience, and promotional text.

"Does your band have what it takes?" Lovino read out in a monotone. "Find out in Supernova, a battle of the band like competition that puts bands through the ultimate test to see if you deserve the spotlight."

"It sounds so cool! Right?" Antonio chirpily said. Lovino crossed his arms.

"No." He firmly said, and Antonio pouted.

"Please?"

"I said no."

"Pleeeeeease? Pretty please?" Antonio begged, putting on puppy dog eyes.

"… Fine. Bastard." Lovino mumbled, after a moment. God dammit, that stupid tomato bastard was really cute. Antonio happily hugged Lovino.

"Yay~!" He happily chirped, and Lovino blushed.

"You don't just hug someone without permission!" He scolded, and Antonio let go. He grabbed the flyer from the wall and whipped his phone out. Lovino looked over his shoulder. "Hey… why is the background a picture of me? When did you even get that?"

Antonio ignored him and sent out a text to the other band members. Meet at the café, amigos! I have something to show you~!

Matthew and Gilbert were staring intently at the screen, leaning forward and holding hands tightly, so tight that they were literally digging into each other's skin. They were watching Frozen, and it was just getting to the good part. "Come on… just kiss already…" Matthew mumbled worriedly.

"Oh Anna…" Hans said, leaning in. "If only someone loved you."

The two stared at the screen in shock, mouths hanging open, processing what just happened. After a beat, Gilbert threw a couch cushion at the TV, missing completely and only succeeding in breaking a flowerpot. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING TRAITOR! I NEVER TRUSTED YOU! YOU GOD DAMNED BASTARD!" He screeched, and Matthew had to physically restrain him from breaking anymore pots.

"Calm down!" He whispered, still holding on to him. Years of hockey had given him strength. The Prussian squirmed, yelling profanities, and calmed down after a while. He guiltily looked at the smashed pot.

"Sorry, Birdie." He apologized, and Matthew let go.

"It's okay, Gil, you didn't mean to." He easily said. They then both got a text- the loud 'AWESOME' of Gilbert's text tone and the shrill 'NOOT NOOT' of Matthew's- the latter's text tone was a dare- telling them that much. They both looked at the text.

"Was your message from Toni, too?" Gilbert asked, looking up from reading the short message. Matthew nodded.

"Well, we better go see what's up." Gilbert said, standing up and offering a hand to help Matthew up, which he accepted. Matthew paused the movie and the two walked out of Matthew's house, holding hands.

They got into Matthew's car, with the aforementioned Canadian driving. "I wonder what Antonio wants to show us." He remarked, and Gilbert nodded, leaning back on the gray seat.

"I hope it's important. He interrupted the awesome movie." Gilbert sighed. The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence. When they pulled in and entered, they found that the three others were already in there, looking over a poster.

"Oh, hey guys." Francis said, flicking his eyes up as the two approached. "You're late!"

Matthew bit his lip. "Sorry…" He mumbled, and Francis smiled.

"It's okay. Come, come." He said, motioning for Matthew to sit next to him. Gilbert scooched next to Matthew and looked at the paper.

"Is this like some contest?" He asked, and Francis nodded.

"Oui, it's a Battle of the Bands type thing." The Frenchman clarified, and Gilbert made an 'ah' sound. Matthew read the words to himself. Oh… the spotlight. That sounded… well, not the best, but whatever works for the band, right?

"I say we go for it! It looks totally awesome!" Gilbert cheerily said. Antonio empathetically nodded.

"Si! It would be a great way to get Bad Touch more publicity." Antonio pointed out. Francis shrugged carelessly.

"Well, whatever. It sounds exciting, oui?" He said. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Psh. Only because almost all of you bastards want to do it." Lovino said, pissed off as always. Matthew felt four sets of eyes focus on him, each asking a silent question- How about you? Do you want to do it?

Well, to be frank, no, he didn't. But everyone else was dead set on it, and he realized he'd have to take one for the team again. "Yeah, it sounds fun, eh?" He said, making his tone as cheery as possible. Gilbert ruffled his hair, avoiding the curl.

"There we have it!" He declared. "This is awesome! Okay. What now?" He eagerly said, bouncing in his seat. Antonio pointed at a website listed at the bottom.

"We just have to go here and fill out a form." He explained, and Gilbert already whipped out his phone and connected to the free wi-fi they had at the café. As he was getting on to the site, Matthew propped his chin on Gilbert's shoulder so he could see the screen.

The form was relatively easy to fill out, and soon enough, Gilbert had a satisfactory result. Originally, most of it was pretty bad, filled with grammar mistakes and overuse of the word awesome, but Matthew helped smooth that out. He tapped send, and grinned.

"I'll call you guys when we're accepted!" He chirped. The others nodded.

~Timeskip~

It was 3 AM when Gilbert called Matthew with the good news. Matthew was both glad for the Prussian and irritated with his calling times. Was a full night's sleep too much to ask for?