Author's Note: This one-shot takes place back in Gakuen Hetalia (which means we're back to human names), one year after the "Bad Romance (Remix)" track.

Title: The Hetalian Fame

Song: LoveGame

"Things are so boring here ever since Gilbo graduated."

Im Yong-Soo of South Korea slumped over his desk and groaned. Sitting in the middle of a silent study hall, he banged his head against the wooden desk, gaining the attention of the other students around him, including his friends from other parts of Asia.

"You weren't even friends with Gilbert until after last year's talent show," the girl from Taiwan sighed, going back to her chemistry book. "And that was just because he and his friends performed that pop song."

"Lady GaGa is Korean, da ze!" Yong-soo defended, slamming his palms down on the desk and standing. "That was where her music originated. Everyone knows that!"

The girl rolled her eyes. "Don't even start on that, okay? Once you start talking about where things originated, you never shut up. Just keep quiet. We're still in the middle of study hall."

"I can't stay quiet! Things are too boring around here! I gotta make things more exciting."

"You can start by studying for your algebra class."

"No way! Math is boring, da ze!"

The American boy on the other side of the room nodded and shut his own textbook. "No shit."

"See? Alfred agrees with me!"

"Everything Alfred says means absolutely nothing," the boy behind the American interjected. "Don't listen to him. He won't ever shut up either."

Alfred turned around to the other blond boy. "Come on, Artie, don't be like that."

Yong-soo ignored them. Alfred and Arthur were always at it. Arthur, being very traditional and true to history, did not like the fact that Alfred was always bragging about his country guaranteed freedom to all its citizens. He especially did not like the fact that the United States of America, Alfred's home country, was once a colony of England, where Arthur was from, so the two were always bumping heads. But Yong-Soo, like so many other students at Hetalia Academy, knew that, deep down, Arthur actually cared very much for Alfred, though he would never admit it, and he would pull a black magic spell on anyone who did.

Despite their quarrel and the debates going back and forth, Yong-Soo was still set on his idea of Hetalia Academy being boring ever since Gilbert had graduated. In fact, it wasn't just Gilbert; so many other awesome students from so many different countries had graduated. Gilbert's friends Francis and Antonio were gone, too, and they had left nothing behind but their friends, siblings, and a legendary talent show performance. Berwald had gone back to Sweden when his family had found him a job designing furniture for IKEA. His friend from Denmark had returned to his home country, too, as business was booming there despite the iffy world economy. Ivan's older sister had gone back to Ukraine when she had heard that the family farm needed attention. Heracles's rival Sadiq had also graduated and gone back to Turkey, so Hetalia Academy's halls were void of angry Greek and Turkish fighting. Even Yao, Yong-Soo's older brother figure, had graduated and returned to China, so he barely even had someone to talk to, as Yao was really one of the only people who listened to him.

In short, it was too quiet.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of study hall.

And, in that moment, Yong-Soo decided something.

Hetalia Academy needed some excitement.

The last bell of the day couldn't ring soon enough. Yong-Soo sat in world history, his last class of the day, and stared at the clock above the teacher's desk, desperately watching the seconds tick by agonizingly slowly. On any other day, he would probably be listening, seeing as he actually loved his world history class. It meant more opportunities to declare that the world's greatest inventions had originated in Korea! But today, he had no interest in the teacher's lesson. He had work to do!

"Yong-Soo? Yong-Soo...?"

"Come on, come on..."

"Yong-Soo!"

"Wha-?"

At that moment, the final bell rang, and Yong-Soo jumped for joy. "IT'S OVER!" he squealed as he ran out of the classroom, leaving the other students in awe.

Heracles blinked sleepily. "I haven't seen someone...run so fast...since Natalia chased Ivan at lunch...that one time last year." A long, drawn-out pause left the room silent until the Greek senior spoke up again. "Yeah...Yong-Soo should come to my mother's place...for the Olympics, too."

The rest of the class agreed.

But Yong-Soo had no time to think about the Olympics. He had a plan, and he needed to get started on it now! He ran out to the front courtyard of the academy and saw that several other students had beaten him outside, already on their ways home. A minor setback. He just had to work quicker.

After a moment of scanning the crowd, Yong-Soo's eyes fell upon Kiku, the quiet, extremely polite senior from Japan. Kiku had been something of a friend of Yao's when he had still been at school, so Yong-Soo knew him rather well. Kiku hardly ever spoke unless he had to though, so the Korean always thought he was boring. He was a perfect place to start!

Slowly and carefully, Yong-Soo snuck up behind Kiku, who was busy looking at his digital day planner. He walked along quietly, not expecting a sneak attack from a rather loud and impatient Korean.

So when Yong-Soo reached out for him, Kiku was in for the shock, not to mention the squeeze, of his life.

"I CLAIM THESE IN THE NAME OF SOUTH KOREA!"

Kiku screamed at the top of his lungs in surprise and nearly had a heart attack, the poor thing. After a moment, he panted several deep breaths and looked down, only to see Yong-Soo's hands clutched onto his chest. Blushing a fierce red, Kiku turned his head and gasped, "Excuse me, may I HELP you?"

Yong-Soo just grinned. "I claim your breasts!" he squealed. "I'm turning it into a game. Whoever claims the most breasts here at Hetalia Academy is the winner!"

"Winner of WHAT?"

"...Love? Fame? I dunno." I boy's grin widened. "All I know is that it's fun! So you should have fun, too. Let's all have some fun!"

Kiku shook his head violently, his cheeks still stained bright red. "No, thank you, I'd rather not! Please, release my breasts!" He squirmed away, trying to escape Yong-Soo's grip, but the fingers around his chest just tightened.

At that moment, Kiku's two best friends, Ludwig and Feliciano, walked by. The German and Italian stopped for a moment when they saw the scene before them. If it was possible, Kiku's blush became darker.

"Ve, what are you doing, Kiku?" Feliciano asked, tilting his head a bit.

Kiku babbled incoherently before answering properly. "I am not doing ANYTHING!" he insisted. "I...I was just minding my own business when Yong-Soo ATTACKED me!"

"Aw, don't be like that," the Korean sighed. "Come on, Kiku, I'm just claiming your breasts. I didn't attack you! Actually, the fact that I did this means I would never attack you. Your breasts are too nice!"

"Oh yes, that is SO REASSURING!"

"Ve~! I looks like fun!"

Without a warning, Feliciano scampered behind Ludwig and thrust his hands forward, grabbing onto the German's chest. Ludwig let out what was probably the least manliest noise in the history of surprised noises, and his cheeks' color instantly turned darker than his brother's blood red eyes. For a moment, he was completely frozen in shock, but the reality quickly set in.

"FELICIANO!" he shouted, regaining his deep, manly voice. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"Claiming your breasts in the name of North Italy!"

Yong-Soo giggled. "I have an ally!"

Ludwig tried to grab at Feliciano, but the little Italian was too fast, constantly moving about in order to escape the German's large hands and muscled arms. Feliciano even had the guts to laugh and sing out, "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!" the entire time, only causing Ludwig to blush even more intensely.

And none of them ever forgot that they were in public.

FLASH!

The four boys stopped in their groping for a moment and looked in the direction of the flash, only to see Elizaveta, a senior from Hungary, holding her camera phone. Her smile was huge, and her cheeks were pink with excitement. "Oh, please, don't mind me," she said gleefully. "I'm just collecting some new materials." She looked over at Ludwig, and her smile softened a bit. "If only your brother could see you now..."

Ludwig's eyes grew in horror. "You...wouldn't...dare..."

"Bye!"

"STOP, YOU CRAZY WOMAN!"

Kiku kept his wide eyes on Elizaveta as she ran off. "Does she draw doujinshi? Holy cherry blossoms..."

And then, all hell broke loose.

"BROTHER. YOU MAY HAVE MY BREASTS WHENEVER YOU WANT THEM."

"GO HOOOOOOOOME!"

"Alfred, what are you DOING, you git?"

"I heard there was a competition! As an American, it's my job to win it!"

"...RODERICH!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it!"

The rest of the student body population wondered if it was okay for Vash to have a gun and chase the Austrian with it across campus.

In the midst of all the chaos, Yong-Soo caught sight of Elizaveta frantically smashing the buttons on her phone's keypad. He smiled to himself. Success! This was definitely more exciting than his boring study hall, AND he had gotten to grope Kiku! And, if he planned everything right, this would be one event Hetalia Academy would never forget! Maybe I can even get Principal Himaruya in on it, he thought. There was no way this day could get any better.

But that would be a different story if Yong-Soo were the one on the end of Elizaveta's phone. Specifically, it would be if he were a college student currently studying in Paris, France, Berlin, Germany, or Madrid, Spain.

"MON DIEU."

"West...I had no idea..."

"I guess it's safe to say that the legacy of the Bad Touch Trio is alive and well?"

Hold me and love me.

Just wanna touch you for a minute.

Maybe three seconds is enough for my heart to quit it?

Let's have some fun; this beat is sick.

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.

Don't think too much; just bust that kick.

I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.

Let's play a lovegame, play a love game.

Do you want love? Or you want fame? Are you in the game?

Dans the lovegame?

END