Welcome to Day 28 — Doing Something Ridiculous!

Alas, our time will soon be over, but I'll make sure to end this fic with a shebang! (I never understood that word . . . .)

The fic is late today because I had to go to the state fair. They played "Hey Baby" by Pitbull, which is what I consider to be France's theme. If—when—I make a "Hetalia Character Theme Songs" video, France will get that one if I don't change my mind.

There is a song used in this chapter! I cannot put in the lyrics thanks to Fanfiction, so you can listen to it on YouTube. I know that you've probably already heard of it, so you can just search it up—if you dare!


"Let's go prank people," America suggested as he stared angrily at his broken X-Box.

"Pranks? Isn't that a little mean?" England was honestly slightly mad that Austria had ruined America's X-Box. He had fun playing games with his boyfriend on it.

"Pranks are supposed to be funny. Now, I know the perfect way to get Austria back!"


"Austria!" America ran into the upright nation's house, slamming the door and almost tripping over a pale blue book on the hardwood floor.

"What? Did Hungary finally accidentally murder Prussia?" Austria looked up from his piano, adjusting his glasses.

"No, but I found this guy in your basement."

"How on earth did you get into my basement? If it's another hobo . . . ."

"I don't think so. He looked a lot like"—America scanned the room desperately before pointing at a portrait—"that dude!"

"Beethoven is not a 'dude'. But I guess I'll go see what happened." Austria made his way to his basement door, America in tow. The nation pushed the door open and walked down the steep steps, America lingering near the aperture. "There's no one he—"

America slammed and latched the door, running away quickly. He motioned to England, who was right outside the window. England, feeling slightly guilty, clicked a button on his iPhone and sending Austria to his audible doom.

The song "Baby" by Justin Bieber started playing through the speakers set up in Austria's basement. Loudly.

"W-what? No, not this song!" Austria plugged his ears but failed to block out the music. "What happened to music? Why do songs like this exist? Sometimes, they don't even have any real instruments in them and are done completely on the computer. It's horrible!" Austria banged his fist on the door. "Who even is this? Is it a guy or a girl; I can't even tell!"

America laughed at the thought of Austria's precious classical music being taken away from him and being forced to listen to electronic music.

England couldn't help but chuckle, though he was slightly worried by how annoyed Austria seemed. "When are we going to let him out?" He tapped on the window in Morse Code, knowing that America could understand.

"When the song is over," America tapped back.

England nodded and waited until the last beat was played. He paused the song.

America unlatched the door, waiting for Austria to beat him down verbally.

"Why did you do that to me? I'm kind to you!" The annoyed nation stamped up to America.

"But you broke my X-Box."

"That was an accident!"

"Well, you should watch where you step."

"I will inquire you again: Why did you lock me in my own house and blast that horrid 'new' music?"

"Um . . . it was funny?"

Austria clenched his fists, steam popping out of his head. "So you think I'm funny, huh?"

America and England darted away from the angry megane. "Run for your lives!"


So, that is supposed to be an ending. Sometimes, hobos sneak into Austria's house.