Disclaimer: I don't own APH or "Follow You Home" by Kelsey Chambers.

AN: This is a sort of oneshot, sort of song fic for AikoujOi. Enjoy.

"So, remind me," England said, playing with his shot glass. "Why am I at a bar with all of you?"

America shrugged. "You'll use any excuse to get drunk."

"No, I don't!"

France pulled England back onto his stool. "Yes, you do, mon cher."

Hong Kong, who was the most sober of the group, said, "There's Canada!"

"Matt?" Alfred repeated and started waving his arms around to get Canada's attention. "Matt, get over here! We're having a reunion!"

Sure enough, there were a few of England's and France's colonies, namely America, Hong Kong, Australia (who was sitting there, looking pissed, but drinking silently), and now Canada. Canada walked over with his girlfriend, Ukraine.

Everyone was quiet and polite, until they watched Ukraine finish a bottle of vodka in an impossibly short amount of time. Apparently she'd inherited her brother's talent for being able to drink a lot.

It was about eleven or so when Ukraine shouted, "There's a karaoke machine!"

She jumped off of Canada's lap and ran up to the stage, completely ignoring Matt who was telling her to stay.

"Oh well, mate. She can't be that bad at singing," Australia said consolingly.

"No, she's good at singing. I just don't want her getting that much attention."

They didn't really pay attention to the beginning of the song. It took a while to click.

"…A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame…"

"Hey! I know that song!" America shouted drunkenly.

The little group quieted down, trying to hear the words that Ukraine was singing.

"…As the boy because a man
The child inside remained
High on life with wide eyes open
A smile that could dry up the rain
A name that would now ring true
Like a sun on a sky of blue
The khaki legend grew
Ten feet tall…"

Australia's face turned stormy. "It's about...Steve Irwin."

There was a note of reverence in his voice.

"You still on about him?" England asked disdainfully. "He wasn't anything special."

"Shut up!" Australia yelled, slamming his fist onto the counter. He wiped at his eyes. "He was the best man."

"I'm with you," America said, glaring at England. "Iggy, you just don't know what's good anymore. You're too old."

"If I recall, weren't you obsessed with the Beatles for a while?"

America blushed but couldn't really think of a response. So, he turned to Hong Kong and asked, "Did you like him or not?"

"He did great work."

"…You walk alone
But I will follow you home
If the earth could mould
A man underneath the perfect sky
Like a diamond from the ground
An image of you would rise…"

"And you, Matt?"

"Do I really have a choice?" he replied, his eyes on his girlfriend.

"…Bearing a will of steel
Roll like an iron wheel
Teaching the world to feel
Heart and soul…"

"France?"

France shrugged. "He was all right."

"He was not just all right," Australia said fiercely. "He did so much."

"…With heart in hand
You bridge horizons
You paint the wild
Mother nature rises
You walk alone
But I will follow you home…"

"I don't get why you're so bloody obsessed with him," England commented.

Before anyone else could reply, France turned to England. "Stop trying to pick a fight. Mon cher, you may find it entertaining, but there are others who may hurt you."

"Stop being so bloody protective! I can handle this perfectly fine on my own."

"Mon ami, that's why I'm stopping this fight."

Ukraine came back. "Just another peaceful night, right?"

Canada hugged her and looked over at England and France who were still fighting. "Yes."

AN: I've got a soft spot for CanUkr. By the way, I actually don't like Steve Irwin that much. Yes, he did some good things, but...he helped to spread the idea that if you like animals you HAVE to speak with an Australian accent. XD. I don't know. I'm a little running high.