In the Hetadance Universe exist three studios: the Ivan Braginsky Dance Company (owned by Russia), the Alliance of Dance (owned by France), and the Dance Axis (owned by the Italy Bros.). They compete with each other. A lot. This has led to rivalries and infighting. Of course it did, otherwise these little vignettes wouldn't be told (even if some of the dancers would rather I didn't tell them at all). Let's begin the fun!
~UwU~
"So you don't have an explanation as to why you were not there last week?" Japan asked. The tension could be felt for miles around. "I don't owe you an explanation you jerk bastard," the dance teacher, Romano, replied. "You do," pushed Japan. Romano exhaled sharply. "That was mean spirited, what you said," Japan continued. Something broke, deep inside the Japanese man, who had been dancing with his studio, Dance Axis, since it had opened. "NO! I am not going to have this man sit here and lie about what he said. You are shallow and nasty, and I am not leaving if that's what you want. You are a liar! An absolute liar, and all of you people that stand there, you are a bunch of cowards!" Japan snapped. "I wasn't… I didn't…" stammered Romano's choreographer, also his brother. "You're a coward! All you people do is let this man sit here and lie!"
~UwU~
"That bastard dances like he has two left feet, I knew he was a leftie," Romano said rudely. The Dance Axis had just finished watching Sweden compete with a solo for Alliance of Dance. "I'm not engaging," Canada muttered to himself. "Then why'd you say anything to begin with, you jerk bastard?" Romano asked. "I'm disengaging," Canada corrected. "And I saw England up there, he can't dance either!" Romano exclaimed. As intermission began, everyone began getting up. "Did you hear that, that idiot just said I can't dance!" England whispered to France, exasperated. "And who would say that, you were great up there!" France complimented. To America, it was obvious that Romano was just jealous of England because Iraq, another Axis dancer, had a wardrobe malfunction during his solo, which had gone on right before Sweden.
As soon as they all exited the auditorium and into the hallway, Romano stormed up to England. "You jerk bastard, you cannot dance! I thought Sweden was the one who had to work his way up, Sweden dances circles around you!" "You know what's funny, we said the same thing about Iraq, does that make you feel good?" England retorted. "Bitch, you don't want to go there with me! I will show your ass to the Italian mafia!" Romano screamed. "You started this, you know," England continued. Denmark thought it was rather hysterical to see England, of all countries, acting like a hoodrat. "Shut your big mouth, and I'll tell you who started this," England continued. "Stop, STOP!" Canada cried. They did not. France ended up having to publicly apologize to everyone who had to see the fight, and Dance Axis had all their routines disqualified due to Romano's conduct.
~UwU~
"No one has a chance in hell against Germany. He has 2 solos," Spain whined, "The rest of us were set up to fail!" Veneziano often assigned Germany solos just for being there. Romano then walked into the dressing room, and accosted Romano. "Romano, can we go in the hallway. I tried to talk to both you and Germany!" he asked. "Why are you doing this you jerk bastard, we just won!" "Yea, and besides, my brother's happy!" Prussia added. "Do you want to talk about all the things that need to be talked about?" Spain continued. "Not here, not now, this is the weekend. You are not paying for my time. You are not to pay me. You are not paying me," Romano answered furiously. Prussia then stormed up to Spain, "How many times have I beat your brother this year?" "Get OUT!" screamed Germany. "Let's go, puto!" Spain retaliated. Romano was now livid. "You are holding a national title and I can take it away!" he screeched.
~UwU~
"You're a big liar," Latvia accused. "Really?" asked Belarus. "Such a liar, no one believes you," Latvia continued. "I don't believe you. I feel so sorry for your patience," Belarus replied. "You don't but most of us do," Latvia countered. "That's scary. I feel so sorry for your patience," Belarus continued condescendingly. "I don't know if any therapist will ever be able to help you with your Russia obsession," Latvia muttered, now fuming. "You're just a bitch," Belarus retaliated. "At least I'm only one bitch, you and Russia married would make two bitches!" Latvia yelled. The studio burst into laughter, except Belarus, who kept staring daggers at Latvia as she stomped outside, and Russia who was making kolkolkol noises.
It was time to leave anyway, and Lithuania had just finished changing into his normal clothes, so the three baltics left the studio. Latvia saw Belarus as they went to go get the train home. Latvia stormed up to Belarus. "You called me a bitch, I called you two…" but he was interrupted when Belarus choked him in an attempt to kill him. Lithuania had to get Belarus' hands off of Latvia. "Seriously! Call the police! Call the police, right now!" "Stay away from me!" Belarus yelled as Lithuania dragged her away. Russia came outside when he heard the commotion. "What happened here?" he asked. "She just attacked me!" Latvia cried, "She literally went into my neck!" Russia called the police. "You are going to jail! Revel in it!" he taunted at Belarus as he got on the train to his house and left.