A/N: Hello again! So here's chapter 2, where they actually sing! Well, not all. Only Schuldig in this chappie. Bwaha! Warnings and disclaimer are in the previous chapter, I don't feel like typing them every chapter. Oh wait, I don't own any of the songs mentioned in this fan fiction, I just like them. On with the fic!

Karaoke Night- Chapter Two

"Oh Bradley! Over here!"

Schuldig was calling him. Crawford turned his head to see Schuldig up on the stage, holding the mic.

"…oh dear Jesus…"

Yes, Schuldig was about to sing. He could only pray that his eardrums would not implode.

Schuldig was grinning madly; God only knows what he planned to actually sing. He sauntered on the stage a bit, and then some music started up. He grinned even wider. The beat was choppy, and sounded like a heavy guitar. Then, Schuldig opened his mouth.

"The bass, the rock,

The mic, the treble,

I like my coffee black just like my metal.

With the bass, the rock,

The mic, the treble,

I like my coffee black just like my metal.

I can't wait for you to knock me up.

In a minute, minute,

In a fuckin' minute.

I can't wait for you to knock me up.

In a minute, minute,

In a second."

He then started to swing his hips a tad. Farfarello was practically drooling.

I can't wait for you to shut me up,

And make me hip like bad ass.

I can't wait for you to shut me up.

Shut. It. Up.

Can't wait for you to shut me up,

And make me hip like bad ass.

I can't wait for you to shut me up.

Shut. It. Up.

The bass, the rock,

The mic, the treble.

I like my coffee black

Just like my metal.

With the bass, the rock,

The mic, the treble,

I like my coffee black

Just like my metal.

I can't wait for you to knock me up.

In a minute, minute,

In a fuckin' minute.

I can't wait for you to knock me up.

In a minute, minute,

In a second.

I can't wait for you to shut me up,

And make me hip like bad ass.

I can't wait for you to shut me up.

Shut. It. Up.

I can't wait for you to shut me up

And make me hip like bad ass.

I can't wait for you to shut me up.

Shut. It. Up.

I don't find it funny right now.

I want my mo-mo-mo-money right now

I'm on my way to the party right now.

I don't find it funny right now.

I want my mo-mo-mo- money right now.

I'm on my way to the party right now.

Because the break, the break, the break.

I can't wait for you to shut me up

And make me hip like bad ass.

I can't wait for you to shut me up

Shut. It. Up.

Can't wait for you to shut me up

And make me hip like bad ass.

I can't wait for you to shut me up

Shut. It. Up."

And then a whip cracked.

Crawford was amazed. Schuldig wasn't all that bad. He was actually pretty good.

The carrot-top smiled brightly as people clapped for him. He was incredibly proud of himself. He knew that Crawford thought he couldn't carry a tune, even if he had a bucket. He knew exactly why, too.

/FLASHBACK/

Crawford was once again sitting at the table, once again trying to read the newspaper. It was actually quite quiet (A/N: Say that five time fast XD), and he was enjoying it. But he was also pretty suspicious. The flat was never this quiet. Either it was about to get REALLY noisy, or the rest of Schwarz was up to something.

He peered from above the stock section and looked around. Nothing unusual. Hmm… He looked behind himself. Once again, nothing out of the ordinary.

Crawford shrugged and went back to his newspaper. Oh well, he would find out soon enough anyways. He enjoyed a few more minutes of peace and quiet, but then the most unholy of sounds pierced his eardrums.

"AND IIIIII-EEEEE-IIIIII, WILL ALWAAAAAAYS LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOOUU-OOOOOO-OOOOUUUUUUU!"

Crawford cringed. It was Schuldig. And he was singing in the shower. The horrid song reverberated off the walls and gave Crawford the grand daddy of all headaches.

"GOD DAMN IT SCHULDIG!"

Upstairs, in the shower, Schuldig started to laugh his ass off.

"I told you it would piss him off," Farfarello, who was in the shower with him (A/N: O.o;) commented.

"That's the point, my beer-guzzling little Irishman."

"…what did you just call me…?"

"Mwahaha."

And he gave Farfarello a kiss on the cheek.

/END OF FLASHBACK/

Schuldig grinned and hopped off the stage. He sauntered over to the table where the rest of Schwarz was seated. He plopped down on the chair.

"Now was that so bad, Bradley?"

Crawford didn't answer, he just rolled his eyes. Schuldig pouted.

"So, who's up next?" The German asked.

Farfarello stood up.

"I'll go," He said.

Nagi gasped and Crawford's eyes widened. This could only mean bad news. Who knows what kind of anti-God crap he planned to sing. He could only hope they didn't get kicked out of the bar.

TBC…

A/N: So, how did you like it? I believe that this is my fastest update ever! …Wait…this is my only update ever…oops. Ha ha, can you guess what Farfarello is going to sing? Hee, please review! I would love it! -heart heart heart-