I'm so sorry, you guys. I really am. I'm failing at putting my crap up here because my new computer blocks the page needed to actually upload the stories onto FF. It's really annoying, but I got another computer, and with my sudden obsession over APH, will be suddenly dumping 3 or 4 stories XD
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I did it! I made a second part of this little story, lol. It was meant to be a one shot, hence why this doesn't exactly align with the first chapter, but anything can happen in musicals =D
APH isn't mine!
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England, smiling slightly in thought as he reminisces back when America was a little kid
We were together
America, chomping on a hamburger, as usual.
As close as people can get
England, already annoyed with his 'brother', gently places him in a headlock, where he tries to not-so gently strangle him.
We were the best of buddies…
America, Choking and trying to get free.
E-Ever since the day we m-met!
England, Squeezing tightly.
So he knows LOTS of ways to make me really upset
America, finally pulling free.
Oh!-
England, crossing his arms.
Everyday is an aggravation!
America, doing the same.
Come on now that's an exaggeration!
England, Smirking.
With so many burgers, your weight is getting scary….
America, upset with this little comment.
What?!
At least I don't go off and start talking to fairies!
You always made that little history we shared a Hell!
England, pointing at America accusingly.
So did you, that's why I was in hell too!
America
It sucks to be me
England
No! It sucks to be me
Japan (Still around the campfire)
It sucks to be me!
Germany (Still around the campfire)
It sucks to be me!
All four.
Is there anybody here it doesn't suck to be… It sucks to be ME.
America.
Da-da da-da da
England.
Da-da da-da da
Japan.
Da-da da-da da
Germany.
Da-da da-da!
America.
Da-da da-da da
England.
Da-da da-da da
Japan.
Da-da da-da da
Germany.
Da-da da-da!
France.
Why are you guys so happy?
America, giving the 'heroic thumbs up'
Because our lives suck!
France, crossing his arms in a sexy-type pose.
You think really think so? Am I hearing you correctly?
We come together, for opportunities.
Like that one time I tried to get England to marry me!
England stammers in surprise, horrified that France would mention that incident. America looks on, one eyebrow raised.
France, doing more sexy poses.
And it's not my fault that I am super sexy
France does a dramatic sighing pose.
And sigh….
Life is so hard…
When you're so beautiful…
And you have a fugly fiancé
And you just want to play all day…
England seems to just now realize…
HEY! I'm not ugly! I'm not your fiancé either, damn it!
France:
It –bleeps- to be me…
It –bleeps- to be me…
I say it-
-bleep- -bleep-
-bleep- -bleep-
-bleep- -bleep-
-bleep- -bleep-
-bleep- -bleep-
-bleep- -bleep
-bleep!-
It –bleeps- to be me!
America frowns as France skips off happily.
"Did France just get censored 16 times in his one verse?"
"Yes." England spoke, rolling up his sleeves, angrily. "No one like France needs to run around singing the word 'suck' at all let alone so many times. Now, if you excuse me, I have a country to wipe off the face of the earth." He stalked off, leaving America there. After a bit, there was a horrific French-sounding scream.