A/N:Two more reviews, one more chapter!

Alright, let's do this.

A week had passed from when I started in the universe. I'd gotten used to calling the gender bent nations their country names and my countries their human names. It was confusing, but it worked.

I collected my things after the meeting. And put them all in the messenger bag and stood up to nearly slam into Cyprus and Psyche.

"What?" I asked, not trying to be as hostile as I was.

"Netherlands." Psyche said, whining. "There's supposed to be a really good singer in town tonight. He's a cover singer for multiple languages. His name is Johan van den Berg." I winced at the stereotypical name. "He's supposed to be really good."

"If you want me to go, just tell me." I said, angrily. She sighed.

"Maybe I should." She sighed, "But here are the tickets!" She said and held one out to me. "Please come!"

"I'm not dressing like a slut." I said and took the ticket out of her hand. "I'll come in my Coldplay hoodie and sweatpants." I said, to spite her. She smiled strongly and skipped off.

I rolled my eyes as I packed up my things. I looked down at the ticket and read where I was supposed to go.

I sighed heavily and slung my bag over my shoulder. I looked over at the three female Italys all laughing. Seborga, Romano, and Veneziano.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and sighed heavily. I stuffed the ticket into my bra and walked out.

When I was outside, I threw my leg over the bike I'd taken from the house. I wasn't expecting the owner to be there, nearly ever.

I quickly pedaled to the train station and bought a doughnut there. I opened up my laptop as I sat down on the train and started typing into it.

In only half an hour, I was in Castricum and riding back to the house I now called home.

I opened the door and looked down at Miffy. God, she was fat.

I sunk into the couch and started watching videos.

Four hours later, I realized what I was supposed to be doing. I glanced at the clock and pushed myself off the couch.

I walked over and picked up the Black Coldplay zipper-less hoodie and practically ripped it on over my bare skin. I wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, but it wasn't like I cared. I peeled off my jeans and pulled my sweat pants on, as well as tyeing my hair in a loose bun.

I walked out, closing the door behind me. I also locked the door before jumping onto the bike.

It wasn't a short ride into town. And I made my way to Beverwijk along the highway.

I caught sight of the place quickly. It was a bit obvious, because of the thousands of people screaming.

I pulled out my phone and started texting Psyche.

"Where the hell are you?" I asked through the text. I waited a few minutes before receiving the text.

"At my house... why?"

"I'm at the concert." I rolled my eyes as I chained the bike to the rails.

"Oh. I forgot."

Blunt as ever, I see.

I sighed heavily and decided it was a waste not to at least listen to the music.

I quickly got admitted and started walking through the crowd.

"-Is it true that he picks one girl from the crowd to bring backstage and... you know." I heard a girl imply.

"Yeah! That's why the front is the best place." Another girl shouted and I moved out of earshot.

I was quickly at the front railing... and I swear, that had blown my eardrums. Something started happening and the crowd cheered louder.

I looked up to see the guy walk out on stage.

He had platinum blonde hair that covered his forehead and dark green eyes that scanned the crowd.

"Hallo, dames." He said into the microphone that was placed infront of his mouth. It was the kind that looked liked headphones until you saw that there was no speakers on the ears. Like Britney Spears. I hope I spelled that right, I've never been good with American singers. "Are you ready?" He asked, his voice low and sexy.

He swept the front row of girls with his eyes, and I could have sworn his dark green eyes lingered on mine for a fraction of a second, but that was probably just my imagination.

He looked over the back of the crowd too.

"Let's start with Coldplay..." He trailed off and I started to her the band.

Okay, he was worth listening to. His voice was strong and low, and I stopped wondering why woman swooned over him.

Before I knew it, an hour and a half passed by.

The last song ended, which was Manboy by Eric Saade. He sung it weirdly well, better than the original singer.

"Sorry ladies," He sighed into the microphone. "That was the last song of the night." He muttered and took off the mic.

He walked away and down to two security guards. He spoke to them before walking off stage.

The wave of screams started as they walked past the screaming girls, and some guys. My heart skipped a beat as the blonde one locked gazes with me. I swallowed hard as they approached, and before I knew it, I was lifted over the railing by my underarms and being dragged away.

Oh god.