Step 9: Viola! Owa Tagu Siam! Let's Play Truth or Dare!
Arthur and Alfred/Amelia arrived back at the party just as Canada was finishing singing "Invisible" as a solo on the karaoke machine. No one appeared to be paying any attention to the poor North American nation . . . no one except Russia, that is, who clapped enthusiastically. Canada blanched and looked as though he wanted the song to be over quickly.
Poor Bro, I wouldn't want that kind of attention either, Alfred/Amelia thought.
"I thought we were singing duets," Arthur said to Elizabeta.
"That's still the plan," she said, "but if you draw out your own name, then you sing a solo." She pushed a hat at him. "Draw out two names; you guys are the last to select names."
Alfred/Amelia reached into the hat after Arthur had finished. "That song is kinda . . . I dunno . . . right and wrong at the same time for my Bro," she said.
Elizabeta laughed. "You know what the funny part is?" she said. "I just set it on random selection for a solo and that's what came up. That machine is incredible, England. It actually surfs the Internet for popular songs and then either finds the karaoke for it or converts it into a karaoke version; it even projects images on the wall behind the singer."
"Well, Kiku gave me the beta version of the newest model as a gift for St. George's Day*," Arthur said.
Canada finished his song and hurried off of the orchestra stage where the karaoke machine had been set up.
Germany walked up to the "stage", picked up the microphone, and stood stiffly in front of everyone. The opening notes and percussion for Britney Spears' "You Drive Me Crazy" started. "Elizabeta, I can't sing this!" he said. "It's a song for a girl!"
"It's already started; you'll lose points if you miss any more," Elizabeta stated, smirking. "You don't want to pay the penalty if you get a score below 75%, do you?"
Ludwig opened his mouth to protest again.
"Ve~ you have a wonderful voice; Go for it Ludwig!" Feliciano shouted.
Ludwig turned bright red and sang, "You drive me crazy! I just can't sleep! / I'm so excited; I'm in too deep. / Vhooooaaa . . . Cra~zy! but it feels all right / Baby thinking of you keeps me up all night!", all while staring at Feliciano, who blushed and suddenly looked shy.
"Soooo . . . What's the penalty?" Alfred/Amelia asked as Germany stiffly, but accurately, hit every note and word. Even his pacing of the lyrics was perfect. Several nations, obviously still a little drunk, started dancing.
"It was no fun just having them sing, so I turned this into another penalty game. I've put all the nations' names in another hat. If any solo or duet gets below 75%, then that 'loser' has to draw out a name from the hat. If it's a duet, then each member of the duet draws a name for a separate penalty; solos only have to draw out one name. The nation whose name is drawn then proposes a Truth or a Dare," she said. "Hong Kong already lost. He sang 'I Will Survive' rather monotone and didn't score well; he drew France, and of course, he picked 'Truth'. Only a fool would have picked 'Dare'."
"So what was the result?" Alfred/Amelia asked, grinning.
Elizabeta blushed. "It's too embarrassing to repeat," she said, smiling. "I'll just say Sealand's and Liechtenstein's ears had to be covered for the answer; it was too late for the question." She laughed. "It was very funny! Too bad you missed it. Maybe you can get one of your buddies to tell you later." She turned to Arthur who was staring at the two slips of paper in his hand. "So England, who's names did you get?" she asked him, holding a pen to a clipboard.
Arthur muttered his potential partners' names.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite hear that second one after Sealand," Elizabeta said with a slight smile on her face.
"United States!" Arthur said, turning a deep shade of pink.
Alfred/Amelia felt her face mirror Arthur's expression.
"Well you're lucky," Elizabeta said. "Sealand didn't draw your name, so no duet with him." She turned to Alfred/Amelia and grinned. "And whose names did you draw?"
Alfred/Amelia glanced down at the slips of paper; she hadn't bothered to look at them yet. What the? she thought as she read the names on the paper. "Are you sure you didn't rig these?" she asked.
"You got United Kingdom, didn't you?" Elizabeta asked, smiling wider. "Russia had drawn England's name earlier, and Belarus and Canada drew Russia's name, so there was no chance of a duet. There was only you two left to draw names; we all knew England would either be singing a solo or doing a duet with you." She laughed and wrote down the two nations as a duet.
"Bloody hell, you're getting way too much enjoyment out of this," Arthur said, folding his arms.
Alfred/Amelia noticed his lips twitched slightly upwards for a split-second before returning to the frown he'd put on his face.
"Mi amigo, where is the toilet?" Spain asked, grasping Arthur's arm and looking as green as a pistachio.
Arthur instinctively took a step back. "What's wrong?" he asked in a panicked tone.
"Gilbert's 'sober-up-quick' drink isn't working," Spain moaned, "and then Francis suggested I eat something or drink some coffee, and now my barriguita doesn't feel so good."
"There's some for men and women right over there," Arthur said, pointing to the far side of the ballroom.
Spain looked over to where Arthur had indicated and turned greener from the maneuver. He clapped his hand to his mouth and ran for them.
"I also got Liechtenstein," Alfred/Amelia said.
"She drew your name earlier, so you'll be doing two duets," Elizabeta stated.
Spain reached the men's restroom quickly but struggled with the door, growing greener by the second.
"Oi! Don't make a mess! Get in there!" Arthur shouted and ran over to Spain who managed to open the door before Arthur reached him. Arthur stopped outside the door and leaned against the wall, trying to act as if he wasn't concerned anymore. After a minute of listening to Germany sing, Arthur shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking back over to where Elizabeta and Alfred/Amelia were standing.
"I haven't tried out my singing voice in this body yet," Alfred/Amelia said. "I know I sound awesome in my other body, but I don't even know what I'm capable of in this one."
"You'll be fine," Elizabeta said. "Besides, it's karaoke. It doesn't have to sound perfect; you just need to get a score of 75% or higher, which only requires that you get the notes, pacing, and lyrics close to the original."
Germany finished his song. The score meter flashed an 80; he let out a huge sigh of relief, set down the microphone, and stepped off the stage.
"There's a perfect example right there." She gestured at Germany as Arthur walked back up to the pair of female nations. "Nice work, Ludwig! Although I think Lena Meyer-Landrut's 'Satellite' fits you and Feliciano better," Elizabeta said.
Both Alfred/Amelia and Arthur stared at her in disbelief.
Feliciano saw that Ludwig was finished and started walking over to their group.
"I had nothing to do vith the Eurofision 2010 song for my country," Germany protested, blushing furiously. "That blue undervear part vas nicht my fault either, Hungary."
"You sure? I've seen you walking around your house in your boxers, and I wonder if the songwriter has too," she said. "I mean, I happen to know that you are on a first name basis with both the songwriter and the lyricist." Elizabeta winked, and Arthur turned to look at Germany to see his response.
His face crimsoned even more. "I . . . that is . . . you . . . how . . . the songwriter . . . I . . ." Germany sputtered.
"Ve~ You sounded so pretty, Ludwig, just like I knew you would," Feliciano said as he came up and dragged Ludwig away before he could protest any further. The trio of nations watched as Ludwig grabbed something strong to drink.
Elizabeta grinned widely. "I wrote a whole doujinshi on those two while listening to that song," she said, pulling out a notebook and scribbling in it while watching Italy as he hugged Germany and raved about his performance. Germany protested but didn't try to push him away. Elizabeta giggled. "Ludwig is such an adorable uke, and he doesn't even realize it~!" She scribbled some more into her notebook.
"Dang. Fujoshis are scary," Alfred/Amelia said.
Arthur nodded.
"Back to what I was saying," Elizabeta said. "You'll have plenty of time to warm up for it if you want because I already decided to do all the solos first. Next up Belarus!"
Natalia grabbed a mike as the karaoke machine selected a song. She glanced at the title. "Every Breath You Take" by the Police flashed up on the wall behind her. "I don't want to sing this song," she said, bending over and stopping the machine. She tossed a MP3 player to Arthur. "Hook this up to the machine and play number one on the play-list."
"But Belarus you're supposed to sing what's on the—" Elizabeta started to protest until she saw Natalia's dark glare. "Um, I don't think another device will work with—"
"Of course it will. This is one of Kiku's new interactive models; although, I don't know how England got his hands on one. Now plug me in," Natalia demanded, punctuating her words with a knife she pulled from her skirt folds.
Arthur blanched and walked over to the karaoke machine. "For your information, Kiku and I are friends," Arthur said. "That's how I got one." After a minute of fiddling with it, he connected the MP3 player to the machine and pushed start.
An electric beat filled the air. "It's a crime, it's a crime, it's a shame, it's a crime," Natalia sang into the mike.
Alfred/Amelia's eyes grew wide at this first line. Wait . . . I know this song, she mused.
Natalia started to sway with the music as she continued the song. "Can't you tell that I'm in love love love / Can't get enough of you, need you night and day!" Natalia belted out while gesturing towards Russia. His face went pale, and he started looking for the nearest exit. "When you're not around I'm tested / I could get arrested carrying on this way."
Poor Russia, Alfred/Amelia thought, he looks so frightened . . . actually, that's really funny.
"I'm going crazy here by myself / I want you and no one else," Natalia continued, staring straight at Russia. "Sending out a signal of my distress / I confess, I'm obsessed."
All the other nations started staring at Russia after hearing these lyrics; several of them looked unsure if they should clap, laugh, or just listen.
"It's a crime, it's a shame, holding your love from me!" Natalia sang, pointing at her brother.
Russia turned to the other nations in response to their stares. "Don't look at me! I don't encourage her!" he stated, gesturing toward his little sister. He turned toward Natalia and started to object to her song in Russian. She ignored her brother and started dancing as she continued the song.
"It's a really good song, isn't it, daze?" someone said behind the two women, causing both of them to jump and let out little shrieks. They turned around to find Korea standing behind them. "Karaoke was invented in my country, you know. Uri nara mansae!"
"Yong Soo, you scared us!" Elizabeta said. "Where did you come from?"
"Ah, well, I went to visit China to show him my Halloween costume, but they told me he was here, daze. No one answered the door, so I just opened it and followed the music. Where is Yao-Hyung, daze?" Yong Soo said, scanning the crowd. Korea was dressed in a red, silk brocade cheongsam with a phoenix pattern and long slits up the sides, which showed off his long legs and red high-heels. His hair was in an up-do with several chestnut-colored strands hanging long, loose, and sexy on his shoulders.
Wow, if I didn't know Yong Soo was a boy, I'd mistake him for a girl right now, Alfred/Amelia thought, guessing he'd added the hair extensions and a little extra padding in "certain areas" to get the look just right.
It was then that Korea noticed Alfred/Amelia staring at him. "Who are you?" he asked, looking confused. "I don't remember a new country being formed lately, daze."
"I'm America!" she stated, smiling. This is the costume that just keeps on giving, she thought. I can't wait to see his reaction.
"Wow! You look fantastic, daze!" he said, looking her up and down.
Huh? Why isn't he freaking out? Alfred/Amelia wondered.
"I knew cross-dressing for my costume this year was an awesome idea, especially since you thought of it too!" Yong Soo stated. "Although I hate to admit that your costume looks more realistic than mine."
Alfred/Amelia noticed he wasn't looking at her face when he said this; his gaze was slightly lower. She felt her face grow hot as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Thankfully, a flash of red and violet in the crowd caught Korea's attention. "Ah! There you are, Yao-gege!" he called, running over to China. "Cool! We color-coordinate, daze!"
"Aiya! Why are you dressed like that? !" Yao shouted as he tried to keep Yong Soo from hugging him.
Watching this exchange, Alfred/Amelia suddenly remembered where she'd heard the song before. "So that's where my BoA CD went," she stated. "Natalia must have borrowed it the last time she visited."
Elizabeta stared at Alfred/America. "Wait you and Belarus . . . ?" she started to ask.
Alfred/America realized what Elizabeta was about to suggest. "Wha? Wait! No way!" she said, panicking and holding up her hands in surrender. "Don't misunderstand, Lizzy. We just like to have karaoke parties. I do it as a favor to Toris to distract her from her 'brother-fixation'."
Elizabeta folded her arms and looked incredulous.
Alfred/Amelia laughed nervously at this expression. "I mean . . . I'm the only nation strong enough to handle her," she continued, sweating slightly. "Listen Lizzy . . . I'm not into crazy chicks."
Elizabeta smirked, whipped out her notebook again and started scribbling in it. "Sure. Whatever you say Al," she said.
Alfred/Amelia looked over to where Arthur was. He seemed fascinated with the owners' manual for his karaoke machine and was looking at it and glancing at the machine every now and then as if he was trying to figure out some special feature.
"I'm not! Danger has no appeal to me at all!" Alfred/Amelia protested. ". . . What are you scribbling in that notebook?"
"You're the world's self-proclaimed hero, and you're not into danger, huh," Elizabeta said, raising an eyebrow.
Alfred/Amelia glanced toward Arthur. He seemed satisfied with how the machine was performing and started walking back over to where the two of them were. "Don't share that I have karaoke parties with Natalia with anyone, please? Toris might get upset," she pleaded.
Elizabeta looked up from her notebook. "Are you sure it's only for Toris' sake that you're worried?" she asked, grinning as she glanced over at Arthur.
Alfred/Amelia looked down at the floor. Dammit, why can't I think of a response?
Elizabeta watched Natalia and Russia."Were you even trying to distract her from the object of her affection? What happened to that natural charisma of yours?" she asked.
"I was trying . . . very hard . . . it was quite a distraction actually," Alfred/Amelia said, looking up again.
"Who was distracted? You or Belarus?" Elizabeta asked, stifling a laugh.
". . . um . . .," Alfred/Amelia looked around for Arthur again. He had almost reached them. "Well, look at her! Any hot-blooded guy would be distracted by that," she said, gesturing toward Natalia who was swinging her hips provocatively to the music while staring down Russia who looked like he was about to faint from fear. "Right, Artie?"
"Sorry? What are you talking about?" Arthur asked, as he looked back and forth between Elizabeta.
Alfred/Amelia opened her mouth to reply to his question and only a squeak came out. Why the hell did I ask him? she thought. He'll think I like Natalia if he knows we were talking about her.
"We were just commenting on how lovely Belarus looks tonight," Elizabeta said.
Alfred/Amelia felt the blood drain out of her face.
Arthur looked over to the nation they were talking about. "I suppose she is nice to look at," he stated.
Alfred/Amelia felt a pang in her chest.
"If you like her type," Arthur continued, "which I don't."
Alfred/Amelia let out a sigh of relief when she heard that. Wait a minute . . . why do I care who Artie likes? she wondered.
"Besides, I'm more amused by the reaction she's getting out of Russia than anything else about her," Arthur continued. He laughed as he watched Natalia leave the stage and start walking towards Russia. Her score flashed 98.
"Looks like even the karaoke machine knows better than to get between her and Russia," Elizabeta mused.
They watched as Russia hid behind a chair. When she finally reached him, he protested that he needed to "use the facilities" and made a beeline for the bathrooms. Natalia pouted and stomped her foot. She walked over to the karaoke machine, grabbed her MP3 player, and then sat down at the table where Russia had been sitting. Russia reached the bathrooms just as Spain was exiting.
"Brother, you better really need to go in there, or I'm coming in after you!" Natalia shouted.
"Go away!" Russia shouted from inside the restroom.
Antonio slowly walked over to a table and sat down. He laid his head on the tabletop and looked like he wanted to die. Gilbert walked over and sat next to him. He appeared to be struggling between feeling sorry for his friend and enjoying his misery.
"Lovino!" Elizabeta called. "It's your turn."
Antonio perked up at the mention of his former-charge's name.
The Italian walked up to the stage and grabbed a microphone. "Dammit! Why do I hafta do this?" he boomed over the speakers.
"Please, use the mike only for singing," Elizabeta said, walking over to the machine to adjust the sound and other functions.
Some valley girls started talking over the speakers and a beat started up as Lovino's song began.
"Why were you talking about Belarus earlier?"Arthur asked Alfred/Amelia.
"We weren't really specifically talking about her," she replied. "Not any more than I'm sure anyone else was. She was making quite a scene."
"Do you think she's pretty?" Arthur asked, ignoring her evasion.
"No! Those were Lizzy's words, not mine," Alfred/Amelia stated. "I don't like her type either."
Arthur looked at her. "So what type do you like?" he asked as he folded his arms.
Alfred/Amelia felt her heart skip a beat when his eyes met hers. "I—"
"I like big butts and I cannot lie / You other brothers can't deny," Romano's voice boomed over hers.
Both Arthur's and Alfred/Amelia's mouths dropped open, and they turned to stare at Romano as he continued to rap "Baby Got Back". Several nations cat-called and cheered. It was hard to tell if the Italian nation felt uncomfortable or not about his song because he stared at the teleprompter and just read the lyrics, not making any attempt to make them sound like an actual rap.
"So fellas!" Romano said.
"Yeah!" several male nations, including the Bad Friends Trio, replied.
"Fellas!"
"Yeah!"
"Has your girlfriend got the butt?" Romano asked, crimsoning while reading the lyrics that were coming up next in the rap.
"Hell yeah!" the nations shouted.
"What the bloody hell . . ." Alfred/Amelia heard Arthur say. She pried her eyes away from Romano and looked over at Arthur. His mouth was still hanging open. Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and she glanced over to where the karaoke machine was sitting.
"Pffft!" Alfred/Amelia let out a small laugh.
Arthur looked at her.
"I think hooking it up to Natalia's MP3 player did something to your machine, because even Lizzy thinks there's something wrong with this choice," she stated, pointing at Elizabeta who was looking frustrated as she clearly was trying to turn off the song.
Arthur shook his head. "Well we'd better get it fixed before our duet," he said.
Alfred/Amelia felt her cheeks grow warm and her heart quicken at the words "our duet".
"There's no way I'm performing something like this," he continued, walking over to where Elizabeta was. They both started playing with the controls. Romano looked a little flustered by this but continued reading off the lyrics as they appeared.
Alfred/Amelia fanned herself and grabbed a cold drink from the snack table before sitting at a table to watch the spectacle.
"Don't stop Romano's song!" Gilbert protested when he noticed Arthur and Elizabeta debating about pulling the plug to reset the machine.
"Yeah, I like what I'ma hearing!" Antonio shouted, seemingly recovered from earlier.
"That's it!" Lovino yelled. "I quit! I don't do things for your entertainment!" He slammed down the mike and walked off the stage. Feedback whistled over the speakers, and several nations covered their ears.
"Wait Lovi~!" Antonio cooed as he followed Lovino who was walking toward some French doors that led to the yard. When he reached them, he tugged on the doors. They didn't budge.
"Those have already been locked for the season," Arthur called. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't break my house."
Romano cursed, walked over to the nearest table, and sat down. He sulked while Spain talked to him, his words indistinct to most around them.
The machine finished the song and flashed a big red 55 on the wall behind the orchestra stage. Most of the nations started laughing. Arthur chuckled and powered the machine off and on again to reset it.
"Che Diavolo! That is not fair!" Lovino protested, his face reddening.
France walked over to the hat, grabbed it, and brought it over to the peeved nation. "You could always sing anozer song, mon ami," he said, "but wouldn't it be easier to just take the penalty? Who knows? Maybe you'll draw out someone who's sweet, like Seychelles?"
Lovino looked incredulous but reached into the hat. He pulled out a slip of paper, unfolded it, and silently read the name.
"Well, who did you get?" Antonio asked.
Lovino mumbled something.
"¿Repita por favor?" Spain requested.
"I got you!" Romano yelled, his whole face turning red.
Everyone started chuckling and hooting. Spain got a huge smile on his face. Alfred/Amelia couldn't help but mimic that grin.
"Truth or Dare, mi pequeño tomate," Antonio asked.
"Che~ Dare, of course!" Lovino answered, his eyes defiant.
Several nations snickered and chuckled.
"Lovi ~ , I dare you not to say bad words for the rest of the night," Antonio said. "In fact, you have to end or begin your sentences with a 'Ve~' like your brother, or better yet, a 'Nya' like a cute kitty." This dare incited laughter from everyone.
Lovino glared at him. "Damn it!" he protested. "You know I can't do that! What the hell are you smoking, you stupid bastard? !"
"If you can't do it, you either have to switch to a 'Truth' or select a different name out of the hat," Elizabeta said, grabbing it from France and thrusting it at Romano. "I hope you get my name; I already have some lovely ideas no matter which you choose." A wicked smile crossed her face.
Romano's face went pale. "C-c-can I start the dare over? I-I-I will try to watch my language," he stated, "even if it means that I don't say anything the rest of the night."
Elizabeta pouted but retracted the hat. "I suppose," she said.
"Didja forget something at the end of thata sentence?" Antonio goaded, smiling and folding his arms. Several nations snickered and many of them leaned forward in anticipation.
Lovino blushed all the way to his ears. ". . .Nya," he finished quietly.
All the nations started chuckling.
Antonio produced a pair of cat ears and placed them on top of Lovino's head. "Here, this might help you get in the mood," Antonio said. "Buhyoo~! You look so cuuuuutte!" He hugged his former-charge. This only caused the other nations to laugh harder.
Lovino opened his mouth to say something but decided not to so that he didn't have to say "Nya" again. Instead, he just pushed Spain away from him and then flung the ears to the other side of the room.
"Oh Gott! I can't stand it!" Gilbert cried, falling off his chair from fits of laughter. "That vas even better than if you had made him kiss you or something."
"I wish he had done that instead," Elizabeta said, looking disappointed as she glanced at her list.
"Next up is Seychelles and Sealand," Elizabeta called, looking at her list and walking away from the karaoke machine and looking for the nations she called.
The two younger nations stepped onto the stage. Arthur switched the machine over to duets and "Islands in the Stream" started playing. Both nations furrowed their brows as the other nations laughed. "I think it's still broken, you jerk of jerks," Sealand said to Arthur.
"I hope you draw my name when you mess up, you cheeky brat," Arthur stated, folding his arms.
Sealand immediately started singing along with Seychelles.
"Wow, he knows exactly which buttons to push," Elizabeta said as she sat next to Alfred/Amelia, "and I'm not talking about the karaoke machine."
Alfred/Amelia sighed and propped herself up on her hand. "It's one of his many talents," she replied. "Take it from someone who knows."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. But you can't hate him for it either," Alfred/Amelia continued, "because you know all his buttons too and you never hesitate to push them."
Elizabeta smirked. "Reeeally?" she said, slyly pulling out her notebook and jotting down something.
"My sister was one of the names not pulled earlier. Is either of the two nations who were last to draw names going to sing with her?" Switzerland asked, walking up to Elizabeta and glancing at the clipboard. He looked at Alfred/Amelia. "Listen up America: I'm only letting you sing with Lili because you're a girl now. If you make her cry, embarrass her, or do anything weird, you'll regret it."
One thing is for sure: he's definitely living up to his costume, Alfred/Amelia thought. Switzerland had chosen to dress as a knight-in-shining-armor. The only thing missing was his sword. "Don't worry, even as a girl, I'm still a hero," she said, flashing a thumbs-up. "I'll make sure we sound awesome."
"For your sake, I hope so," Switzerland said.
"Well before you do that," Elizabeta said. "You have a duet with England."
"You'd better not dawdle or mess up," Switzerland threatened Alfred/Amelia. "My sister is getting sleepy, and I'd like to finish this 'game' before midnight." He checked his watch. "It's already eleven o'clock; get started on your duet and don't mess up. If anyone else has to do a penalty, we're going to be here until tomorrow morning."
"I can't vouch for Artie," Alfred/Amelia said, "but don't worry. Like I said, I'll be as awesome as I can." She gave him her best million-dollar smile, and he returned as much of a smile as Switzerland can, then walked over to tell his sister.
Sealand and Seychelles finished with a score of 78. The two nations breathed sighs of relief and stepped off the stage.
"America and England, get up there!" Switzerland hollered. Chuckles rippled through the audience.
"Thank you for your help, but I think I can handle directing everyone, Switzerland," Elizabeta said, which only sparked more chuckles.
Arthur moved away from the controls of the karaoke machine and picked up one of the microphones as he walked up on the stage. Alfred/Amelia quickly joined him, grabbing the other mike. "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" flashed up on the wall.
"Oh my, is ze karaoke machine trying to tell you two somezing?" France asked, grinning and gulping down some coffee.
"Quiet Frog!" Arthur shouted as the music started to play.
"Artie, it's starting! You're supposed to sing first," Alfred/Amelia said.
Arthur crimsoned and brought his mike up to his mouth. "Don't go breaking my heart," he belted out.
"I couldn't if I tried," Alfred/Amelia trilled in a lovely and sweet soprano. She grinned. Cool! I sound awesome! she thought happily.
"Oh, Honey if I get restless," Arthur continued.
"Baby you're not that kind," Alfred/Amelia sang back at him.
As they progressed through the song, Alfred/Amelia started to feel more and more relaxed. They both started to sway to the music as they sang. I'm glad this is one we both already know, she thought as she realized neither Arthur nor she had needed to use the teleprompter yet.
"Honey when you knocked on my door," Arthur sang as he knocked on a "door" in the air and held out his hand to her.
"Ooo, I gave you my key," Alfred/Amelia practically purred as she sang her part, placing the "key" in his open palm. She felt light-headed when her fingers made contact with his gloved palm. A tingle flowed up her arm, and she found herself unable to move. Fortunately, she managed to keep singing.
"Ooo hoo, Nobody knows it," they chorused together.
"But when I was down," Arthur sang as he raised an eyebrow when he noticed she hadn't pulled her hand away.
"I was your clown," Alfred/Amelia intoned back to Arthur. She heard some nations laugh at this particular exchange, and she blushed with embarrassment as they repeated part of the chorus. She didn't have time to feel embarrassed, though, because Arthur grabbed her still-outstretched hand, whirled her around, released her hand, and caught her into the curve of his microphone-free arm.
"But right from the start," he sang. "I gave you my heart."
Alfred/Amelia's whole face grew hot as she felt Arthur's arm around her and his hand on the curve of her waist. "I gave you my heart," she sang to him, recovering from her previous embarrassment.
Arthur winked and smiled at her as they continued the song. He grabbed her hand again and whirled her back out but continued to hold her hand as he started to dance with her.
"Don't go breaking my heart," they harmonized together and continued to dance around the stage. Several nations started dancing with each other, following the two nations' lead.
"This song is so sweet it's making my teeth hurt," Alfred/Amelia heard Australia saying to the nations next to him.
"A policeman and a flapper? You call zat sweet?" she heard France reply. "I call zat provocative."
Alfred/Amelia felt her face flush a little as she tried to ignore that comment.
"So don't misunderstand me," Arthur crooned and twirled her around once to try to distract her from France's comment as he danced her around the stage in their one-handed dance.
"You put the light in my life," Alfred/Amelia sang happily as she let him lead her.
"You put the sparks to the flame," Arthur serenaded, looking her right in the eyes and smiling a little wider than before.
"I've got your heart in my sights," Alfred/Amelia resounded back as she felt her heart palpitate at this exchange. She felt like she was floating as they went into the chorus. Singing and dancing with Arthur felt spontaneous and easy, so easy that it surprised her when she heard the song starting to end.
As if it was the most natural thing to do, Arthur scooped her up into his arms and spun them both around for the last intonations of the song. He set her down, and they both turned around to see what their score was as they caught their breaths. A 90 flashed up on the screen.
Alfred/Amelia felt herself break into a wide smile as she lowered her microphone.
"Sorry," Arthur said quietly, lowering his mike, "I guess I missed a few notes."
She shook her head. "It probably was me," Alfred/Amelia countered back quietly. "But let's not fight for blame over those 10 points; we did awesome!"
"You're really light, by the way," Arthur noted quietly. "That was like lifting a pillow."
Alfred/Amelia felt her face grow warm as she remembered how close their faces were when he had picked her up. Someone behind them cleared his throat. It was then that they both noticed they hadn't let go of each other's hands yet.
"Get a room!" a nation in the back of the room said, and the rest of the nations laughed.
Arthur blushed and released her hand. "Don't listen to them. They only said it to get a reaction," he said quietly as he stepped off the stage.
"Don't leave the stage yet, America!" Elizabeta called. "You still have your duet with Liechtenstein."
Liechtenstein walked up to the stage and smiled at Alfred/Amelia as she joined her. The karaoke machine loaded the song: "Barbie Girl" by Aqua flashed up on the wall.
Alfred/Amelia cringed. "Can we pause this for a minute?" Alfred/Amelia asked.
Arthur walked over to the machine and hit the pause button. "What's the matter?" he asked.
Alfred/Amelia looked at Liechtenstein. "This isn't a duet we can do. The other half of this duet, René Dif, is a bass or baritone or whatever," Alfred/Amelia said. "Um, who's going to be 'Ken'? I'm pretty sure neither of us can sing his low notes. Even as my original gender, I would have struggled with those notes."
All the other nations murmured in agreement. Elizabeta shrugged. "Because Liechtenstein is a sweetheart, how about we make an exception then? We'll draw a name out of the hat, and the nation whose name is drawn will sing those parts," she suggested, holding it out to Liechtenstein. "Chances are very good the nation will be male."
The younger nation reached in and pulled out a slip. "China," she read.
"Aiya! I don't know if I can hit those notes either, aru," Yao said.
"Sure you can Yao-gege! I've heard you sing before," Yong Soo said.
Yao glared at him for spoiling his excuse.
"Well, get up there," Elizabeta said.
Yao sighed and stepped up on stage, moving closer to Alfred/Amelia to share her mike because Switzerland was giving him a look that said, "Go near Liechtenstein, and I'll rip your head off."
Arthur pushed play and the nations started singing. Yao managed to hit every low note. He even got into the dancing that the two girls decided to do with the song.
Switzerland kept telling all the male nations to stop staring and whistling. When yelling proved fruitless, he started asking that the song be stopped. "It's an indecent song for my sister to sing," he protested.
"So you'd rather her take the penalty for not finishing?" Elizabeta asked. Several nations chuckled behind her.
"No! Just give her a different song to sing," he contended.
"You can brush my hair / Undress me everywhere / Imagin~ation / Life is your creation," Liechtenstein and Alfred/Amelia sang.
"Come on Barbie / Let's go party!" France shouted, jumping up on the stage and pushing China out of the way. The poor Asian nation when flying into Japan, Australia, and Hong Kong.
"Ahhhh! What are you doing?" Liechtenstein shrieked as France grabbed her and Alfred/Amelia around their waists.
"The can-can . . . I think," France slurred. It became obvious to everyone that the "coffee" he'd been guzzling earlier was actually wine.
Switzerland pulled out a handgun. "Move away from her right now unless you want a new hole in your head, you wine bastard," he threatened.
"Amérique save me!" France said, turning to grab onto her as Alfred/Amelia easily stepped aside to avoid him. Unfortunately, for all involved, she hadn't noticed that Liechtenstein had moved behind her for protection. France lost his balance and tumbled onto the tiny nation. He fell face-first into the flower petals on the top part of her fairy princess costume.
"That's it, France! You're dead!" Switzerland yelled.
France didn't waste any time running away as he exited the stage.
"Please no killing in my house!" Arthur protested.
Alfred/Amelia stepped off the stage and debated chasing after them and getting in between the irate nation and the drunken fool.
"Don't panic," she heard Austria say as he walked up to them. "That's just an air-soft gun. He wasn't allowed to bring any weapons through your airport's security, but it was driving him crazy not to have something. He bought it this morning. It can't kill—" They watched Switzerland fire off the pistol, and France run for his life.
"Yeaaaghh!" France yelled as one of the air-soft pistol's pellets made contact.
Austria flinched. "But getting hit by those pellets hurts a lot and will most likely leave a bruise," he continued.
"Well in that case, I'll just let him run out of ammunition," Arthur said, smiling and folding his arms.
"Angleterre, stop him!" Francis yelled as he ran past the three nations.
Arthur tapped his chin as if he was considering it. "No, I don't think I will," he shouted back. "But, Switzerland, please don't break anything."
Switzerland nodded and continued to chase the French nation.
"Angleterre, you jerk!" Francis hollered. "I shall get my revenge! Yeaaaagghh! Oh that smarts!"
Alfred/Amelia and Liechtenstein's song ended, and the karaoke machine flashed a 70 on the wall.
"Does this mean we have to do a penalty?" Liechtenstein asked, looking worried.
Elizabeta shook her head. "You got that score because France interrupted you," she said. "It's not your fault."
"Interrupted or not, they could have kept singing instead of watching Switzerland chase France around the room . . . ~nya, " Lovino said, blushing as Antonio giggled. "It's not fair . . . ~nya."
"How about, in the name of justice, I take the penalty for both of us?" Alfred/Amelia suggested.
"Now Amelia, I don't think you need—" Arthur started to protest.
France ran by the group again.
Switzerland stopped in front of them and tossed away another empty clip. He turned to Liechtenstein. "I'm almost done here, Lili," he said. "Say good-night to everyone." Then he scanned the room for France.
"Stop clinging to me!" Gilbert shouted. "I may be your freund, but I don't vant to get shot at either."
Switzerland headed over to where the Bad Friends Trio had gathered.
"It's okay Artie; I can handle it!" Alfred/Amelia flashed him a thumbs-up. "I'm a hero, after all."
Arthur looked at Elizabeta who only shrugged and held out the hat to both Liechtenstein and Alfred/Amelia.
Liechtenstein unfolded her paper. "I got Lithuania," she said.
Phew. I'm saved, Alfred/Amelia thought as she unfolded her paper. Even though she said she could handle it, she wasn't 100% sure her new body could handle everything that came her way.
Switzerland walked over to Liechtenstein. "Ready to go? Those other two got in the way, and I ended up using all my ammunition trying to get them to move," he said. Liechtenstein nodded, and the siblings left the ballroom.
"No! I don't want to go to bed!" Sealand protested as Sweden carried him out of the room.
"Liechtenstein is going to bed, and she's older than you," Finland said. "Stop being so childish."
"It's not fair!" Sealand wailed. "Can't I stay up just a little longer?"
"L'st'n t' y'r m'ther," Sweden said as they exited the room.
"Berwald! I keep telling you that I'm not Mama Bear! This is just a costume," Finland protested as they walked out the door.
Alfred/Amelia glanced down at her slip of paper. She felt as if the paper was smirking at her.
"Who did you get?" Elizabeta asked.
Try as hard as she could, Alfred/Amelia couldn't bring herself to vocalize her doom. She handed the paper to the other nation who silently read it.
"Oh dear," Elizabeta said.
"~Nya! Who is it already? !" Romano asked as he snatched the paper away from her. He opened it up. "Prussia!" he read. ". . . ~Nya."
"Yeesssss!" Gilbert said, walking over to the group. "I vas hoping it vas me."
"We're buddies, right?" Alfred/Amelia said.
"Of course ve are," he said. "Kesesese." Gilbert wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I von't get you back too hard for threatening me earlier," he whispered to her.
Alfred/Amelia felt a little faint, but shrugged off her "buddy's" arm instead. "Well, that doesn't matter, bring it on!" she stated, laughing as loudly as her new body would allow.
Arthur face-palmed.
"Okay," Lithuania said. "T-t-truth or D-d-dare?"
"Dare!"
"All right. I dare you to . . . d-d-dance in front of everyone . . . um . . . b-b-by yourself this time," he challenged.
"Hey, I vanted to go first!" Gilbert shouted.
"Fine . . . go then," Alfred/Amelia said.
"Truth or—"
"Dare!" she interrupted before Gilbert could finish.
He smirked. "I dare you to drink all the alcohol left-over in everyone's glasses from the last game," he said. France and Spain laughed and started pouring all the drinks into Germany's used beer mug‡.
"That's disgusting and completely unsanitary," Austria protested.
"I also have a problem with this," Arthur said. "She can't handle that much alcohol, especially since she's already had some tonight."
"I'm not Sealand, Artie! It's all right; I'll do it," Alfred/Amelia said as she watched the Bad Friends Trio finished emptying everyone's glasses of the wine, beer, whiskey, vodka, brandy, absinthe, champagne and other alcohol they had left in them into the mug. Good thing I can really hold my liquor, she thought.
France handed the mug to Gilbert who then handed it to her. "Here you go, America," he said.
Alfred/Amelia brought the mug to her lips, then quickly jerked it away. "Gah! It smells funky!" she said.
"You have to drink it," Gilbert insisted.
"This isn't a fair dare!" Arthur protested. "It's too harsh for something that wasn't her fault to begin with."
I can't believe it, even after all these years, he still thinks of me as a little kid who needs him to fight for me, Alfred/Amelia thought as she brought the beer mug to her lips and tried not to think that, in a way, she was indirectly kissing almost everyone in the room. It tasted almost as foul as it smelled. Only one way to get this over with quickly, she thought. She held her breath and started gulping down the mixture as fast as she could.
Arthur reached over and took the mug out of her hand. "You git! Don't you know that this much alcohol is bad for you? !" he said. "Change to a 'Truth' already."
"S'not that bad, Artie . . . now gives it back. I need to do thish Dare," she slurred. My head feels funny, she mused.
"No, I'm not giving it back!" Arthur stated.
"Artie~, give it!" Alfred/Amelia said. She leaned forward and grabbed at the mug, trying to take it back from him.
Arthur put the mug to his lips and chugged down the rest of its contents. "I shaid no!" Arthur repeated as he wiped his mouth.
"Y'ruined my Dare!" Alfred/Amelia said. "Now I hafta shtart all overs!"
Gilbert laughed loudly. "I'm actually fine vith how this turned out," he said, smirking.
"Yeaahhh. Sho there America! Now lemme drink the rest o' thish," Arthur said, sipping an already-empty mug, then cradling it in his hands as he sat down in a chair.
"Fine then, fer the dancin', I'll add a little exshtra to make up the diff," she said, walking over to the karaoke machine, typing in a song, and grabbing a mike. Before anyone could stop her, Alfred/Amelia staggered over to the nearest empty table and climbed up on it as the music started.
"I am confident, but I shtill have my momentsh / Baby, that's jusht meeee," she sang. "I'm not a shupermodel, I shtill eat McDonald's / Baaaaby, that's jusht meeee."
"What is this? America's theme song?" Hong Kong commented as Alfred/Amelia started shaking her hips to "La La Land". The rose-petal fringe started shimmying and exaggerating every move she made. Arthur's eyes grew wide, and several of the male nations in the room mirrored his expression.
Man, I feel great! Alfred/Amelia thought as she whirled around on the table.
"I don't get it," Gilbert said, smirking. "Ve've been drinking before but I've never seen America get like this. He usually can drink me under the table before he even starts acting the tiniest bit drunk. Not that I mind . . . I like vhat I see."
"It's because her body is smaller," Germany stated, rubbing his chin. "That's the only vay to explain it."
"Who sed I can't wore my Canverse with my dressh? / Well Baaaaby, that's jusht meeee!" With this line, Alfred/Amelia closed her eyes and violently kicked off her heels, and they went flying.
"Maple~!" Matthew cried out as one heel hit him squarely in the face, and the force of the impact knocked him over. He lay flat on the floor, completely unconscious. Unfortunately, Alfred/Amelia didn't notice what happened.
"Noooo! Mon chéri Canada!" France cried, rushing over to the fallen nation. "I shall avenge you as well!"
Seychelles barely ducked in time to avoid the other shoe, which then hit Russia in the chest as he was coming out of the men's restroom.
He laughed at the impact. "That tickled. This is a gift, da?" he asked Alfred/Amelia as he picked up the shoe and walked over to where she was singing.
In your dreams, she thought as she smiled, winked, and stepped off the table. "Well, shome may shay I nee' to be afraid / Of losin' everythin'," Alfred/Amelia sang, not missing a beat in the song as she grabbed shoe away from Russia.
"'Cause of where I had my shtart / and where I made my naaaaame~!" she continued as she walked past each of the male nations. She leaned up against Australia, then whirled around before he could react. She continued her song as she staggered over to where China and some of the others, including Arthur, were sitting.
"Tell me, do y'feel the way I feel?" Alfred/Amelia sang directly to Yao as she walked her fingers up his chest.
"Aiyaa! What are you doing?" Yao said as he crimsoned.
Alfred/Amelia continued onto Hong Kong, running her hands through his hair before moving on. She threw her arm around Kiku's neck and smooched him on the cheek.
"Alfred-kun, stop! Everyone is watching!" he protested.
Alfred/Amelia laughed and moved away from him while continuing the song. She whirled around and sat on the lap of the nation sitting next to Kiku as she belted out the last part of the song. "I won't change anything in my liiiife / I'm shtaying myself toniiiight!" she sang. She looked to see whose lap she'd sat on and found herself face-to-face with Arthur. "Artie!" she said as the song finished up its last few notes.
"Havin' fun?" he asked.
Alfred/Amelia quickly stood up. She already was feeling warm from dancing but now her face felt like a it was 1,000 degrees hotter. "Oh man, my head—" she managed to say before everything went black just as the last note from the song chimed out.
Arthur debated whether or not to stop Alfred/Amelia from making a fool of herself in front of everyone the moment that she hopped up on the table, but as soon as she started dancing, many of the male nations crowded around the table she was on, so they could get a better view of the "show". Arthur decided he was feeling too drunk to have the energy to push past them, so he stayed seated at the table he had sat down at.
The Asian nations joined him at his table. He glared at them. You don't fool me, he scolded them silently. Trying to make it look like you aren't interested in watching her dance when you bloody can't take your eyes off her. Arthur wasn't sure what made him feel more irritated: that they were staring or that he was feeling jealous.
"Let 'er make an arsh of hershelf. I dun care," he said quietly to himself, refusing to admit he secretly was enjoying her "little display", that is, except for the part when she knocked her brother out with her shoe. That damn strength of hers truly is terrifying, he thought.
What is she thinking doing that? he wondered when she came down from the table while serenading all the men in the room. Can't she see the glares of the female nations present? Arthur noticed that Hungary had already dragged Austria away from the others.
Alfred/Amelia wrapped her arms around Kiku and kissed him on the cheek as he protested the affection. Taiwan looked like she was ready to kill Alfred/Amelia right then and there.
Suddenly Alfred/Amelia sat in Arthur's lap as she finished up the song. Does she even realize what she's doing or where she's sitting? he wondered as he felt his entire body grow warm and his heart thunder in his ears. Why couldn't I get America this drunk all those years ago?
"I won't change anything in my liiiife / I'm shtaying myself toniiiight!" Alfred/Amelia belted out. When she turned to face him, her expression told him she'd had no idea whose lap she'd sat on. "Artie!" she chirped as the song finished up its last few notes.
"Havin' fun?" Arthur asked, trying to keep his cool. His head still felt too fogged up to really scold her.
She quickly stood up, her face turning as red as her dress. "Oh man, my head—" she managed to say before she passed out and headed for the floor as the last note of the song rang out.
Bugger! Arthur thought as he jumped up and caught her. All of the nations started laughing.
"That vas a close one," Prussia said. "Vant me to take over for you?" He smirked and, to Arthur, he looked like a fox asking if he could watch the hen-house.
"Shod off, Prussia! She's mine!" he heard himself say.
Several nations laughed and hooted at this statement.
"Wow, what a confession!" Elizabeta said.
"No I didn't mean . . ." Arthur said, feeling his face grow hotter as he shifted Alfred/Amelia in his arms so he wouldn't drop her. He'd caught her at an awkward angle, and while she was lighter than she'd been as a guy, she was significantly heavier unconscious than conscious. "Don't just shtand there! Help me!" he asked, feeling flustered as he struggled to keep them both upright.
All he got in response was some more chuckling and cat-calls.
"Heh heh heh, for myself and for Canada: la vengeance!" Arthur heard France say from behind him as France started to do something that felt to Arthur like fondling in the area near his waist.
"Hey wanker, whet tha bloody hell are you doing? !" Arthur demanded, glancing over his shoulder and shifting to keep from dropping Alfred/Amelia. "What are you doing with those? !"
France got a look on his face that Arthur knew meant trouble for anyone on the receiving end of whatever France was trying to do.
"Cccllliiiccckkk! Cccllliiiccckkk!"
Arthur looked down to see what the French idiot had done. "Bollocks."
A/N
Meh heh heh. I hope that was fun to read. It certainly was fun to write as I listened to each song and blocked out the action around them as best as I could.
Viola! is a magic word used to reveal or produce something and translates as "Behold" or "There it is!". As for the "magic words" following Viola, "Owa Tagu Siam", read it slowly (and aloud if you didn't get it reading silently). Magicians use these words to add humor and lighten the mood of the room.
*According the Hetalia archives, St. George's Day, or April 23, has been proposed as England's birthday.
‡Just to give you an idea how much America had to drink, a beer mug usually is about 16 ounces (although some have been known to be more, anywhere between 18-22 ounces).
Translations:
Uri nara mansae = Hooray for our land/nation! (yup it's another canon catchphrase ^_^)
hyung (형 in Korean script) = literally translated it means "older/elder brother", but it's usually used to refer to older male relatives (eg: cousins; China and Korea are about the same age) or close friends (which is what Korea wants to be with China; sadly, it seems it's all one-sided, poor guy).
gege = Big/older brother (in Chinese)
mi amigo = my friend
barriguita = tummy. (This is the way a child would say it.)
Mon ami = my friend
¿Repita por favor? = Please repeat (that)?
mi pequeño tomate = my little tomato (new pet name for a blushing Lovino ^_^)
Amérique = America
Angleterre = England
freund = friend
Mon chéri = my darling (or dear)
Che Diavolo = What the hell!
Bugger = similar way to say "Bollocks". It's like saying "Oh Crap!"
La vengeance! =Vengeance!
The duets/solos and songs were actually chosen randomly using actual slips of paper (I had all the nations written on one slip, which I drew out twice, then I found the top 10 karaoke songs for solos and duets and drew those out at random for the nations who got "selected"). I thought the results were quite amusing. I only included the ones I thought were the funniest in the chapter . . . and, of course, the UK X US one, but the whole list is here in the order I mentioned them:
Hong Kong - "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor
Canada - "Invisible" by Clay Aiken
Germany - "You Drive me Crazy" by Britney Spears
Elizabeta's suggested song for Germany: "Satellite" by Lena Meyer-Landrut (who was the 2010 winner of Eurovision)
Belarus – "Obsessed" by BoA (not a top 10 karaoke song, but after I drew "Every Breath You Take" by Sting & The Police, my wonderful Beta Reader suggested I use "Obsessed" b/c it's practically Belarus's theme song; this song is sung BoA, a wonderful and amazing Korean pop singer. I love her music! . . .and so does Korea. He was just telling me how he had been the one who encouraged BoA to take up a singing career.)
Romano - "Baby Got Back" by Sir MixAlot
Sealand & Seychelles - "Islands in the Stream" by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton
UK & US - "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John and Kiki Dee or by Glee cast members, Lea Michele & Cory Monteith—Both versions have amazing performers (although I personally like the Glee version better, mostly b/c I love Lea Michele's voice). The timing in the fic works for both pairs of performers.
US & Liechtenstein - "Barbie Girl" by Aqua
US - "La La Land" by Demi Lovato (okay, this isn't a karaoke but it really feels like fem!America's theme song to me ^_^)
I've included pics that the costumes in this fic are based on and the song-list from the karaoke are all available (via hyperlinks) on my profile. Check it out!BTW I've included a link in my profile page to a play-list on youtube of all the ones used in the chapter (except Hong Kong's since it was off-stage). I selected the Vevo or studio-released versions b/c youtube won't disable those videos. I'm sorry about the video ads that come with those, but I picked quality over no ads. Also, I put the Glee version of "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" first and the Elton John/Kiki Dee version second. You can pick which version you want to listen to and skip over the other one. I also included, at the end of the list, "Satellite" and a Gilbert & Sullivan version of "Baby Got Back" (trust me, it's hilarious) just for fun.
FYI I've listed "Satellite" in the order I mentioned it, but I put it 2nd to last in the youtube playlist b/c if you decide to listen to these songs while reading, I don't want you to have an interruption of the songs actually sang by the characters. Please take the time to listen to it, though, while thinking of Germany X Italy, and you'll see why Elizabeta thought this song was perfect for Ludwig to sing to Feliciano.
Ludwig: "Ahem . . ."
Me: *jumps* "Oh hey Ludwig. What's up?"
Ludwig: "I really had nothing to do vith that song . . ."
Me: *raises eyebrow* " . . ."
Ludwig: "It's true. I don't even know John or Julie."
Me: "Uh-huh. So how come you referred to them by their first names just now?"
Ludwig: "Oops. . . I meant, Herr Gordon and Fraulein Frost."
Me: "Ludwig."
Ludwig: *swallows hard* "Ja? (squeaking slightly)"
Me: "Elbert Hubbard said, 'Never explain. Your friends don't need it, and your enemies won't believe it anyway.'"
Ludwig: "Well then—"
Me: *interrupts* ". . . and your fans will tease you regardless."
Ludwig: *face-palms* ". . ."
Me: "That last part is by me. I'm not quoting anyone."
Ludwig: " . . . J-j-ja, I gathered as much . . ."
Me: *evil fangirl chuckle*
The rest of the karaoke list not used:
Finland - "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper
Poland - "Like A Virgin" by Madonna
N. Italy & France - "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred (this song is normally sang as a solo, but it accidentally got mixed up with the songs I was drawing out for duets, and I decided to just go for it).
Japan & Taiwan - "Endless Love" by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross
Austria & Hungary - "I Had the Time of My Life" by Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes.
Finally, I'll be writing a GerXfem!Italy Gakuen Hetalia AU Gender-bend (wow what a mixed up format huh?) fic in the near future. I've created a sorta-Role Play style forum to help out with things like voting for Student Council, helping out with names of nations who haven't received human names from Himaruya yet. This forum (via hyperlinks or a forum button) is available on my profile. Come play with me?