Guess what? This isn't the last one! No, that's coming after the next one! Because this is a TWO-shot, yo!

And a very SPECIAL two-shot, too…see, there's eight songs in this, and I want you to name them all! Rules at the bottom, but I'll make sure you know which ones are songs! Okay? Anyway.

Title: Dr. Catfish's Sing-Along Twoshot (Part 1)

Pairings: REAL USUK this time! And CanadaxUkraine, RomanoxLiechtenstein, and hinted at past!EnglandxRomano…or is it EnglandxLiechtenstein? I'll never tell. It's up to you.

Rating: T

Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, and…is Music a genre? I don't think it is…but it is now…

Dedications: You know, I don't think anyone actually reviewed each other…maybe ONE person. So no dedications this time, except to the people who wrote the songs featured.

Inspiration: It started off with Evita, and then an episode of Family Guy…yeah, we'll go with that.

Warnings: Lots of songs ahead. I doubt you'll know them all. If you do, you're awesome and your iPod mirrors mine.

Summary: Alfred's gone! Where did he go? There's just this cryptic note that is weirdly rhyming…leave it to Arthur to take it the wrong way and start on his Weber collection…

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the songs featured below. They will be listed in the next part.

Key: "Talking"/actions

Emphasis/thoughts/letters/foreign words

"Singing"/songs

Okay! Eight songs! See if you can tell me what they all are! And their artists, if you're really good. (Name of the musical if it's from one.) And if you're really really good, the movie reference at the very end. But I doubt you'll get everything.

Note: some lyrics are slightly changed for context.

Begin~

"So what happens now? So what happens now?" Arthur sniffed and took another gulp of his drink. "Don't ask anymore!" And then he started crying again.

"Fuck, this is serious!" hissed Arthur's friend, Matthew, to his girlfriend, Katyusha. "He's doing Andrew Lloyd Weber!"

"Is that bad?" she asked.

"Yes!" He glanced over at Arthur. "We're safe so far, he's still doing Evita, but if he starts on Phantom, it's a lost cause."

"What do we do?" asked Katyusha frantically.

Matthew shook his head. "I don't know! The only other time he did this was when he found out about Lovino and Lilli, but then Al got back from camp and started making him do stuff* to get his mind off of it. But neither of us are that forceful…"

Meanwhile, Arthur was still warbling, but at he sound of Alfred's name, he turned quickly and seethed, "Don't you dare mention him, you…you…" He burst into tears. "Why did he leave?" he sobbed .Matthew awkwardly patted his back.

"There, there…" He mouthed, "Help me!" to Katyusha. She gave hi ma helpless look. He sighed, and mouthed, "He'll only stop for his music. Sing or something."

"U-Um…J-Just a small town girl…" she began loudly. Matthew smiled reassuringly at her. "L-…Livin' in a lonely world! She took the midnight train goin' a-ny-where!"

"Just a city boy!" sang Matthew. "Born and raised in south Detroit! He took the midnight train goin' a-ny-where!"

Arthur sniffled, and, without bothering to wait for the proper time, started on the next section. "A singer in a smoky room…a smell of wine and cheap perfume…for a smile they can share the night—"

"It goes on and on and on and on~" finished Matthew and Katyusha. The bartender, who had been paying attention from the beginning, turned on the stereo and fast-forwarded to that point in the song. Everyone present started to sing along.

"That was great!" whispered Matthew. "How did you—"

"Everyone loves Journey, even Arthur."**

Alfred, in case you've been wondering, was trying to find himself. He'd had an epiphany, you see, that he could get more out of himself, but he'd wanted to know how. So he'd hopped onto his motorcycle with $200 in his pocket in cash, and rode all the way to Virginia, leaving only a note.

So if you care to find me, look to the eastern sky. As someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly. And, if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free! To those who ground me, take a message back from me: Tell them how I'm defying gravity. I'm flying high, defying gravity, and soon I'll match them in renown.

Not the most original, but he hadn't really had time to think of anything better.

See, he'd wanted to join the Air Force, to explain the whole "defying gravity" thing. Because he'd be flying? And Virginia was east of Ohio, right? Right.

However, it had been a week, and he was starting to have second thoughts. Sure, the Air Force was awesome and all, but it was also a lot of work. Plus, he…well, he missed Ohio. All of his friends and family were there. Arthur was there. Arthur, who was probably going through his Weber collection (seeing as it had been a week and he would've finished with the Beatles and the Who and all of his other British classic rock by now). Poor Arthur, who was most likely taking that "those who ground me" thing all wrong…

No. Don't think about it. It doesn't matter. "Nothing really matters…" he muttered to himself. "Anyone can see. Nothing really matters…" He sighed. "Nothing really matters to me~"

Ugh. What a lie.

"Is he still on Andrew Lloyd Weber?" asked Katyusha over the phone.

Matthew sighed. "No. Worse."

"What could be worse? I thought you said…"

"Just listen." He held the phone out to the crack of Arthur's bedroom door.

Arthur was inside, hugging a picture of Alfred to his chest and sobbing along with one of the most famous songs of all time.

"Never gonna give you up! Never gonna let! you! down~ Never gonna run around and desert you!" He blew his nose loudly and quickly. "Never gonna make you cry! Never gonna say~ goodbye~ Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!"***

Matthew brought the phone back to his ear. "He's been doing that all day. I've memorized the song by now because he's so loud I can hear him from the kitchen."

Katyusha grimaced. "That is bad."

"Please tell me you have good news," begged Matthew. "Please tell me you've found him."

You see, Katyusha had volunteered to go look for Alfred. She and Matthew deciphered his note, and she'd headed off to Virginia to find him.

"Not quite, but I found a motel where he stayed, and the guy at the desk said he'd mentioned going to Richmond—"

"Thank you, Kat. I'll tell Arthur."

"B-But remember, Matthew, I might not find him. Que sera sera, you know? Whatever will be will be."

"The future's not ours to see…que sera sera."

"Hey! When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my sweetheart, 'What lies ahead?'" shouted Arthur from his room. "'Will there be rainbows day after day?' Here's what that fucker said!"

"Que sera sera! Whatever will be will be!" yelled Matthew in retaliation. "The future's not ours to see! Que sera sera!" he repeated.

"That won't bring Alfred back!"

Matthew sighed into the phone. "I'll call you back."

"Excuse me, but have you seen this man? His name is Alfred Jones." Katyusha showed the hotel receptionist Alfred's picture.

The receptionist grinned. "Show me your tits and we'll see."

"Hey! You can't talk to her like that!"

Katyusha spun around. "Alfred!" she cried in relief. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" She paused. "And thanks for saving me and all that."

Alfred laughed. "Well, everyone's a hero in their own way! Everyone's got something they can do."

"Yes, everyone's a hero in their own way," agreed Katyusha. "Like you and you and—"

"Mostly me!" added Alfred cheekily.

"And you." She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"So, how'd you find me, anyway?" he asked.

"It wasn't easy. Alfred, you have to come home! Arthur's distraught!"

"H-He is?" Katyusha nodded. "Ah, he took my note all wrong, didn't he?"

"Yeah. And you left Metyu to deal with him."

"Is he on Weber yet?"

"It's worse. Rick Astley."

Alfred flinched. "Fine. I'll come home…not like the Air Force wasn't working out, but…"

Katyusha smiled. "Thank goodness."

"You found him?" exclaimed Matthew. "That's fantastic! I'll tell Arthur now!' He ran to Arthur's room. "Arthur, I just got off the phone with—Arthur?"

The room was empty.

"Kat, uh, Arthur's missing…"

Suddenly, he saw the note. "What's this? It says… 'I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave, 'cause your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone.'"

"That sounds like a suicide note..." murmured Katyusha.

"Wait, there's more. 'These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase.'" He swallowed. "Alfred knows this song. By the time you find him, and tell him, it'll already be too late for him to come back.' What can that mean?"

"Nothing good, Metyu. Nothing good."

Arthur had spent the entire day wandering around town, visiting all of his favourite places and reliving memories. Memories…now that he thought about it, most of them had Alfred in them, didn't they? He was a constant for Arthur's life.

But now, he was gone, and he was never coming back.

Finally, Arthur had made his way over to the bridge. It was over a river which flowed on the edge of town. The river's current wasn't very fast, and the bridge wasn't very high, at least above the water, but it would do.

He stood on the railing, preparing to jump.

"Stop!" Startled, Arthur turned his head. A man on a bicycle had come up. "Don't do this!"

"It's okay. I can fly!"

"…What?"

"I can FLY!" he shouted.

"Yes, you can fly!" yelled the other man confusedly.

"I CAN FLY!"

"YOU CAN FLY!"

Arthur jumped.

END PART 1

*Don't make me do stuff! Ha, I referenced this on my other account's story…

**False statement. My dad hates Journey.

***HAHA I JUST RICK-ROLLED ALL OF YOU. HAAAA.

AN: I know you all hate me. Oh, that reminds me, Death comes in the next one. ;) You know, a skeleton in a black cloak with a scythe and glowing eye sockets? Yeah, he shows up.

HAHAHA.

So remember, eight songs! I practically gave a few of them away. You should get at least one. Even the TITLE has something to do with one of them! The one sang by Kat and Alfred, actually…

Okay, enough hints. Remember: eight songs. Give me their names, possibly their artists. And if you can, the movie from the very end. (We watched it in Japanese class. That's the hint for that.)

And no cheating! Sauron is watching. He can see when people cheat on this, along with being able to see when the Ring is being used. Yeah. He's just that powerful.

Last note: Hi Lithuania! I know I didn't say your name again (like I didn't in my other fic that none of you have told me you've read—I know it's not PruHun, but there's USUK in it! And GerIta, and…well, RomanoxLiechtenstein, and FrancexSpain…anyway…) but I still love you, Lithuania! You're one of my favorite characters!

I can't wait to greet Death in the next one. I based him off of Pratchett's Death, from Discworld.

Thanks for reading~ I hope you enjoyed!