Okay, this chapter is going to be full of music… therefore we just want you to bear with us, alright. So, we don't own:
Hetalia
"Candyman" by Christina Aguilera
"German Sparkle Party" by The Something Experience
"American Made" by Christian Kane
"American Idiot" by Green Day
"Broken" by Seether (feat. Amy Lee)
"Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira
"Numb/Encore" by Linkin Park (feat. Jay-Z)
"Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park
"Fabulous" from Phineas and Ferb
"Hot 'N Cold" by Katy Perry
"Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of a Deadman
"Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani
"I Hate Everything About You" by Three Days Grace
"Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga
"Remember The Name" by Fort Minor
"Angel With A Shotgun" by The Cab
Or "Hot" by Avril Lavigne.
RAYNE'S POV
"I wanna go swimming!" I exclaimed, and then I slapped my hands over my mouth. I had no idea where that came from. Everyone looked at me, and shrugged, the next moment we were at the pool. I looked around and we were all in bathing suits. All the nations had swimsuits with their flag pattern. I went to the deep end, and dove off the diving board, trying to be a little bit of a show off. Let's just say that it worked.
As I was coming back up to the surface, I saw that the "Allies" were having a splashing war. Alfred was about to dunk Arthur underwater, when I noticed coloring on his back.
"Hold up!" I shouted, swimming quickly to his side, I shoved him into the shallows.
"Dude, cut it out, I can walk myself!" he was squirming, and my sisters noticed my struggle and began helping me.
"Dude! Epic back piece, Al," Micky grinned as she saw the tattoo. On Alfred's back, was a beautiful picture, it was the World Trade Center, crumbling to pieces on September eleventh, back in 2001. A cloud of black smoke was curling around the twin towers and in an ark around the top of the scene was the words "In God We Trust". It was so beautiful… I wanted to cry at the scene.
"Dad… it's beautiful," I murmured, tracing the buildings with my index finger. I then noticed something shiny on his stomach. No way... just as I had seen on Matthew, Alfred had a matching half a heart bellybutton ring to go with his brother's. They had half hearts... with their own flag pattern... I giggled, poking the two navel rings. Mattie sighed, causing me to look at the Canadian flag clad nation. I grinned, and he chuckled.
"What?" I blinked. He tugged at a strand of my hair, and it matched his curl perfectly. I froze.
"Looks like I've got a curl too…" I scrunched my nose. We swam and splashed around for a while longer, before Micky got bored.
"I'm bored… let's have a talent show!" Micky screamed.
"Dude, I'm up for it!" Alfred said.
"I don't see why not," Arthur amended.
"Sounds fun," Matthew agreed, and for once, people heard him. I smiled, because when he realized, he looked like he had won the lottery. After the other nations agreed, we were suddenly in an auditorium.
"Ok everyone, it was my little sunflower's idea, so, let's let everyone get ready, and enjoy the first act. The states, featuring the Italies!" Ivan called out. Both of the Italians blushed.
"Let's get changed," Micky grinned. We went into the dressing room, and there were sailor costumes. I flushed, not used to showing so much leg, and we changed into the leggy costumes, complete with high heels. When we looked in the mirror, our hair and makeup was done magically.
"Micky, are you sure about this?" I was uncomfortable.
"Absolutely," she grinned. I looked to Nina, who was also uncomfortable. My twin just shrugged. I sighed.
"Let's do this," Lilli grinned. We all left the dressing room, to see Lovino and Feliciano dressed in the same thing, heels and all.
"You bastards are making me wear a goddamned dress? The fuck is wrong with you?" Lovino shouted at Micky.
"We have to match fratello," Feliciano giggled, seeing that we were wearing the same thing.
"Let's do this," I mustered up some courage, and stumbled my way to the stage due to my mile high shoes.
(We don't own Christina Aguilera's "Candyman" But we do suggest that you listen to it at this time. And if you've seen the video, imagine characters dancing as such.)
"Like I said, here are the states, and the Italies, performing "Candyman" by Christina Aguilera!" Ivan called into a microphone while we all got into place. We stood in a "V", facing away from the audience. Feliciano, me, Micky, Lilli, Nina and Lovino. The lights went down, and then the stage lights went up.
The boys turned to face everyone.
Feliciano: Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine!
All the girls were shaking our hips in time to the music.
Micky and Lilli: Candyman, Candyman.
Lovino: Sippin' on a bottle of vodka double wine!
Me: (whispered) Sweet!
I turned around to face the audience, like the boys, and struck a pose.
Nina: (whispered) Sugar!
Nina turned and struck a mirror image of my pose
Lilli and Micky: (whispered) Candyman!
Micky and Lilli turned to the audience too, and struck mirror poses of each other.
Micky: Heeeey.
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night.
He really had me working up an appetite.
Micky sent a wink towards Ivan.
Me: He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
I waved at Matthew flirtatiously.
All four girls: He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet talkin', sugar coated candyman
Lilli: Oh yeah…
He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
Lilli smiled toward Vash.
Nina: We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
Me: A big surprise!
Nina: The gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline
Me: Oooh
Nina seemed to be eyeing a certain Spaniard, but, I couldn't tell with all the light.
All four: He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet talkin', sugar coated candyman
Me, Micky, Nina: Se bop bop bop a do be da be da bow
Heeey, yeah
Lilli: He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated candy man oh
A sweet talkin', sugar coated candyman
All: Whoa yeah
Micky:Well by now I'm getting all bothered and hot
Me: When he kissed me on the mouth he really hit the spot
Nina: He had lips like sugar cane
Lilli: Good things come to boys who wait
Feliciano: Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Lilli and Micky: Candy man, candy man.
Lovino: Sippin from a bottle of vodka double wine
Me and Nina: Candy man, candy man
We all did a series of taps, turns, and kicks to the music, and the audience (all the other nations) were looking at us in awe.
Micky: (whispered) Sweet, sugar, candy man
Lilli: He's a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop
Nina: (whispered) Sweet, sugar, candy man
Me: He's a one stop, got me hot, making my uh pop
Lilli: (whispered) Sweet, sugar, candy man
Micky: He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop
Me: (whispered) Sweet, sugar
Lilli: He got those lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
Nina: He's a one stop shop with a real big UH
Spain blinked, and all the males in the audience flushed after this line in the song.
All: He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated candy man (x3)
Feliciano: Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Lovino: Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
Feliciano: Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Lovino: Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
Feliciano: Jane lost her grip and a down she fell
Lovino: Jane lost her grip and a down she fell
Feliciano: Squared herself away as she let out a yell
Lovino: Squared herself away as she let out a yell
After the chant, we all spun in our dresses and took a bow before walking offstage.
After we got off the stage, we went out into the audience, still in our stupid, skimpy costumes.
"Good job, Rayne," Mattie hugged me when I got to him.
"Thanks," I grinned, "who's next?" Just as the words left my mouth, Russia was back onstage.
"My sunflower did wonderful, da? Now, here's Roderich (Austria), Gilbert and Ludwig, dancing to "German Sparkle Party" by The Something Experience," he shouted. My eyes widened.
Onto the stage, stepped a trio of very under dressed Germans. Ludwig, Gilbert and Roderich were all in compression shorts, and covered in glitter, with big obnoxious sunglasses on.
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That's what it looked like, so watch that. I'm not good at writing dance moves.
After that was over… I was thoroughly glad, and Micky stood up. She got on the stage, somehow in a new leggy Texas flag inspired costume.
"It is time again for my little sunflower to sing!" Ivan smiled into the crowd.
We do not own "American Made" by Christian Kane. And just to clarify, Micky is the ONLY one on stage at this point in time. Other voices are coming from the audience
Micky: (spoken) C'mon… hahaha… yeah
Micky: Well down in Panama City
They perfected the art of the tan.
And those Oklahoma girls
They sure know why they call it "Heartland."
Well up in Seattle, boy they'll have you prayin' for rain
And those Tempe, Arizona womanly have you beggin' for shade
And from that Valley Girl talk to that Southern Belle drawl
Oh my God,
Hey, hey y'all
My girl, she's American Made
Me and Nina: Raised right here in the USA
Micky: Yeah my girl, she's American Made
Me and Nina: Hotter than an Independence July day
Micky: Ah she loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl, she's American Made.
Well there's a Tennessee girl who will always have a place in my heart. -That's right
And those Broadway beauties, they sure know how to play their parts.
Oooh, Louisiana ladies got a mojo that makes you wanna stay
Yeah, but there's a city full o9f angels, always waiting on me home in L.A.
Yeah, I can hang down in Texas, while them girls sing along
Living on Lonestar beer and Pat Green songs!
My girl, she's American Made
Me and Nina: Raised right here in the USA
Micky: Yeah my girl, she's American Made
Me and Nina: Hotter than an Independence July day
Micky: Ah she loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game
My girl, she's American Made.
Mmm, she loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game!
My girl, she's American Made
Yeah, my girl is American Ma-a-a-de, ooh
My girl
Me and Nina: Raised right here in the USA
Micky: Ooh getting knee deep in that Alabama red clay
My girl
Me and Nina: Raised right here in the USA
Micky: Oh and up in Indiana, man, rollin' in the hay
Me and Nina: Raised right here in the USA
Micky: And over in Hawaii you can find a good lei
Me and Nina: She's American Made
Raised right here in the USA
Lilli: (shouted) She's got a tattoo on her ass that says "USDA"
Me and Nina: Raised right here in the USA
Micky left the stage and was ambushed by Alfred.
"Do you really?" he was flustered and excited, and nearly jumping out of his skin.
"Do I what?" she was confused.
"Have a that tattoo?" he grinned, and she blushed, then Ivan came out of nowhere and pulled her close to him.
"You won't be doing any of the finding out," he smiled creepily, answering America, although, Micky was nodding rapidly. Alfred blushed.
"That's totally awesome!" he shouted.
"At least you were'nt with her when she got it," I muttered, and she laughed. Russia was getting really awkward with the situation, so he changed the topic.
"Ok, everyone, it's time for Arthur and Matthew to come up here and sing about America!" Ivan called, announcing the show again.
I watched in awe as I saw Mattie, and Arthur dressed in leather, and skinny jeans, with piercing and nails painted black. I bit my lip… If I had a weakness, it was punk rockers… and with Mattie up there, looking like a rock and roll superstar, my knees were turning to jelly. Arthur had his guitar, and played lead, while Mattie sang.
"So, I thought that this might get you all to notice me," Matthew announced before Arthur began the intro on his guitar.
We don't own Green Day's "American Idiot", but we suggest you listen to it.
Matthew: Don't wanna be an American idiot!
Alfred looked offended, but everyone else in the room giggled a little bit.
Matthew: Don't want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sounds of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America!
Matthew and Arthur: Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't mean to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue
Arthur was riffing his guitar.
Matthew: Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.
Matthew and Arthur: Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't mean to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue
Arthur had a badass guitar solo, and Matthew got everyone cheering.
Matthew: Don't wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America!
Matthew and Arthur: Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't mean to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue.
Arthur had one last guitar solo before the song ended; they both bowed, and came back into the audience, where I was having a hard time keeping my hands off Matthew. I bit my lip and tried to focus on the talent show.
MICKY POV
I was sitting in the audience beside Nina, after the performance of "American Idiot" watching, amused as Rayne squirmed and had trouble not mauling Matthew. She'd never admit it, but she absolutely adores punk rockers. My eye candy of a Russian was back on stage to announce the next act.
"I'd like to introduce: Toris (Lithuania) and Feliks (Poland) singing "Broken" by Seether, featuring Amy Lee!"
We don't own Seether, Amy Lee or "Broken" but we recommend that you listen to it at this point in the chapter.
Toris: I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well.
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
Both: 'Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
Toris: You've gone away, you don't feel me here anymore.
Feliks: The worst is over now, and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.
Both: 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken, when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
Toris: You've gone away
You don't feel me here anymore.
I was moved to tears by the performance, much like everyone else in the room. Rayne was in Mattie's arms, I was about to wrap my arm around Nina, but she was no longer beside me.
"Up next, we have Nina, performing "Hips Don't Lie"," Ivan called out. Nina stepped onstage, wearing a modest belly dancing top, and a floaty skirt. As soon as Antonio heard the music start, he jumped up on the stage.
We don't own Shakira, her hips, or proof that they don't lie. But, listening to "Hips Don't Lie" might be entertaining at this point in the talent show.
Antonio: Ladies up in here tonight
No fighting, no fighting
We got the refugees up in here
No fighting, no fighting
Nina grinned. The little twit had planned that! She wasn't even dating him yet, and Toni was already wrapped around her little finger.
Antonio: Shakira, Shakira
I never really knew that she could dance like this.
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, me casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakria
Nina: Oh baby when you talk like that,
You make a woman go mad
So be wise, and keep on
Reading the signs of my body.
And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Antonio: Hey girl, I can see your body moving
And it's driving me crazy
And I didn't have the slightest idea
Until I saw you dancing
And when you walk up on the dance floor
Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl
And everything so unexpected- the way you right and left it.
So you can keep on shaking it
I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira
Nina: Oh baby when you talk like that
You make a woman go mad
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body
And I'm on tonight
You know my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Don't you see baby asi es perfecto?
Oh I know I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
All the attraction, the tension
Don't you see baby, this is perfection
Shakira, Shakira
Oh boy, I can see your body mobing
Half animal, half man
I don't, don't really know what I'm doing
But you seem to have a plan
My will and self restraining
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I'm doing what I can, but I can't so you know
That's a bit too hard to explain
Antonio: Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia
Both: Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de dia
Antonio: I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man want to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
Shakira, Shakira
Nina: Oh baby when you talk like that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Reading the signs of my body
Antonio: Senorita, feel the conga, let me see you move like you come from Colombia
Nina did a really great job at belly dancing… I wondered absentmindedly if she'd ever taken lessons.
Nina: Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi, say it!
Antonio: Mira en Barranquilla se baila asi
Yeah
She's so sexy every man's fantasy a refugee like me back with the fugees from a third world country
I go back like when 'pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty
I need a whole club dizzy
Both: Why the CIA wanna watch us?
Antonio: Colombians and Haitians
I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction
No more do we snatch ropes
Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats
Nina: I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel you boy
Come on let's go, real slow
Baby, like this is perfecto
Oh, you know I'm on tonight and my hips don't lie
And I'm starting to feel it's right
The attraction, the tension
Baby, like this is perfection
Antonio: No fighting
Nina: No fighting.
Applause sounded throughout the room, and Spain decided to plant a kiss on Nina's lips. She flushed a dark red and he chuckled.
"Fusososososo, you look like una tomate!" he hugged her, as they were walking off the stage.
"Wow that was unexpected, da?" Ivan started, walking back on stage, "Well, seeing as how Alfred was upset with Matthew's last performance, they are now going to be performing together!"
We don't own Linkin Park, Jay-Z, Numb, or Encore, but feel free to listen to Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z "Numb/Encore" at this time.
Alfred: Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Now, can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Both: Now, what the hell are you waitin' for?
Alfred: After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Matthew: Get 'em Jay
Alfred: Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Cant none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out in the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand opening', grand closing'
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
Just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
With cheap imitations for these generations
Now, can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Both: Now what the hell are you waitin' for?
Alfred: After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Both: What the hell are you waitin' for?
Alfred: Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
To be at an all time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream 'til your lungs get sore
Matthew: I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more that I can take
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
I've become so tired
So much more aware
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
Is be more like me
And be less like you
I've become so numb
Alfred: Can I get an encore, do you want more? More, more, more?
Matthew: I've become so numb
Alfred: So for one last time, I need y'all to roar
One last time, I need y'all to roar
Ok, I have to admit that the North American brothers did pretty good.
"I'd like to be introducing to you Lilli and Vash singing "Bleed it Out!"," Ivan grinned to the audience. My older sister and Vash were standing on stage. Lilli had changed out of her former sailor costume, into a more personality fitting Linkin Park shirt, and a pair of trip pants to go with it. Surprisingly, Vash was on guitar, and he was starting the intro.
We don't own Linkin Park, or "Bleed it Out", but feel free to listen to it.
Vash: *plays guitar*
Lilli: Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is you can't stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares
Dug the trench out laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere
Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in.
Both: I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out
Lilli: Go stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun opera lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him he knows he works
Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in
Both: I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out
Vash: I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I've pulled myself so far
I'll make you, face, this, now
Both: I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out
Lilli: I bleed it out
I bleed it out
The duet took a bow, and everyone applauded, not expecting Lilli to have been able to rap that.
Ivan didn't return to the stage, now, Gilbert was standing on stage, to announce the next act.
"Kesesesesesesesesesese! The awesome me has been told to introduce the next act! I'm doing the introducing of Francis, Antonio and the awesome Me, will be singing for you now,"
We don't own "Fabulous", or Phineas and Ferb. Just letting y'all know.
Antonio: I don't need to tell ya what you already know
You're the one with style, you're the whole darn show
The other guys play their instruments fine
But next to you their looks are a crime.
Francis: Well, they say true beauty it comes from within
But you have to comfortable in your own skin
So I exfoliate with this exotic cream,
Just look at me, I look like a dream!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're the one, yes you're the star
We need you back on bass guitar
You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're the one we all can see, it's all about you
Francis: It's all about me!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Now, no two people are like each other
So don't be a look-a-like copying another
Unless of course you're copying me!
Because that gives you individuality!
Gilbert: Nice do! But back to the matter at hand
So what do you say?
Are you back in the band?
Francis: Well, maybe if I can find my old leather
Antonio: Dude, we're getting the band back together!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're the one who sets the bar
You're the hairdo king, the fashion tsar
You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're the one we all can see, it's all about you
Francis: It's all about me!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Antonio and Gilbert: You're fabulous
Francis: I'm fabulous!
Oh God… that was… well, that was something.
"Kesesesesesesesesesesese! You enjoyed our performance, yes? Kesesesesesese, well, now it's Italy Feliciano, singing a song by some chick!"
We don't own "Hot N Cold" or Katy Perry. Enjoy.
Feliciano stood on stage, still in his sailor dress, and he grabbed the mic in one hand.
"Um, before I start-a singing. I'd like to dedicate this to Doitsu!" Feliciano giggled as the German man blushed darkly.
This was bound to be entertaining.
Feliciano: You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
Yeah, you, PMS
Like a bitch
I would know
And you over think
Always speak
Critically
I should know
That you're no good for me.
At this point in the song, Lovino was growing redder in anger, at the thought of his brother being in a relationship with that potato bastard!
Feliciano: 'Cause you're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(You) You don't really wanna stay, no
(You) But you don't really wanna go-o
You're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
We used to be
Just like twins
Feliciano chuckled, at this point, probably remembering that his twin and he, were NEVER in synch.
Feliciano: So in sync
The same energy
Now's a dead battery
Used to laugh 'bout nothing
Now you're plain boring
I should know that you're not gonna change
'Cause you're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(You) You don't really wanna stay, no
(You) But you don't really wanna go-o
You're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
Feliciano was getting really into his number, dancing around, being dramatic, and really putting his emotions into the song. Ludwig, seemed to be uncomfortable, but he had a look of concentrated determination.
Feliciano: Someone call the doctor
Got a case of a love bi-polar
Stuck on a roller coaster
Can't get off this ride
You change your mind
Like a girl changes clothes
'Cause you're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
You're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down
You're wrong when it's right
It's black and it's white
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(You) You don't really wanna stay, no
(You) But you don't really wanna go-o
You're hot, then you're cold
You're yes, then you're no
You're in, then you're out
You're up, then you're down, down
Ludwig stood up, and got on stage with Feliciano. Everyone watched the pair curiously.
The tall German stood facing the smaller Italian.
"Feliciano, I'm sorry that I don't show my emotions as much as you would like. I tend to be very awkward around people. I just want you to know, ich liebe dich, Italien," Ludwig said to him, and then he leaned down and met Feliciano's lips with his own. I along with a majority of the females in the room reacted in the same way:
"Awwww!" all the women cooed.
"Aww, that was sweet, Germany," Feliciano cooed, and pecked the tall German on the cheek.
"That was AWESOME, but, not quite as awesome as me. My baby brother and his boyfriend are all happy go lucky again! Well, now Ivan is going to sing to you all," Gilbert teased.
We don't own Theory of a Deadman, or "Bad Girlfriend", feel free to listen to that though.
"I want to sing this to my pretty little sunflower queen," Ivan announced, standing on stage. I blushed darkly, I'd never been serenaded before…
Ivan: My girlfriend's a dick magnet
My girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots
Tip the man, he'll ring the bell
Get her drunk, she'll scream like hell
Dirty girl, getting' down, dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, actin' tough
Mess with her, she'll fuck you up
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned
But she's comin' back to my place tonight
I blushed, and laughed before singing along in the crowd, along with Rayne, Lilli, and Nina. This was pretty much a song to describe me as a girlfriend.
Ivan: She likes to shake her ass
She grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down
She's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows just how far she's gonna go
But I'm gonna find out later tonight
She likes to shake her ass
She grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down
She's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
Doesn't take her long to make things right
But does it make her wrong to
Have the time of her life? The time of her life
My girlfriend's a dick magnet
My girlfriend's gotta have it
She's a god digger now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger
Future's finished, there it went, savings gone
The money spent
I looka around and all I see is, no good, bad and ugly
Man she's hot and fixed to be
The future Ex-Miss Connolly
She likes to shake her ass
She grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair, when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down
She's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
She's a bad, bad girlfriend
I smirked, and looked around and got up, seeing all the other girls in the room doing so as well, it seems like it was about to be time for the female number. We all went into the dressing rooms to change. When we were done getting dressed, we were all in some variation of a little black dress.
"Now, here's the frauen for our entertainment, gentlemen," we heard the Prussian laugh before we got ready to go on stage.
We don't own Gwen Stefani, or her song "Hollaback Girl", but we do like it. And, before we get started
Michelle- Seychelles (unofficial)
Natalya- Belarus
Bella- Belgium (unofficial)
Elizabeta- Hungary
Lily- Liechtenstein (unofficial)
Lucy- Monaco (unofficial)
Mei Mei- Taiwan (unofficial)
Katyusha- Ukraine (unofficial)
Kim-Ly- Vietnam (unofficial)
Kaelin- Wy (unofficial)
We walked on stage, all in a line.
Me: Uh huh, this is my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this
Nina: A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Rayne: A few times I've been around that track
So it's just not gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Bella: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Elizabeta: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Lilli: I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
Lucy: People here you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Mei Mei: Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up
Lily: A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Kaelin: A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Kim-Ly: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Michelle: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit.
Natalya: so that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student teachers
Katyusha: Both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one
So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
All: Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust.
States and Wy: A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Nations: A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Katyusha and Natalya: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Bella and Elizabeta: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Mei Mei and Kim-Ly: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Lucy and Michelle: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Lilli and Me: Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Lily: This shit is bananas
Kaelin: B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Rayne and Nina: Again
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Lily: This shit is bananas
Kaelin: B-A-N-A-N-A-S
All: A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
Me: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Lilli: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Nina: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Rayne: Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
We sent winks into the audience before strutting offstage to the delicious sounds of the boys applauding us.
"That was amazing!" Mei Mei grinned when we were offstage
"I know!" Kim-Ly agreed with her sister, as the other nations nodded.
"I liked that," Kaelin smiled softly. She was a very artistic micro nation.
We all went out into the audience and sat in a row of seats, then Prussia was back on stage.
"Now, introducing Lukas, here to sing to Mathias! Kesesesesese," he laughed before walking aside.
We do not own "I Hate Everything About You" By Three Days Grace (btw these things are getting old)
Lukas: Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet.
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
Lukas was remaining quite pokerfaced throughout his performance…
Lukas: All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you.
Why do I love you?
Only when I stop to think about you,
I know
Only when you stop to think about me,
Do you know?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
He stopped, and he looked into the audience, most likely staring into Mathias' soul.
"Why do I love you? You asked," he said, "I don't know Mathias. I have no answer other than that I love you. And I love you very much."
He gave only a nod before walking off stage in a puff of smoke.
"Now, I will be doing the introducing of my little sister. Natalya… she will be singing for us," Ivan was back doing the announcing once more, and as the Belarusian girl walked on the stage, the Russian ran off in the opposite direction.
We do not own "Paparazzi" or Lady Gaga.
Natalya: We are the crowd
We're coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastic, oh
I started getting the feeling that she was singing to my Russian. I bit back a growl in the back of my throat.
Natalya: Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you lobe me
Papa paparazzi
I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah cause you're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Maybe it wasn't Ivan… but it still could be.
Natalya: Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is Cherry Pie
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine.
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa paparazzi
Real good, we're dancing in the studio
Snap, snap, to that shit on the radio
Don't stop, for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun
I'm you're biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mane
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa paparazzi
Natalya took a bow, and strutted off the stage with no further words.
"Well, Ivan is hiding right now, so the awesome me is back!" Gilbert started off.
"Now we have the Allies singing together! Like a boy band," he grinned and then he walked off.
We don't own "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor.
Alfred, Yao, Arthur, Francis and Ivan walked onstage and stood in a line.
Oh, Rayne was not going to like this…
"BULL SHIT!" Rayne shouted, standing up in the audience. She growled, and she stomped up onto the stage, dragging a bewildered Matthew in her wake of fury. She stood him up with the line, and grabbed Francis' mic, not wanting trouble with Ivan.
"Can I get another mic up here?" she hissed. Soon enough another microphone was brought out, and she sat it before Matthew.
"Dudette, what are you doing?" Alfred asked. She turned to him coldly.
"Canada is an Ally too," she said, then she walked off.
"And I thought Hawaii was warm… sheesh," Alfred sulked as the music started.
Matthew: You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that wanna know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon)
Alfred: This is ten percent luck
Yao: Twenty percent skill
Arthur: Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Francis: Five percent pleasure
Ivan: Fifty percent pain
Matthew: And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Alfred: He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Making the story- making sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's picking it up! Let's go!
Ivan: Who the hell is he anyway
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of an artist
Arthur: This is twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear
Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back and dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you had the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth , now everybody's giving him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard hw's fuckin' with S. Dot!
Alfred: This is ten percent luck
Yao: Twenty percent skill
Arthur: Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Francis: Five percent pleasure
Ivan: Fifty percent pain
Matthew: And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Francis: They call him Ryu, he's sick
And he's spitting fire
And Mike got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him Fort Minor with Tak
What a fuckin' nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type women he wants to be with and the rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now the record with Shindoa's taking over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You won't believe the kind o shit that comes out of this kid's throat.
Yao: Tak! He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Making his way to the top
He often bets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's living proof, got him rocking the booth
He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent
Matthew: Forget Mike- Nobody really know how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those mother fuckers he runs with,
The kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying
How did he do it?!
Alfred: This is ten percent luck
Yao: Twenty percent skill
Arthur: Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Francis: Five percent pleasure
Ivan: Fifty percent pain
Matthew: And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
Alfred: This is ten percent luck
Yao: Twenty percent skill
Arthur: Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Francis: Five percent pleasure
Ivan: Fifty percent pain
Matthew: And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
The six took a bow, and got a great applause before Gilbert walked back out onto the stage.
"Now, we have Little Lily, singing for us," he smiled. He was like an older brother to her as well as Vash.
We don't own "Angel With A Shotgun" by The Cab
Lily walked onto the stage, she'd changed into a white dress, with angel wings on it, and I guessed what song she was going to sing.
Lily: (spoken) I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
Lily: Get out your guns, battle's begun
Are you a saint or a sinner?
If love's a fight, then I shall die
With my heart on a trigger
They say "before you start a war,
You better know what you're fighting for."
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
Fighting 'til the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.
Sometimes to win, you've got to sin,
Don't mean I'm not a believer
And Major Tom, will sing along
Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer
They say "before you start a war,
You better know what you're fighting for"
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
Fighting 'til the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight
Ooooohhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh whoa whoa oooh whoa
Lily: (spoken) I'm an angel with a shotgun…
Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
Lily: I'm an angel with a shotgun,
Fighting 'til the war's won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I, want to live, not just survive, tonight.
And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight
Lily: (spoken) They say "before you start a war,
You better know what you're fighting for."
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
She took a little bow, and walked offstage gracefully, and then Gilbert stomped onto the stage.
"So, here I the AWESOME Prussia, will be introducing the less awesome Rayne, who will be putting on a show for us," he smiled, and I was kind of shocked, Rayne hated singing alone in front of people.
She walked on stage, and faced away from us; she'd changed into a purple corset to match the streaks in her hair, a pair of shorts and some high heeled boots with fishnet tights.
She took a deep breath.
We don't own "Hot" by Avril Lavigne
Rayne: ah, ah ah
You're so good to me baby, baby
I wanna lock you up in my closet when no one's around.
She winked to the crowd, causing both North American brothers to blush, Alfred out of anger and Matthew out of embarrassment.
Rayne: I wanna put your hand in my pocked because you're allowed
I wanna drive you into a corner and kiss you without a sound
I wanna stay this way forever I'll say it loud
Now you're in, and you can't get out.
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
She dropped down with the mic, and stood slowly.
Rayne: It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
I can make you feel all better, just take it in
And I can show you all the places you've never been
And I can make you say everything that you've never said
And I will let you do anything again and again
Now you're in, and you can't get out
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
She dropped once more
Rayne: It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
Kiss me gently
Always I know
Hold me, love me
Don't ever go
Ooh, yeah, yeah
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
She dropped again
Rayne: It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
She dropped a final time.
Rayne: It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good.
The lights went out, and no one made a sound, and when the lights were back up, she was gone. Everyone clapped, and then Peter (Sealand) walked onto the stage, holding a microphone.
"Hello everyone! Sealand here! I bet you're wondering who won this shindig aren't you? Well, that's why I'm here!" he laughed.
"Peter! What are you doing here? I thought I left you home!" Arthur's voice sounded from the crowd.
"Oh, hush! You British jerk of jerks! So, I'm here to announce first, second and third place!" Peter responded.
"Can I get a drum roll, please?" he asked the audience. We all stomped our feet to humor him, and stopped when he waved a hand.
"Third place goes toooooo… the girls, for "Hollaback Girl"!" he announced. We all went up onstage to collect our green third place ribbons from him. There was roaring applause from the boys. After that we went to our seats once more.
"Another drum roll please?" he asked, and we complied.
"Second place goes to…. Ludwig, Gilbert and Roderich dancing to "German Sparkle Party"!" he shouted, the three mentioned went up and collected their yellow second place ribbons. Everyone in the audience clapped and hollered loudly.
"And, a final drum roll please?" he questioned. We answered with stomping feet.
"First place is tied! And the two trophies go to…. Lily singing "Angel With A Shotgun", and Feliciano singing "Hot 'N Cold"!" Peter smiled. Lily and Feliciano got onstage, and took a trophy and gave small waves to the audience as we applauded.
Key:
fratello - brother (Italian)
una tomate - a tomato (Spanish)
Doitsu - Germany (Japanese)
ich liebe dich, Italien - I love you, Italy (German)
frauen - women (German)
Well, that is FINALLY the end of that chapter. This shit took us for EVER to complete. We hope you enjoyed! Read, review and come back for more!