Hi Guys...I was having the hardest time with this one... It's hard to put songs and try to think of choreo and whatever to suit it. Anyway, the main challenge here was to choreograph Russia and America (which I sucked at) and making Japan's and Denmark's battle awesome and not boring. REMIND ME NEVER TO MAKE SONGFICS like this one. it was hard "-_- PLEASE REVIEW...I WANNA IMPROVE
The songs used:
Scream and shout by WILL I AMand britney spears
Automatic by Nicki Minaj
Beggin' by Madcon
*why choose Nicki...well it kinda clicked in my head and I totally laughed about the idea...You'll see what I'm talkin' 'bout soon. hopefully this wasn't terrible for you. Please be honest, I'll totally make sure the next chapter would more than make up for it.
*did you know Madcon is Norwegian! Yeah, I was pretty surprised too...I love their song. Good Job Norway .
japan calls Denny= Denmark-sama...Denmark-kun...and Maku-sama
Sliding wooden doors. A Private hot spring. Needing to take off his shoes and wear slippers instead. Something Denmark would typically expect from his Japanese friend. He was politely, almost passively, escorted to a quiet and empty room. Something he wasn't good at was hiding his emotions when it was too quiet, it just makes him snap. Sure he can control it when a lot of people were around, if he couldn't he might have blurted out his undying love for America. In retrospect, it was better if he hollered it out decades ago. He placed his chin over his clenched and hand and thought about it in an even deeper study. His legs were crossed together as he sat down on a rather comfy pillow.
"D-Denmark-sama" huffed the small Japan man "could I please ask for some assistance" Denmark glanced at his friend's direction and tried to peek at what Kiku was trying so hard to drag in.
"Sure" he answered cheerily. With no effort at all he carried the heavy contraption, which was a karaoke machine, in the quiet room and placed it down gently on the floor. Japan closed the sliding doors lightly.
Japan gave an exhausted sigh and stretched his back resulting to a loud crack and a sigh of relief. He then walked slowly to the pillow stationed opposite to the bigger Dane. The Asian nation sipped his tea coolly. On the other side, the Dane sat with his back and arms straight and his legs crossed tightly, he was absent-mindedly smiling with his whole face. He was always happy to be with a friend.
"Denmark-sama...I am surprised by both of you not acting on your feelings immediately, seeing that you two are very brazen characters" the serious Japan asked. "I am truly sorry for being upfront" he bowed his head.
"Nah, you weren't. To tell you the truth I don't why it took this long...I guess it was the first time we felt vulnerable enough. That or because a certain Russian devoted too much time to his script" he admitted with a soft smile.
"I understand, listen I want you too Karaoke with me today, Maku-sama" Japan said with a determined face.
"Ah...sure?" The Dane answered half-heartedly.
"Hai! Let us begin" he opened the machine and pressed the numbers in. Denmark smiled mischievously at the funny things he remembered when he went to party with Japan...he would sing and hit the high notes and struggle with his pronunciation but he'd still score a hundred.
And I~ will always love you~ WOOOOAH! Will AL~WAYS LOVE
YOU~…will ALWAYS LOVE YOU~
Matthias was trying his best not to laugh, his mouth was twitching uncontrollably and his eyes were starting to water, he couldn't believe that Kiku was singing Whitney!
Suddenly it got very weird, very fast. His voice started to cut on 'you'. Like a broken record he would come back at 'you', the instrumental got cut off and the room's walls started to crumble.
"hvad fanden? What's happening?" the confused Dane shouted as the wooden floor was starting to disintegrate and now they were both starting to float, as if gravity was never there. Japan just kept singing 'you'.
"Kiku! .Happening?" he asked again paddling his way to him and yanked his shoulder. Japan's eyes were like light bulbs…it was just white.
You are now now rocking with
Denmark-kun and KIKU-BIATCH!
Alfred paced nervously on the cold dance floor. Why did Russia ask him to meet here? What did it have to do with the screening? It was weird that he would just suddenly pop up like that. Why was he spending so much time with his brother?
"Ah, Fredka! I see that you are already here" No, he's probably still sleeping in his apartment! America gave a weak smile and before he could even ask anything.
"You are here to Dance, da?" he said. It was a rhetorical question after all. Alfred could feel it.
'So he's my first trial, huh? At least it's dancing' America smiled smugly giving out a hint of malice. Russia felt it and said. "Amerika, you don't have to hide behind a mask here, da? Try to keep up. It'll be so much fun!" smiled Russia innocently.
'Yeah right! He's planning to crack my skull!' thought America. He started stretching.
First touching the tips of his toes while standing. Check.
Stretch arms, shoulders, hips, and wrists. Check.
Back bend. Check.
Take off Texas. Check.
He stripped his Jacket and revealed that underneath was nothing but a body-hugging white shirt. It was a good thing he decided to wear sweatpants today. He looked at Russia who was staring a bit too long.
"Eyes up here, Vanya. est mon ami me vérifier?" asked America in French. He didn't know what possessed him, but he wanted to make the Russian uncomfortable and speak French.
"No, I wasn't! I was just making sure that your belly was still as big as I remembered" he giggled like a small child. America took it as a compliment. Russia turned back and blushed bright red, oh why did his boyfriend's brother have to be as innocently sexy as him? Why French? Why? Ivan grew weak in the knees remembering his Canadian sweetheart. By the signs of cold sweat, America could safely say that Russia was indeed uncomfortable.
'Was speaking in French is weakness? Maybe he has a thing for France? Damn, I have to warn Britain!' Thought America.
By now he was doing some push-ups with ease, it really got his mind off of… /…he pushed his thought away again. Damn, he can't stop worrying. He knew for a fact that his family would stop at nothing to keep him away…
What was Ivan's angle? Unknown to America, he has been doing push-ups for well over ten minutes.
"comrade Fredka, we should start now!" suggested the Russian looking at the hot, sweaty American. Alfred gave one last stretch of his neck and shoulders before winking at the Russian. "Sure dude!"
The ash-blonde Russian paced his way to the center of the stage. Only one spot light remained. Man, was this guy serious. Suddenly an invisible Orchestra started playing. It immediately started fast with the Russian dancer immediately keeping up with the beat. He crouched down and jumped with his body spread; balancing on the ball's of his feet. He repeated the movement but constantly changing up the angles and positions. Next he was doing the famous Cossack dance, with his hands placed on top of each other and feet being kicked out front alternatively.
It was mesmerizing too watch. America saw Russia smile through it, as if it was nothing. This was one of the many things people overlooked of Russia, they think of him as cold but truthfully he's just a big guy who has a lot of trouble with making friends. The Russian, while still doing the Cossack, arched his hands back making a graceful back hand-spring as an exit.
And with his feet tapping firmly to the ground…something magical happened.
From the walls, ballerinas danced gracefully towards the stage and passing through the curtains were more Cossack Dancers, all making their way towards the stage. America could not believe it. He placed his hands over one of the dancer's shoulders only to touch nothing. All of them in synch with the music as though it was thought to them for ten years.
'They will help us, da? They lean towards who is wining" Russia explained briskly as he continued to dance.
This looked serious.
The Japan's eyes were vacant white and his hair stood up due to the lack of gravity. His demeanor changed and looked like a monster of some sorts. They were floating in Space; there was only black nothing and glints of light here and there. Denmark held his place and posture almost unsure if he should attack or not. He couldn't understand how they were transported to this place. The power mad Japan got his mike and opened his mouth.
I can't control the way I'm moving my hips.
A supernova came out of nowhere and knocked the Dane back…now he was trying to find anything to stop him from drifting farther. Coincidentally, a giant rod appeared out of nowhere and gave him just what he needed.
Bet you never ever seen it like this
I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit
No no it's automatic
The Russian ballerinas started to pace themselves gracefully across the stage before leaping and doing an aerial twist with Russia in the middle. They dropped to their knees and all did a one-handed cartwheel to come back to their feet. The ballerinas dispersed and the Cossack Dancers were now B-boying as with Russia who was doing street dancing that America thought was a foreign idea to the big man. Then the Russian gestured America to dance.
it's automatic
"SING DAMN IT!" yelled the Japanese. Denmark fumbled in surprise and quickly got his mike and looked at the unimaginably big screen.
He cleared his throat. His body fidgeting. He wasn't used to singing hip hop or rap, he was definitely more into rock or pop, even country.
It's automatic I'm a runaway train
And it's likely that I tear up this place
America started with a simple back flip with follow-through. He gestured the ballerinas to come closer and was now performing a three way tango, seductively moving with a hot-blooded determination. America couldn't see it but Russia was spacing out remembering his boyfriend. He then turned around to see that his Cossack friends were also doing helicopter kicks and aerial flips in synch with America.
When I go, I go hard
I'mma show you best how tonight
Denmark was now feeling a bit more comfortable with the song thumping and jumping around. He was definitely having fun and that troubled the Japanese who was trying to evade the gigantic meteors his Danish friend absent-mindedly summoned. He grabbed his mike.
It's automatic my condition's unknown
There's no remedy, and no antidotes
Russia did numerous barrel turns while his 'magical' friends cheered him on. He landed to the ground and did a head and for a good 5 seconds before falling gracefully to his feet.
It's just the way that I am
Kiku, Kiku, so bad tonight, night ah ah ah ah
Kiku sang proudly unleashing cosmic dragons to attack the Dane. Matthias's brows were twitching, was this man, who was supposed to be quiet and mature…trying to kill him? He got his axe and grabbed his mike.
I can't control the way I'm moving my hips
Bet you never ever seen it like this
He lounged towards the Dragons and sliced them right through the middle like hot knife on butter. He had a dangerously determined glint on his eyes as the cosmic arena turned into a cold and unforgiving winter. Kiku bit his lip…his competition was determined to beat him.
I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit
No no it's automatic,
America retaliated by shuffling to the beat and like one of his music videos, it was contagious. The dancer's left their nation's side and shuffled in time with the American who leapt in to the air much like a gymnast and was about to land on a hand-stand split when he felt something constricting him while in mid-air.
it's automat-
The Dane was cut off, when he heard scratches on vinyl. He saw Japan playing with turn tables and the harsh tundra landscape turn back into its original cosmic design. He gritted his teeth as Japan gave him a Fuck-yeah-I-can smile.
Press rewind, press rewind
Einstein, I'm looking for that Einstein
Wales, London, Ireland, Scotland, I get idoled in South Africa and Brazil
An invisible explosion erupted in the empty Space. That was when Denmark's mind clicked. Space can't support vibration…Space doesn't have oxygen…Space can't turn into a tundra waste land. He was mentally slapping himself as the explosion pulsed painfully through his body.
'Our minds have been linked… but by what?' he questioned himself allowing the pain to go through him.
Click*
'The tea!' he answered. He believed in magic and the world unknown to most humans and… he knew it was some sort of Japanese hokus-pokus.
He giggled softly as the pain began to register, closing his eyes and going to a dreamless slumber.
Shut the club down, bring the bill
Bring the bill, bring the bill, bring the bill
Russia was now dub-stepping the lights were flickering in an obscene combination of black and white. The American's body was wrapped in the coils of the Russian's conscious scarf. America groaned in protest as the soft scarf gripped on tighter to his body. The vise like squeeze was more than the young American could take. The last thing he remembered was a dancing Russian with that annoying smile plastered on his face.
"Think of this as revenge for what your boyfriends said…"
'Boyfriend…said? Tei…Tei…' he was then out like a light.
Shut the club down, and bring the bill…
(FLASHBACK)
*Snap* *Snap*Snap*
The two blonde nations exited the photo booth and started looking at the strip of photos they got.
*Arms swung over the other's shoulder, giving a cheesy wink
*Denmark kissed America playfully on his cheeks.
*America whining cutely about how much his ass hurts.
*America started nibbling on Denmark's ears. The other man was laughing trying to forget that he was blushing wildly.
*They stared deeply into each other's eyes, their hands cupping each other's face.
*They kiss
America was holding the pictures up while Denmark was hugging him from behind with his head resting on his lover's shoulder. America whined in pain as his boyfriend hug tighter.
"Ow! Tei-Tei, don't hug too hard…my ass is still sore from last night" he said. Denmark gave his goofy grin and innocently kissed his boyfriend by the ear not caring that the arcade was filled with kids. "And who was the one who thought that me plowing your ass four times in one night was a good idea?" smirked the bigger Dane.
"Why can't you bottom every now and then, I'd like some of that ass again" America teased gripping and shaking the beautiful ass behind him. This made the Dane moan quietly. How cute.
" 'Cause, you always end up wanting to get plowed" he pouted in jealousy "and you know how my lumbar gets when you fuck me too much" he smiled.
"I guess I should pity an old man" he teased. "Hey…I'm not that old" the Dane flipped America so they were facing each other.
"You're eons older than me!" he corrected with a big smile. Denmark looked at America with the saddest and cutest puppy dog eyes. America blushed at the older nation.
"Well, at least you don't look like it. Most people would probably think you're a few months or a year older" he ruffled Denmark's hair. "You really think so?" the Dane's eyes twinkled with delight and carried his American lover in a bridal position.
"Yes. Now put me down. A lot of people are starting to stare" the flushed American pointed out the sea of eyes glued on the blonde couple with their cameras out. Did everybody in Tokyo have a camera with them every time?
"Don't be silly" assured Denmark.
Both ended up sweaty after playing a turbo dance game that was insanely more demanding than regular dance games. What kind of dance game tells people to do an aerial cartwheel and land to a split? Oh yeah…and ask you to do exactly five spins while in an aerial pirouette.
"Denmark-sama….A!" graded the robotic voice.
"What freaking game…has *pant* Japan *Pant**pant* invented?" panted the Dane. It was physically exhausting.
"Aw come on man, it wasn't that hard" the American came closer to his boyfriend wiping some of the sweat with his face towel.
"Easy for *pant* you to say, *pant* you *pant* know this stuff *pant* like the *pant* backofyourhand *pant*
"Hey, don't be like that. I'm surprised that you could dance like that! I mean I thought you were all waltz and no pop!" he said and kissed his Danish boyfriend's forehead.
"well, you're damn better than Russia!" he laughed with a bright red blush of titillation and exhaustion.
"no, stop it!" he remarked with a smug grin. "Okay, continue with your praises"
They chuckled…
"100! You're a superstar!" commended another contraption, this time the awesome couple were lounging in a Karaoke bar in the arcade.
"Wow! I didn't know Tei-Tei had a good voice!" Said America cheerily. Denmark gave out a huge grin and patted his boyfriend's back.
"Go on~, you'll need to do better than that if you want me to remotely consider bottoming tonight!" he smirked.
"Hey, I was just telling the truth! You're way better than Kiku, bro!" he smiled at him.
"I'm pretty sure he'd kill you if he heard you say that!" answered the Dane.
'That's it…he did it on purpose' both still in an unconscious state.
…
They both opened their eyes and felt their sore bodies. The Japanese and Russian smirked at their supposed victory but The Icey-blues and the Ocean-blues said otherwise. New strength filled their bodies. Hell would freeze before they gave up.
The Dane's vocal bad-assness echoed throughout the blank space. His imagination growing stronger. If he was correct, then the stadium should change to his liking. Now the arena was the legendary Valhalla. The clouds were solid and awesome blinding light highlighted the Dane's face, full of determination. Japan bit his lips again.
…
America just stood there quietly, hiding his face from the Russian. He started to quietly do some soft flips and turns warming himself for his explosive plan.
There was one song that made both of them sing and dance like crazy people. The song that some of the European's obsessed about. Norway's awesome dance song. The song that made their feet tap and mouth hum. It was just a phase but it was fun while it lasted. He imagined the song in his head, when suddenly he heard that all too familiar opening to that all too familiar song.
The Danish blonde got his cello out and started fiddling it.
Oooooh-
Put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin…
The raspy, sultry, soulful voice send shivered to Japan's spine. 'I guess America was right' he thought as he heard how soulful the first lines were. Suddenly, the sounds of drums, a bass guitar, and ivory being tickled exploded with the bright lights of Valhalla.
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
He started to mock Russia's Cossack style by doing the same thing but with his hands in the pockets of his pants. He crunched his body in and then jumped to rest on the balls of his feet doing it in a rhythm with the chorus. He then pulled out using the jerk and ushering the imaginary friends of Russia to go to his side.
Ridin high, when I was king
Played it hard and fast, cause I had everything
Walked away, won me then
But easy come and easy go
And it would end
To Japan's surprise there were now four Denmarks. Yup, he was now officially awesome. One who was obviously drunk to no end was trashing awesomely on the drums. A stern one wearing glasses was playing the radical piano. The one that seemed to have no confidence at all was hiding behind them with the bass. The original one was of course in the middle singing his heart out. The three hummed with the lead singer making axes fling towards Japan's direction. If that wasn't enough they were on fire and followed wherever Kiku escaped to. But the singer didn't even notice how scared the Japanese man was.
So ah, any time I need ya, let me go
Any time I feed ya, get me low
Any time I see ya, let me know
But I planted that seed, just let me go
America started with a simple air baby and then it truned to furious crumping and wild stanky legs. The Cossack dancers and ballerinas suddenly changed into B-boys and contemporary dancers, their hair and clothes fitting the dance. Russia smiled, hiding his frustration. Before he could start dancing, America urged him back with some floor work. He did a handless cartwheel and then flipped to do a back kickover before totally dissing Russia with some tutting.
I'm on my knees when I'm (beggin)
'Cause I don't want to lose (you)
I got my arms so spread
And I hope that my heart gets fed
Matter of fact, gonna beg
The Nerd Denmark started rapping in a very commendable way. His eyes firing with determination as he played the piano. Fireballs were being launched at Japan in timed with the piano. When all this was happening, nerd Denmark just had a straight face, unwavering. While Uke Denmark was still hiding behind them…whimpering 'Why couldn't we just stay with, kærlighed?'
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out, baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darlin
America continued with a moonwalk before doing a back flip. He then twirled with his knees on the floor and kicked one of his feet up. He jumped one last time catching his self with his arms and did numerous 360s on his head. All of them were. Russia was now surrounded by his comrades and by the way they followed America…it was sure…America won! Russia smiled.
America stood up, all his back-up behind him. "Did I win?"
Russia nodded before hitting America cold.
"He needs his rest for tomorrow, thank you my comrades!" he dragged America out and waved off to his friends.
'He looks so much like his brother' Russia looked at the cute nation being dragged away by him. 'CUTE!'
'Tei-tei!' whispered the sleeping blonde.
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling…
Japan was now exhausted and the big screen flashed that the Dane won. He grabbed his other selves into a big hug.
"W-why can't we just go back to, kærlighed?" asked uke Denmark again.
"Aw~ don't worry me…I can totally kick some ass!" said the drunken Denmark.
"Guys, shut it!" interjected the nerd Denmark. "You have got to wake up, Matthias!"
'Wake up Matthias…
Wake up….
"Maku-sama! Please wake up!" Japan started shaking the bigger Dane out of the dream.
"Wh-What…Oh! Japan, min Ven! Are ya alright?" he hugged the Japanese man firmly against his built chest. The Asian nation blushed. "Or was it just a dream? If it was it was totally awesome!" He said with his ass glued to the floor and his eyes full of childish wonder. He looked too cute for Japan.
~Kawaii!
The chocolate brown eyes clashed with the icey-blue ones. He cleared his throat gaining back his composure.
"I linked our dreams together…you caught on faster than expected" he placed his hands on the spot where the groove of the Dane's robust neck stop. "But you need to sleep now, you'll need energy tomorrow." He looked curiously at the smaller nation and then slumped to the floor asleep. Japan pressed one of the Dane's pressure points causing the Viking to fall asleep.
Japan stood up and took pictures of the sleeping Dane…Hungary pays good money for those kind of stuff. He couldn't believe that the Dane never snored. The sleeping Viking had his mouth slightly ajar.
'kærlighed…'
hvad fanden=what the fuck?
est mon ami me vérifier?=Is my friend checking me out?
YUP i made Japan power-crazy! LOL! Totally Dragon Balls XD
NEXT UP IS PIRI-SAN n PIRI-KUN and FINLAND n SEALAND! LOL... REVIEWS ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOO WANTED :)