AN: Okay, here's the next chapter! It took a little longer than I intended to get it ready... This one was a request from Fruitstogether. The song is Marchin On by OneRepublic.

Fruitstogether: I probably made it a little more complicated than I should have, but I hope that you like it (and that I did alright with it) all the same! Thank you for the request!

Also, thank you all so much for the reviews! I really appreciate it. Enjoy the chapter!

The conference room was already loud and the meeting hadn't even begun. Feliciano smiled lightly as he walked in, though he paused in just after the doorway, taking in the several nations that were present. There were only around eight or nine people, including himself, which was a bit surprising when taking into account how many of them there were.

Let's see… his eyes scanned the room. Of course, Ludwig was here. He would be worried otherwise. Gilbert was also in the room, talking with- oh, Matthew! And Alfred was standing right beside him.

The Italian nearly grinned, happy that the two had received his message. After giving a large wave to Ludwig, to which the other somewhat distractedly returned, Lovino walked past him. He paused closer to the table, probably checking where they were seated, before he turned towards him. "You better not drag me into it this time," he grumbled.

Feli smiled, now walking into the room. He sent Lovino a disbelieving look. "You did fine last time," he assured, 'and you seemed to like it.'

The older Italian snorted quietly and rolled his eyes. 'No I didn't…' He moved to his seat, one that was only a few the right of his own, and sat. 'Either way, I'm not doing again.'

'I wasn't planning on it this time.' As Lovino quickly took in the last two words of the sentence Feliciano made his way to the North American brothers. Alfred noticed him and smiled, though Matthew was still talking with Gilbert and the other didn't look very keen on interrupting. He wasn't sure what they were talking about. Maybe pancakes. They both liked those.

When he reached Alfred the American's smile shifted. He leaned closer, asking quietly, "Did you see the video?"

Feliciano nodded, knowing exactly what the younger nation was referring to. That video… Lovino had shown him after his hangover had died down. It had made him smile and yet he almost wanted to slap himself. "Si… what did you think?"

"Pff… It was loud. I'm surprised no one kicked us out." He glanced at Matthew, who was beginning to wrap up his conversation. "It's like… all those songs for nothing. We're back to square one." Grant it, they had made the others smile, but… The American paused and turned his head towards him, a curious light in his eyes. "Speaking of songs…"

The Italian took his phone from his pocket and, after a few swipes, pulled the song name to the screen. They had had a few in mind, but this was what he had ended up choosing. He watched as a satisfied smile slipped onto Alfred's face. A voice came from behind them, making him jump slightly.

"This is going to be fun."

He turned, not having noticed that Matthew had migrated behind them at some point. Alfred was completely unfazed and only smiled. Feliciano nodded towards the Canadian with a small smile and they made their way towards their seats. They were next to each other, Feliciano being the furthest to the right, Alfred in the middle, and then Matthew. Ludwig probably already knew that they were planning on singing because they had requested the arrangement.

Now all they had to do was wait until it was time…

The three nations glanced at each other. The meeting was almost over and they had yet to pull anything out. Feliciano had nearly expected Ludwig to call on him anyway, but that hadn't worked out so well the last few times.

Shrugging to the North American brothers, Feli pulled out his phone and slipped an ear bud into his ear, waiting. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lovino turn, an eyebrow raised.

'What song?'

He smiled slightly. 'You'll see, fratello.'

Lovino huffed softly. 'Fine.' He could tell that his brother was curious. He was too, if only to know if they could pull the song off.

But Ludwig still hadn't called on them. Maybe he thought if he called on no one by the last ten minutes no one would go. Yeah... the German was going to need quite a bit of luck for that to work and he wasn't going to get it today.

After a brief glance at the clock Ludwig sighed. He looked towards Feliciano, making the other brighten along with the two next to him. He said tiredly, "Go ahead, Feliciano…"

Immediately the Italian took his ear buds out and set his phone on the table with an audible clack. After unlocking it he pulled up the song, glancing at Matthew and Alfred to make sure they were ready. When the two nodded he smiled and pressed play. Music filled the room at a medium tempo, a guitar in the background along with a bass drum that was keeping a steady beat.

For a couple of seconds the three sat waiting and tapping their feet. They had made the song a bit more complicated than needed (they had actually had to practice their parts for it for once) and, though it might be difficult to get it correct, it would be fun nonetheless.

Feliciano started it off, seeing as he had been the one who had taken his phone out. He smiled softly, crossing his legs in his chair, and sang quietly. "For those days we felt like a mistake, those times when loves what you hate-" He closed his eyes, his smile widening a little. "-somehow, we keep marching on…" There was a few seconds of pause with only the instruments continuing and the Italian glanced at Alfred, receiving a smile in return.

The American continued with the same tone, though he began to turn his heads towards Matthew with an almost apologetic expression, "For those nights when I couldn't be there, I've made it harder to know that you know-" Suddenly, he smiled and elbowed his brother, the other smiling lightly in return. He laughed softly as he continued, "-that somehow, we'll keep moving on…"

There was a shorter pause to follow, maybe half as long as the other two's and Matthew continued, singing louder than both of them. He had a wide smile on his face as the beat hit and Alfred and Feliciano came in with the carried on, "Woahaoh". "There's so many wars we fought, there's so many things were not, But with what we have, I promise you that-"

The other two joined him, singing, "We're marching on, we're marching on, we're marching on," turning a bit towards the others as they did do, though they still wanted to make sure they were in sync. In the third repeat of the three words, however, Alfred broke out into the second verse at the right moment, causing all of them to grin.

He was louder now as Matt and Feli sang the underlying "Woahaoh", glancing at the other nations. Some were smiling at them, though most simply watched, wanting to see where this went. "For all of the plans we've made-"

Feli picked up without a pause. "-there isn't a flag I'd wave-" Alfred and Matthew both sang the, "Woahaoh" that time, though they could only fit one in each part before they had to split again and the next person sang.

Matthew leaned forward, watching them as he sang, "-don't care if we bend-"

Feliciano smiled back, nodding as he came in, "I'd sink us to swim-"

The three joined again, turning to face the world that sat around them. They sang a bit louder, their voices melding, knowing what was coming after. "We're marching on, we're marching on, we're marching on." There was hardly a pause as Matthew carried out the last repeat on his own and Alfred continued in a softer voice, more solemn,

"For those doubts that swirl all around us-"

Matthew picked up where his twin left off, turning. "-For those lives that tear at the seams-"

Feliciano looked towards the other nations, a small smile playing on his lips. "We know… we're not what we've seen…" Though the music didn't pick up he made his voice louder, his smile widening. "Oh… for this dance we'll move with each other-"

Now they went down the row, Alfred going next and then Matthew.

"There ain't no other step than-" The American had to admit that he felt satisfied when Arthur nearly groaned as soon as the word (even if it wasn't a word) 'ain't' had left his mouth. Matthew continued immediately, his voice growing louder as he went, holding back a laugh.

"-one foot right in front of the other…" He held out the last word and was slightly surprised to see Francis smiling across the table. A beat passed and Feliciano continued, louder as the music picked up, the "Woahaoh" continuing in the same way as before.

"There's so many wars we've fought-"

Matthew went on, now fully facing the other nations and only glancing at the other two. They were more comfortable with it now. "-there's so many things we're not-"

Alfred grinned, "-but with what we have, I promise you that-"

The three joined again, their voices coming together in a way that was almost powerful; if the way that it filled the room was no indication. "We're marching on, we're marching on, we're marching on." And they were, not matter which nation they were talking about.

Matthew broke off of the last repeat this time around, happy to hear that his voice was louder. He felt like celebrating. No one could mistake him now! "For all of the plans we've made-"

Feliciano continued with the same line as he had before, as loud as Matthew had sung, "-there isn't a flag I'd wave-" They only now noticed that a few nations were clapping along with the rhythm, namely Francis, Gilbert, Antonio, Jett, and ,surprisingly, Yao. Feliciano thought he could see Lovino clapping a little under the table however.

'Not a word,' His brother threatened, trying to glare while at the same time it seemed he was trying to keep from smiling. Feliciano laughed softly.

"-Don't care if we bend-" Alfred continued.

Matthew came back again, "-I'd sink us to swim-"

They joined once more, a little softer now. "-We're marching on, we're marching on, we're marching on…" The three continued together, their voices filling the room with a light echo, "Right, right, right, right, left, right-" The clappers were doing a good job of keeping it in time, which was excellent for them. A few more nations joined and they sang louder,

"Right, right, right, right left right-" Their smiles widened. "Right, right, right, we're marching on…" They carried out the last word and there was a pause for a beat or two as they trailed off. The music slowed and the clappers realized that they should stop for the moment. Alfred came in, his voice soft once more, though he looked at his lap now.

"We'll have the days that we break-"

Matthew came in, elbowing Alfred in the arm lightly. The American looked up and smiled slightly when his brother sang, "-And we'll have the scars to prove it-"

A few seats away Feliciano smiled and looked back at the two before his eyes flicked around the room, though towards Ludwig, Kiku, Lovino, and Gilbert in particular. "But we'll have the bonds that we save and we'll have-" His voice slowed slightly and the bass drum came back in as he continued. "-the heart now to lose it…"

There was a short pause with only the bass drum in the background, giving a continuous beat that they could connect to feet marching, and Matthew came in. "For all of the times we've stopped…"

Alfred and Feliciano glanced at each other. They had never been able to decide who would sing this line and now didn't seem to be the time to finally do it. Instead of silently telling the other to go in the one second of pause they both sang, carrying it out. "For all of the things I'm not…" The bass drum paused for a short moment, enveloping the room in complete silence, and then the music picked up again.

While Feliciano and Alfred started the first, 'woahaoh', Matthew began louder, the smile back on all of their faces. "We put one foot in front of the other-" They went backwards now, up the row.

"-We move like we ain't got no other-" The others nations began clapping once more, shaking off whatever surprise they may have had.

Feliciano grinned. "We go where we go, we're marching on…" He glanced at Alfred and the other sang the brief repeat.

"Marching on…"

Matthew came in, his smile widening and his voice growing louder. "There's so many wars we fought-" They went backwards through the row once more.

"There's so many things we're not-"

"-but with what we have, I promise you that-"

They joined, their voices seeming louder than before. "-We're marching on, we're marching on, we're marching on-"

Alfred and Matthew immediately went on with, "Right, right, right, right left right," while Feliciano sang the louder and continued part.

"We're marching…" He carried it out, though in the middle of 'marching' he let Alfred come in and came in with Matthew on the continuing right left rights. Alfred sang a little louder, smiling as he carried out the word and lastly Matthew came in, leaving the other two to briefly continue the background without him.

"On…"

As soon as the other two sang the last, "Right left right," Matthew came in with them, ignoring the other carried on part. "We're marching on, we're marching on, we're marching on…" Now all of them decided to ignore the new carried on part of the chorus.

"Right, right, right, right left right, right, right, right, right left right, right, right-"

Feliciano dropped out, singing a final, "We're marching on…" as the North American brothers sang the second to last, "Woahaoh" and the nations once again realized the clapping had ceased. All of the music stopped and it was only them.

They came together, singing the last line as one, carrying it out. "Woahaoh…"

The song now ended completely, having gone to the very last second. Feliciano paused the song and the three waited, smiling slightly at their audience. They had done it.

Many of the nations actually clapped, surprised that they had been able to get through the song without slipping up. They enjoyed it, and even Ludwig had to give them some credit.

The three had congratulated each other, giving multiple high fives, and now Feliciano had left the room. The North American brothers were getting there, still packing up their things. Matthew was a bit quicker, however, his bag already on his shoulder. He had an ear bud in his ear, still listening to Alfred speaking.

"-seriously, I can't believe we didn't screw up. That was awesome." He zipped up his bag, now noticing that they were some of the only nations in the room. He turned towards his brother and eyed him curiously. "What're you listening to?"

Matthew paused, glancing at the other. "Oh, uh…" He looked down at his phone, biting his lip for a second or two before he sighed and took the ear bud out of his ear. "It's… actually a song I thought you might need to sing."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, confused by the phrasing of the words. Need to sing? After a moment he held out his hand, silently asking if Matthew could hand him the device. His brother did, all hesitation gone. The American stuck the earphone in his ear and pressed play, seeing that the song was already at the beginning.

He paused, listening. After the first few words his eyes widened and he sucked in a breath, his hand tightening slightly on the phone. He noticed Matthew's worried look and met his eyes, nodding. He most definitely needed to sing this.

AN: And... setting up for my next request. Woo! You probably know who you are.

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