Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia. :D

PART FOUR – THE REHEARSALS: THE INTERNATIONAL CAT LOVERS & THE NORDIC 5

"International Cat Lovers, are you ready?!" America screamed into his microphone.

England plugged his ears in annoyance. "Goodness, America, can't you ever be quiet?"

"NOPE!" America looked quite proud of this fact.

"Let's just get on with this," Germany muttered. The only reason he was in America's garage today was because Italy practically begged him.

Actually, he literally begged him.

And dragged him over.

In his Ferrari.

As imagined, it was not pleasant at all.

"Dudes, c'mon, let's get this party STARTED!" America shouted, practically shrieking the last word.

England looked at Germany and shrugged. The two started playing their respective guitar and bass, though Germany somewhat hesitantly.

Japan began to beat his not-too-large taiko drum in a rhythmic beat, and Italy tapped his tambourine in accordance with the drum.

And so America began to sing –

England immediately stopped playing. "What the bloody hell was that?!" he got out, looking horrified.

"My AWESOME singing!" America replied, oblivious.

Germany winced. "America, I think you need to vork on your singing skills."

"Dude, we can just lip sing and computer edit my voice, no biggie!"

Canada spoke up. "That's against the rules in the competition," he said softly. Of course, nobody paid attention.

"Mr. America, I do not think the rures arrow you to do so…" Japan told the nation in a louder voice.

"Oh." America thought for a bit. "I guess I'll just have to get better at singing, then!"

"Or..." France started. "You could let moi sing…"

"Yeah, go Big Brother France!" cheered Italy.

"OH, HECK NO!" America protested.

France snuck up behind America. "You know you want to," he said in a sing-song voice.

America punched him in the face, sending him flying through the air like a blue-and-red flying frog. "NO WAY!"

Everyone stared at America. (Actually, that was a lie, England was too busy cackling like a maniacal British villain to pay any attention to the situation at hand.) Italy nearly broke out into tears.

"Um, America?" squeaked Canada. "Why…?"

America did not hear this. Instead, he gave a nervous laugh. "Heheheh, you know, maybe France can and I can share the part of lead singer…?"

A muffled but still exasperated 'thank you' came from the pile of blue and red clothing on the other side of the room.

"What about me?" Canada said, straining to speak at such a high volume level (aka normal).

"Yeah, dude, you can too – wait, where did you come from?!"

"Don't listen to a word I say," sang Denmark.

"Hey!" cheered the Nordics.

"The screams all sound the same," Finland sang.

"Guys, we're amazing!" Denmark said happily.

Finland looked confused. "That's not part of the song–"

"I know, I just wanted you guys to know that I think we're amazing. And way better than that lame 1Direction thing."

"Agreed," Sweden replied from over by his drums.

"We're going to win, definitely," Norway said confidently.

"I hope we do," Iceland agreed with his brother.

Finland grinned. "Yes! I know we can do eet!"

End of Part Four! :) I'll also post Part Five today, since I won't have any internet for the next fewdays...

Just Part Six, and then this story is over! :')

- ImaginaryParchment