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PART FIVE – THE COMPETITION: THE INTERNATIONAL CAT LOVERS

Right before the Battle, three nations were sitting at the "judging table" to get a feel for what it was like sitting there.

Hungary arranged her files on the table. "This is so exciting!" she exclaimed. "I just can't wait!"

"Totally," Poland agreed, playing with the straw in his soda. "But when is it, like, going to start?"

"Shut up and be patient, people aren't even going to start showing up until an hour later," Switzerland grumbled, fingering his gun. Poland turned somewhat green.

The three nations were going to be judging the Battle of the Bands. Poland and Hungary volunteered to do so, while Switzerland was asked and sort of forced to by Liechtenstein.

The host was going to be Prussia… He claimed to have experience, so the other nations putting the show together just kind of let him.

Speaking of:

"Ze Awesome Prussia is here! SUCK IT, LOSERS!" He began to cackle, walking onto the large stage.

Hungary crossed her arms, looking upset. "I still cannot believe they let you do this," she sniffed.

Prussia smirked. "They couldn't take ze awesomeness," he told her mysteriously.

She merely scoffed.

"Prussia!" shouted China from backstage. "Get off the stage!"

"Fine," he grumbled.

Hungary raised an eyebrow. "Since when did 'Ze Awesome Prussia' listen to anyone?"

"Since zey threatened to take away his job if he slipped up…"

Later, once all of the nations mixed with their people had gathered in the large stadium (location not to be disclosed), Prussia came back on stage to start the show.

"HELLO!" he shouted. Everyone screamed back. "I AM ZE AWESOME GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT, YOUR AWESOME HOST! ARE YOU READY TO GET ZIS PARTY STARTED?!"

Everyone waved in the air frantically, cheering wildly – at least, all of the humans did. The nations did so only half-heartedly, considering it was Prussia.

"First, let's velcome our judges: Elizaveta Héderváry! Feliks Łukasiewicz! And Vash Zwingli!" Prussia shouted, pointing to the side of the stage, where the three walked out. Poland and Hungary waved happily, while Switzerland looked like he was sulking.

The three judges walked over to the "judging table".

"Anything you vant to say before ze show?" Prussia asked them.

"Good luck to the bands! Oh, and I hope the audience has lots and lots of fun!" Hungary said, still happy.

"I'm fabulous!"

"I don't want to be here." (The human audience laughed at this one, thinking Switzerland was trying to be funny. The nations knew he was dead serious.)

Prussia shrugged. "Vhatever. First up, ze International Cat Lovers!" He blinked. "Vait, cats?"

The lights blinked out on stage, and Prussia had to scramble to the side of the stage to avoid being run over by stage hands preparing the large stage.

The Baltics plus China were in charge of the sound and lights, with Russia to supervise them.

"Hurry up!" Russia sang cheerfully. "Or the show will be ruined and it will be all your fault!"

Lithuania ran around, seemingly flipping on random switches. China helped him by punching glowing buttons.

"I'm sorry!" Latvia wailed. "I'm not good with electronics!"

Russia patted him on the back. "It's ok, Latvia! Just remember, if you don't do this correctly, you get to be stretched! Ssstttrrreeetttccchhheeeddd!"

Latvia very nearly burst into tears.

When the orange lights blinked on, the International Cat Lovers were on stage, all of them dressed in black suits, white shirts, and orange ties.

"Salut!" France cried, waving at his female admirers. "Mon nom est Francis Bonnefoy, and voici my band mates–"

"Yes, I'm Arthur Kirkland," England interrupted.

"And I am Alfred F. Jones!" America called out.

"Matthew Williams," Canada said quietly, but a section of girls started screaming anyway.

"Kiku Honda!" Japan said, waving.

"Feliciano Vargas!" As Italy said this, he waved around his tambourine thing.

"And I am Ludwig Beilschmidt, unfortunately the younger brother of the host," Germany muttered darkly, glaring at Prussia for being…Prussia.

"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" Ze Awesome Prussia prompted them "gently".

England and Germany started to play their respective guitars. Japan beat his drum slowly. The orange lights softened, and a single spotlight trained on France.

And so France began to sing…

"Michelle, my belle. These are words that go together well, my Michelle," he sang, his beautiful voice causing women to weep. "Michelle, my belle. Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, très bien ensemble."

Italy began to play his tambourine, smiling all the while.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!" sang France, America, and Canada.

"Zat's all I want to say," France sang by himself. "Until I find a way I will say ze only words I know zat you'll understand."

Giving a small bow, he hurried back to stand next to America and Canada, who were about ten feet behind the microphone. After nudge from America, Canada took position with the microphone, and prepared himself.

"Michelle, my belle," sang Canada in his soft voice.

Speak up! mouthed America. Then he looked puzzled. Actually, sing up!

"Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, très bien ensemble," Canada tried a little louder. America gave him thumbs up.

"I need to, I need to, I need to," the three singers sang.

"I need to make you see," Canada continued by himself. "Oh, what you mean to me. And until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean."

"I love you," the singers sang in unison.

And England had his guitar solo! (Kind of. Germany was still playing, but at least the Frog wasn't singing. Plus, it was only for five seconds.)

"I want you, I want you, I want you," France, America, and Canada started again.

"I'll get to you somehow," sang America on his own, causing his other band members to wince. "Until I do I'm holding you so you'll understand." He winked at the audience, causing girls to sigh dreamily.

"Michelle, my belle," he sang. "Sond day motts quee vond tray ben onsom, tray ben onsom."

France and Canada nearly plugged their ears – America's French was terrible. "The Beatles were better than this," France whispered to Canada.

"Yeah, way better," he whispered back in agreement.

"I will say the only words I know that you'll understand, my Michelle," the singers sang together.

And England had another guitar solo! But this time longer, and it ended the song.

Hungary clapped so quickly, her hands were a blur. "Beautiful!" she cried.

"It was almost fabulous," Poland admitted.

Switzerland merely narrowed his eyes. "Not worth shooting over," he decided.

The audience cheered and threw roses, which France graciously accepted. Japan looked only a bit tired after hitting the drum so many times, and Italy was still shaking his tambourine, delighted. Germany gave the audience a tired smile. England was grinning and waving at the audience, looking happy to be there. Canada merely stood by his excited brother and gave a small wave.

"BRAVO!" shouted Prussia, walking back onstage. "Now, vhat do ze judges have to say?"

"Lovely! 9 out of 10!" Hungary told them, smiling. "The only thing was Alfred's singing… Other than that, lovely performance! The tambourine was especially nice," she added, winking at Italy who tried to wink back.

"Almost fabulous! My ears were bleeding because of America!" Poland complained. "So, like, I think 8 out of 10. Yeah. Everything else was kind of fabulous."

"7 out of 10." Switzerland said shortly.

"Reason vhy…?" Prussia prompted.

"No."

Prussia was slightly taken aback. "Oh. Right, then. GIVE IT UP FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CAT LOVERS!"

Switzerland would make a great judge. Forever neutral, and all that. :)

Also, I lied. There's actually two more parts - Part Six and the Epilogue. :D

- ImaginaryParchment