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PART SIX – THE COMPETITION: THE NORDIC 5 & wait, what?!

As the clapping died down, Prussia held up an awesome hand for silence.

"Now, ve have ze Nordic 5 to perform! YOU CAN COME ON STAGE NOW!" he yelled to the five nations backstage.

Denmark, followed by Finland, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden made their way onstage.

Tens of hundreds of girls began to scream, gaining smiles and waves from the five guys.

"Alright, alright, settle down now," ordered Prussia, somewhat jealous that they had more fans than him. "They're going to perform, vhatever!" He stalked off stage.

The lights faded on to light blue when each guy was standing in the correct position.

Iceland and Norway, both wearing dark blue jackets, began to play cheery uplifting tunes on their guitars. At regular intervals, the Nordics cheered, "Hey!" together.

Finland, wearing a light blue shirt and jeans, started off singing. "I don't like walking around thees cold and empty house," Finland sang, eliciting even more fangirl screams.

"So hold my hand I'll walk with you, my dear," added Denmark in a surprisingly good singing voice and bright blue blazer.

Finland couldn't help it, he grinned. "The stairs creak as I sleep, eet's keeping me awake."

"It's the house telling you to close your eyes."

"Some days I can't even dress myself."

"It's killing me to see you this way," sang Denmark.

Together: "'Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."

Grinning, the two nations gave a slight bow as Iceland and Norway continued to play their guitars. Sweden, wearing navy blue, looked quite serious, but his friends all knew he was nervous.

Even so, the rest of the song went without any mistakes at all, and the audience was shouting for an encore by the end.

Prussia came back onstage. "Vonderful – almost as awesome as the awesome me!"

"Thank you, Meester Pru – uh, Gilbert!" chirped Finland with a beam.

"Let's see vhat ze judges think… Elizaveta?"

Hungary gave them a wide smile. "That was very, very good! 10 out of 10!"

"It was quite fabulous," Poland admitted. "10 out of 10!"

"9 out of 10," Switzerland said simply. The audience booed. Switzerland's fingers itched for the trigger of his gun, but he restrained himself. He didn't want to have to pay any fines.

"Vell, I think it's obvious who's the winner!" Prussia announced. "The Nordic 5–"

Suddenly, all of the lights in the stadium went dark.

"Vhat ze–?"

A single light came back on – the spotlight. It was trained on a musician sitting at an ornate piano.

"How ze–" [CENSORED] "–did vimpy Austria and his stupid piano get onstage? I thought those five were there!"

The Nordic 5 were somehow off stage to the side, despite being right onstage a minute ago. The five exchanged glances, wondering what on Earth was going on.

Up in the control room, Turkey looked satisfied. He had successfully knocked all five nations in the Light and Sound Control Room out with unidentifiable liquid. Quickly, he gave the other two the signal. They better pay me soon, he thought gruffly.

Seemingly from nowhere, a hauntingly beautiful Spanish guitar began to play. The fangirls held their breath, knowing and hoping they were correct in assuming who the player was.

It was Spain.

He walked onto the stage, still playing his guitar, and a serious and wise looking contemplative look was on his face.

Austria began to play his piano which, although the song was Austrian in origin, somehow fit quite well with Spain's guitar-playing.

Just then, the audience heard a deep, rich, opera voice.

Who could it be? they wondered. It sounds Itali – oh, wow…

Romano walked out from backstage from the opposite side of the stage.

His opera voice was beautiful. (Much better than Veneziano's.)

Spain and Romano met in the middle in front of Austria playing his piano, two of the spotlights trained on them. All three of the nations were wearing white tops and dark bottoms, though in their own styles. The outfits seemed to almost sparkle under the light.

Austria played the piano while Spain played his guitar and Romano continued to sing his Italian opera, and together, the three created a beautiful new piece of music.

The audience held their breath, and continued to hold it all though out the rest of the stunning performance.

When Romano finally let go of his last held note, the audience was still in shock.

Slowly, one man stood up and began to clap. As if in a trance, the rest of the audience stood up one by one and clapped, until quite suddenly, the entire audience – including the nations – were all standing and cheering.

All of the lights faded back on, and the three took a bow. Everyone cheered even louder at this, which seemed to be an impossible feat.

Spain waved at the audience, smiling and accepting the flowers they threw to him. Austria did pretty much the same thing, though he was wearing a self-satisfied smirk. Romano looked very proud of himself, probably because he felt that he was better than Veneziano for once. (Which, in itself, is quite sad.)

Prussia jogged up to the trio. "What do you call yourselves?" he yelled to them over the audience's cheers.

Spain grinned. "We're the Mostly Classic Trio!"

"GIVE IT UP FOR THE MOSTLY CLASSIC TRIO!" Prussia screamed to the audience, causing them to jump around and cheer even louder.

When the audience finally calmed down, Prussia turned to the panel of judges. "So, vhat did you zink?" he asked Hungary.

"11 out of 10!" she said loudly, beaming at her ex-husband, who smiled back.

Prussia turned to Poland. "Your appraisal?"

"10 out of 10! Absolutely fabulous!" Poland said with a grin.

"Vash?"

Switzerland hesitated. He was going to go with 9 out of 10, but Liechtenstein seemed very happy with the performance… She'd never forgive him if he gave them anything less than a 10.

"10 out of 10," he grumbled.

The crowd went wild. "MOSTLY CLASSIC TRIO!" they cheered, until eventually it only became: "TRI-O! TRI-O! TRI-O!"

America ran onstage, a few crew members stumbling after him, showing that they had attempted to restrain him. "Wait, dudes, that's not fair!"

"In vhat vay?" questioned Austria. "I see no cheating."

"You guys didn't sign up for the show!" America showed him the registration form. "See?"

"Who cares?" Prussia looked to the audience. "They loved it!" He turned to the audience. "So, our winners are–"

Denmark tackled Prussia from behind. "They didn't sign up for the show, so technically, they shouldn't win!"

Prussia winced, but kicked the blond off and rolled away. "Security!" he shouted.

Several security guards poured onstage and hauled away the two nations kicking and screaming.

"Vell, zat vas very unawesome!" Prussia said with a grin.

The audience gave a small cheer of support.

"So, our vinners for tonight are…"

The audience held their breath.

"…THE MOSTLY CLASSICAL TRIO!"

A roar of applause erupted.

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