Ch1: Diva

A/N: Written in- like what, 5 minutes? Meh. I swear I'll update 'Your mom' soon though! For now, enjoy this drabble; probably more to come~.

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"You got me begging you for mercy~,"

Oh gawd.

"Why won't you release me~?"

He just wouldn't STOP. Germany was used to incessant singing, his ally was Italy after all. But at least Feliciano would quietly sing about useless things like pasta or pretty German girls or pizza or pretty German guys (at that point, Ludwig would forcibly shut the boy up), topics that were easy to ignore.

"You got me begging you for mercy~!"

Arthur on the other hand...

"I said release me~."

Did he have to sing in falsetto? This had gone on for far too long.

"UK, we'd all appreciate it if-" started the German calmly. He was then interrupted by Arthur breaking into another song.

"I fly like paper, get high like planes~,"

"Britain please!" This time it was France who silenced him.

"Let's humour the boy!" whispered Francis light-heartedly. "His chansons are très distracting, we were all getting bored anyway, oui?"

Sighing, Germany slumped in his seat. Looks like it was going to be another one of those meetings...

"All I wanna do is~," here, England made shooting motions in the air. "And a," here he cocked his finger-gun, "take your money~!"

At this point, other countries began to cheer the seemingly oblivious UK on.

"Like OMG Arth! You are like totally awesome!" Poland then tried to sing along, but stopped after he saw Vietnam's cute shoes.

"Should I give up, or should I just keep chasin' pavements~!"

"Go for it jerk-UK!" added Sealand, an impish grin on his face and a camcorder in his hands.

"Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love~...you cut me open~." at this, Arthur had somehow gotten atop of the world conference table and was now clutching theatrically at his chest. "You cut me opeeeen~..."

BANG!

"Sorry I'm late everyone," announced America, slamming the door open, like he always did. "Hey, what's going on?"

And then the singing stopped. All the countires went back to their seats, and a flustered UK returned to his chair beside Alfred's.

"So what'd I miss UK?" America nudged the suddenly silent Brit, Germany droning away in the background.

Reddening, Arthur pushed the younger country away. He watched out of the corner of his eye as America began to pout, and then turn to bother his brother Matthew.

Still, old habits die hard. Arthur sang a tune under his breath.

"You'll be my American boy, American boy~..."

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Kolkolkolkol...if you've watched the Grammys this year you should know why I chose these songs! (Seriously, the amount of Brit! divas this year is astounding.)