A/N: Okay dudes, this is my very first Hetalia Fanfiction, so no flames please! Please note that English is not my native language (if you are wondering, Chinese is), so excuse me for any bad grammar, okay? Constructive criticism is welcome!

And now, onward with the story!

The stereotype song: how it came about

By Infinite IceFire

Part 1- Japan

I think I love you more

Than the Japanese love tentacle porn

And we shall d-d-dance to these stereotypes

"Japan?" Germany frowned as he walked down the silent hallways, searching for the Asian country. This was uncharacteristic of the small Japanese man. He was never late for morning training. Well… except for that one time he was excused from having an outing with all his siblings. Germany still could not forget that haunted look on Japan's usually stoic face when he returned. Heaven knows what had happened to put Japan into such trauma.

"Verdammt, vhere is he?" Germany mumbled as he pushed open door after door, frown becoming more and more pronounced after each empty room. He scowled deeply as he stood in front of the last door. If Japan was not inside, he was giving up and returning to training. After all, he was already late. Italy would probably already be slacking off, picking flowers and perhaps sleeping off precious time. With a small growl, Germany pushed open the door and found Japan sitting on the floor, his eyes glued to the TV screen in front of him.

"JAPAN!" Germany hollered, eyes flashing. Slacking off training to watch television? Wait till he gets Japan onto the training field…

Japan jumped up, alarmed. His brown eyes widened as his face turned scarlet. Had Germany seen what he was looking at? If he had… Japan gulped. He will have to commit seppuku. He cannot live with that kind of shame…

"Japan, vhy on earth are you here?" Germany barked, glaring at the furiously blushing Japanese man.

"Gomen-sai Germany-san. I am truly sorry. Please forgive me… gomen-sai…" Japan apologized rapidly as he bowed 120 degrees, wincing as his back creaked.

"I am disappointed, Japan. How could you sacrifice training time to vatch… vhat is zat?" Germany's eyes widened as he finally realized what was going on.

Holy crap.

Germany turned the same shade of scarlet as Japan, both resembling the overripe tomatoes Romano was always munching on. He knew Japan liked erotica, but… this? It was nothing short of the things he always… Germany blushed even redder, if that was possible.

"Vell… get dressed… I'll see you on the training field… later…don't you dare try… to disembowel yourself…" Germany muttered, ducking out of the doorframe as fast as he could, leaving behind a very, very red-faced, shamed Japan, the TV still blaring tentacle porn…

*End of Part 1*

A/N: Yay! First chapter done! Please R&R, and look out for the next part: India unexpectedly turns up at the world meeting, sparks will fly!