Previously on TEAM BAND: Hong Kong and Sealand decided to create the best amazing band ever that would beat Gangnum Style. Dragging Latvia and Iceland and forced to take Ladonia, they made their first music video, 'ihatemylife .co .uk'. It got 100 views with 2 likes over the course of a year. Hong Kong has also forced Netherlands to market their song, making him take more weed than he needed and forcing Denmark to buy the shit album and smoke weed with him. AND THAT IS WHAT YOU MISSED ON TEAM BAND.

Sealand sat in England's house, bored out of his mind and wanting to shoot his brother's eyebrows off because to be honest, they were asking to be shot off the man's greasy forehead. "England, England, my band is like so much better than your bands. Like we're so much better than that crappy two dictation or something, soooo much better."

"That nice, brat." England sipped his tea with his pinkie up; he wasn't listening to the brat.

"Can we enter Eurovision this year?" Sealand asked suddenly. "We'll help you win for once in your existence."

"Whatever." Sealand smirked and ran off to his computer to inform his band members.

"Guys! We're entering Eurovision!" Sealand wrote in an email.

"Oh shit, we're going to die." Latvia replied back.

Later that week, they all stayed over at Sweden's house where they decided that 3 am was the most perfect time to practice their new song, 'So much better than One Direction.' Iceland had also decided it was a good idea to steal Norway's equipment to make his agro-tech music so their new song now contained techo, screaming and out of the beat drums and a triangle.

"No Sealand, you can't just be randomly smacking that triangle at every second, you have to have a beat. Dumbass!" Ladonia shouted half-way through the song.

"Oh you can talk, you're just stomping your feet and hand everywhere and hoping it creates noise. Asswipe!"

"Shut your fat mouth you monobrowed freak!" Ladonia shouted at his younger brother.

"I'll kill you!" Sealand screamed in a high pitched voice before charging at the other boy, they began to lightly slap at each other, not looking at where they were hitting. They continued this whilst making grunting and whining for the next ten minutes with Hong Kong, Iceland and Latvia watching the scene in silence.

Ladonia huffed and stomped out, kicking the paint tins. "That's it! I quit this band! I'm going to make my own songs with One Direction and Justin Beiber and it's going to sooo much better than yours!" Ladonia charged out of the garage into the dark night when there was a murderer loose.

"But Justin Beiber sucks ass!" Iceland shouted out at Ladonia.

"Whose Justin Beiber?" Latvia asked everyone, receiving worried stares from his band mates.

"Do you literally not know who any artist is?" Hong Kong replied; Latvia shrugged his shoulders. "I am surrounded with like, the worse people to be band mates with. No knowledge of fashion or music."

Tino came down and asked the boys to be quiet, this upset Iceland and he decided it would be better to go to Norway's house. Tino kicked them out eagerly. "Go on; go give someone else a headache, okay. Thanks, bye." Tino shut the garage door on all of the boys, leaving them all in the freezing Finnish winter with only their pyjamas on. Tino then kicked Ladonia out of the house with a bunch of Sweden's paint tins.

"Did you go inside?" Sealand asked his half-brother.

"Well, of course. There's a murderer out here." Ladonia replied. They all decided to head to Norway's house that was led by Iceland and Sealand. For some reason there was an old creepy man following the load of young boys, heaving and coughing loudly. Sealand's chav mode activated and he began to shout and swear at the old man, pulling out a toy knife, the man ran away from fear and kept in his house for the rest of the night.

When they arrived at Norway's house, Norway was completely naked. "Norway, we're going to be in the garage practicing for Eurovision." Iceland spoke, he was the only one who wasn't disturbed that his older brother was completely naked in front of them with a butt plug inside of him and collar around his neck. They entered into the garage and set up their band, playing loudly and badly until Denmark came down in a silky red robe and threw packets of bacon at all of the boys, telling them all to shut the fuck up.

When the week of Eurovision arrived, they all stayed in Sweden's house because Sweden didn't really have a say on it. Hong Kong got a phone call from his brother Korea. "Hey Hong Kong! Can I join your band? I can make you famous in Korea!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO KOREA ALLOW!" Hong Kong hung up and created an answer machine with the speech 'NO KOREA ALLOW' on it.

They arrived at the stadium where Eurovision was held, finding out they were the last to perform, TEAM BAND panicked. "I knew I should have stood up to you guys when you forced me into this band. God we're so shit." Latvia cried, having a panic attack from stage fright.

"We should just back down now." Iceland spoke, looking green in the face. None of the band member could tell if that was his face paint or his actual skin.

"Nobody is going to quit!" A voice was behind them all, it was Netherlands and as usual, he was high as fuck. "You guys made me go into hospital from weed over dose, if any of your guys quit, I'll fucking kill you all."

"Bunny man is right, we need to like, play and be awesome!" Hong Kong replied, they all cheer and go out to play. Luckily everyone was too drunk to tell that the song was really really bad and they all decided to vote for them. However, Sweden was hiding his face when various countries were asking if Sealand and Ladonia were his sons and said they weren't.

During the voting, it was shown that TEAM BAND were in the lead, making Sweden say that Sealand was his son, then Ladonia and for some reason, Latvia was his son too, and Iceland and Hong Kong. When TEAM BAND won, Sweden declared they were all his sons which made every feel uncomfortable because they didn't look related.

After Eurovision, they split up and nobody ever mentioned TEAM BAND ever again. The end.

(AN: How the hell did you read all the way through this terrible writing? Here have a cookie, you need it.)