Holding Out For a Hero 3/3
anonymous
June 2 2009, 02:38:30 UTC
England felt his inner punk responding to the repeated chorus. He wouldn’t, he refused…!
“Are you, like, dancing?” asked Poland. “Or like, having a seizure? ‘Cause it could totally go either way.”
“I think he’s dancing, aru,” said China, though he didn’t sound entirely sure.
“Of course I’m sodding dancing!” exclaimed England. “You dance too, Wang, I know you do!” With that, he seized China’s hands and attempted to get the other nation to rock out.
“Aiiiyaaaaah!” China screeched. “I will not dance with you, opium!”
“Opium?” asked England.
“Aru,” China corrected himself, looking slightly nervous.
America, however, seized everyone’s attention by grabbing the microphone, tilting it to the side and pointing at the crowd. “ Up where the mountains meet the heavens above--out where the lightning splits the sea-- I would swear that there's someone somewhere, watching me!” A couple of the trumpet players, squinting at the score, managed to make out their parts and started playing. America beamed at them. “Through the wind end the chill and the rain, and the storm and the flood, I can feel his approach like the fire in my blooo-oood!”
“Like the fire in my blood,” chorused North Italy, Germany and France, France adding jazz hands for good measure. “Like the fire in my blood, like the fire in my blood, like the fire in my- aaaaaah!”
“I need a hero!” America reminded them all, the three nations echoing him with enthusiasm. “I’m holding out for a hero-”
“Hero!” chorused the three back-up singer nations. Austria wanted to turn and see if Germany had started doing jazz hands to and decided that he was better off not knowing. At least everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves and America did have a good voice. After dithering a bit more, Austria just kept playing. Everyone not engaged in playing was dancing and that was the point of a ball. Austria reminded himself to go look for an etiquette book on what to do if waltzes suddenly devolved into mosh pits. It would be nice to have protocol in case this happened again.
“I need a hero!” America began again.
‘I need an ettiquette book’ Austria thought morosely, and played the chorus seventeen more times. Still, if this was the stuff Beethoven was supposed to say when he rolled over to tell Tchaikovsky the news, it wasn't bad.
A/N: I'm so sorry! D: I saw the prompt and wrote and posted without seeing that someone else had claimed it and, got to the third bit when I saw the other comments! I'm sorry! D:
Re: Holding Out For a Hero 3/3
anonymous
June 2 2009, 05:13:32 UTC
*tosses roses at the feet of Alfred and author!anon* I read this on a whim, but I don't mind telling you that the image of Alfred up there rocking the song, rocking the stage, rocking the crowd--well, that was more than a bit of a turn on for me. ♥
This part made me laugh:
"Hm?" asked Greece, looking up from a cat he'd found wandering around Austria's house. "I was thinking of the death of Socrates. What do you want?"
"He wants you to defeat the rising odds," said Japan.
And this part made me d'aww:
“I will sing with America!” exclaimed Northern Italy, grabbing Germany. “And you too, Germany! We must hold out for a hero!”
Brava! (Also, I'm not OP or any of the claiming anons, but I'm of the opinion that one never has to apologize for a fill--especially not when it's as charming as this one!)
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anonymous
June 2 2009, 11:34:59 UTC
Why anon, I do believe I love you! This made me laugh so much as I read it!
I love the bit with Greece and Japan as well as the bit when England dragged China out to dance and ended up being called opium. Never apologise for bringing us such awesomeness!
“Are you, like, dancing?” asked Poland. “Or like, having a seizure? ‘Cause it could totally go either way.”
“I think he’s dancing, aru,” said China, though he didn’t sound entirely sure.
“Of course I’m sodding dancing!” exclaimed England. “You dance too, Wang, I know you do!” With that, he seized China’s hands and attempted to get the other nation to rock out.
“Aiiiyaaaaah!” China screeched. “I will not dance with you, opium!”
“Opium?” asked England.
“Aru,” China corrected himself, looking slightly nervous.
America, however, seized everyone’s attention by grabbing the microphone, tilting it to the side and pointing at the crowd. “ Up where the mountains meet the heavens above--out where the lightning splits the sea-- I would swear that there's someone somewhere, watching me!” A couple of the trumpet players, squinting at the score, managed to make out their parts and started playing. America beamed at them. “Through the wind end the chill and the rain, and the storm and the flood, I can feel his approach like the fire in my blooo-oood!”
“Like the fire in my blood,” chorused North Italy, Germany and France, France adding jazz hands for good measure. “Like the fire in my blood, like the fire in my blood, like the fire in my- aaaaaah!”
“I need a hero!” America reminded them all, the three nations echoing him with enthusiasm. “I’m holding out for a hero-”
“Hero!” chorused the three back-up singer nations. Austria wanted to turn and see if Germany had started doing jazz hands to and decided that he was better off not knowing. At least everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves and America did have a good voice. After dithering a bit more, Austria just kept playing. Everyone not engaged in playing was dancing and that was the point of a ball. Austria reminded himself to go look for an etiquette book on what to do if waltzes suddenly devolved into mosh pits. It would be nice to have protocol in case this happened again.
“I need a hero!” America began again.
‘I need an ettiquette book’ Austria thought morosely, and played the chorus seventeen more times. Still, if this was the stuff Beethoven was supposed to say when he rolled over to tell Tchaikovsky the news, it wasn't bad.
A/N: I'm so sorry! D: I saw the prompt and wrote and posted without seeing that someone else had claimed it and, got to the third bit when I saw the other comments! I'm sorry! D:
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Love how you referenced Susan Boyle in there.
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This part made me laugh:
"Hm?" asked Greece, looking up from a cat he'd found wandering around Austria's house. "I was thinking of the death of Socrates. What do you want?"
"He wants you to defeat the rising odds," said Japan.
And this part made me d'aww:
“I will sing with America!” exclaimed Northern Italy, grabbing Germany. “And you too, Germany! We must hold out for a hero!”
Brava! (Also, I'm not OP or any of the claiming anons, but I'm of the opinion that one never has to apologize for a fill--especially not when it's as charming as this one!)
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I love the bit with Greece and Japan as well as the bit when England dragged China out to dance and ended up being called opium. Never apologise for bringing us such awesomeness!
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I had his goofy, happy grin plastered on my face all the time xDD
THANK YOU SO SO MUCH <3
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