The trio were hanging out on the kitchen floor eating ice cream.
"Yooo Nada, what's your vocal range?" America asked. Canada shrugged.
"I dunno," Canada said.
"Test it! Sing the highest note you can!" America asked. Canada took a deep breath, and sang an E5.
"..... holy sh*t dude," Mexico said.
"How low Can you sing?!" America asked. Canada proceeded to sing an E2
"Umm........ so your voice is pretty much impossible," Mexico said.
"Cool," Canada said.
"Cool? That's it? You have an amazing range dude, it's a shame we're not a band anymore....," America said.
"Especially since I've been writing songs...," Mexico said.
"Guys, I dunno... it's not even the preforming thing that's scary anymore. What if we get big and people start... idolizing me?" Canada asked, the mere thought of it making him flinch.
"Hmmmm..... Mex, you're a great singer, why don't you be the lead singer instead?" America asked. Mexico shrugged.
"Because I don't want to," Mexico said.
"Hmm..... and I'm better at rapping and Country-ing..... and there's no way I'm getting stardom for that.... ugggghhhhh why can't more people enjoy good country music rather than make fun of the bad country music?!?" America exclaimed. Mexico shrugged.
"Sounds like a you problem," Mexico said.
"Ouch, my heart, and also, what if we just bring in alternate dimension Canada, and he can be the singer instead?" America asked.
"I'd be ok with that," Canada said. And so, the trio went on an inter-dimensional kidnapping, and took Canada from the personality flip dimension. Now, they were standing in the living room around a tied-up Alt Canada with a bag over his head.
"Ugh, another kidnapping? If you wanted an autograph you could've just told me," Alt Canada said.
"Actually, we need your help," America said, taking the bag off Alt Canada's head.
"Ohhh It's you three! What's the problem dear?" Alt Canada asked.
"Us and two other countries were in a band, but Nada didn't really have the confidence to go onstage. We want to get the band back together, but we don't want to force Nada to do something he doesn't want to do.... can you be our singer?" Mexico asked. Alt Canada glanced over at Canada.
"Of COURSE not! You've got this freakishly talented and handsome man and you're not going to push him out of his comfort zone? I'll tell you what, I'll be moral support, and Canada will be lead singer. Maybe I'll teach you how to act like a star while I'm at it, you might need the help," Alt Canada exclaimed.
"Well... Nada? How does that sound?" America asked.
"Umm.... I'll try my best?" Canada said.
"That's what I like to hear! Let's go boys!" Alt Canada exclaimed.
"Time to get this band back together!" America exclaimed.
"You guys are getting the band back together?!?" Hollywood exclaimed, when the Heart Poppin Bois arrived at his office.
"Yeah," America said.
"Awesome!! Well, the music room is always open to you three! Go ahead! Get creative!" Hollywood exclaimed. The HPBs spent the rest of a long a** time writing a new song. They decided to go pop this time, because why not? It's hip with the kids nowadays. After the writing, recording, refining and re-recording, the song was ready for the public.
And weeks later, it was a hit
A bop
A banger
A whatever the kids say
The trio were hanging out at home with Alt Canada, who was on the phone with Alt America.
"I know, I know........ I'm BUSY............... just go have fun with Mexico or something.............. I'll be home soooooon........... ok byeeeeeeeeee," Alt Canada said into the phone before hanging up.
"Ugh, brothers, amiright?" Alt Canada said. Canada just politely chuckled. Meanwhile, Mexico and America were losing their minds over how good they were doing.
"Heck yeah! We're topping the charts!" America exclaimed.
"Wait.... do the humans know about this?" Mexico asked. America shook his head.
"No, the void has It's own music charts, mostly dominated by just human music. But since we released our song to the void, we're beating all the humans! Maybe because it's cool that countries are making music too?" America said.
Meanwhile, in the ghost realm, Aztec, Soviet, and Ancien's head were trying their best to hold in their laughter as they played the HPBs song on repeat from a hidden loudspeaker, watching as the other ghosts were frantically trying to find the source of the noise.
Meanwhile, back in the void, Hollywood threw a party at his mansion to celebrate the success of the HPBs. There were people in fancy clothing, fancy foods, fancy drinks, and the HPBs and their moral support were in the center. Everyone was crowding around them and congratulating them, meanwhile Canada was feeling like going home.
"Would any of you care for some drinks?" A waitress asked, holding a plate full of champagne glasses.
"Oh, I can't drink," Canada said shyly.
"But I sure can!" Alt Canada exclaimed, taking a champagne glass. Canada smiled, but excused himself to a corner. Everyone loved Alt Canada and his extroverted personality, and Canada felt trapped, and unwanted. America walked up to him.
"Hey bro... is everything ok?" America asked.
"I wanna go home," Canada said. America nodded.
"California's house is right next door. I'll ask him to give you the keys, and you can chill out there and watch tv... is that ok with you?" America asked. Canada nodded.
"Ok," Canada said. And that night, while the rest of Canada's friends were drunk on the mansion floor, Canada was chilling out at California's house.
"You doin' ok Uncle Nada? Ame said you looked sick," California asked.
"I'm good, just tired," Canada said.
"Yeah... well, go ahead and rest up! You have a big day ahead of you!" California exclaimed. Canada sighed, remembering the concert was tomorrow.
The next night, everyone was getting ready for the big performance. The crowd was insane, the speakers were blaring, and Canada was backstage contemplating running away.
"Hey, maple leaf, what's wrong?" Alt Canada asked.
"I-I..... why don't you perform instead! You're cooler than me anyway!" Canada exclaimed. Alt Canada started at Canada incredulously.
"No! You're going up there! You're awesome, remember?!" Alt Canada exclaimed.
"I-I...," Canada stuttered.
"Fine! You're just a little baby with NO TALENT!" Alt Canada exclaimed.
"H-hey! I have talent!" Canada exclaimed.
"THEN PROVE IT LOSER!" Alt Canada exclaimed. Canada started tearing up.
"I'M NOT A LOSER!" Canada exclaimed. Canada ran onto stage, tears in his eyes, and hyped up the crowd. He preformed his song with a burning passion, sending chills through the audience when he hit the high notes with ease. When it was over, Canada stumbled back backstage, and was greeted by Alt Canada who was smiling ear to ear.
"You did it! I'm so proud of you!" Alt Canada exclaimed.
"You.... you tricked me! You never meant what you said, didn't you?" Canada exclaimed.
"Of course! I'd never call us a loser! We're awesome!" Alt Canada exclaimed.
"Well! I think we all know what this means!" Mexico exclaimed.
"TACO PARTY!"
