Hetalia x Reader Songfics

The Stereotype Song - Hetalia

The Stereotype Song

(Y/N) walked into the world meeting, her headphones stuck in her ears. She bopped her head to the beat, mouthing the lyrics.

"Hey, (Y/N)! (Y/N)!" yelled a female voice. Ignoring her, (Y/N) continued listening to her favorite song. Getting impatient with her, someone tugged her headphones out of her ears and yelled, "Oi! (C/N)!"

Standing in front of (Y/N) was her best friend, Gillian. AKA, the country of Croatoa. A mischievous glint was in Gillian's eyes, making (Y/N) get a bad feeling in her stomach.

She quickly grabbed the other girl's iPod, and ran to the front of the room. Giant speakers stood at the front of the room, and Gillian quickly worked on getting (Y/N)'s iPod hooked up to them.

Gillian yelled out to the world (quite literally), "Hey guys! Let's find out what music (C/N) likes!" Said girl ran to the front of the room, pleading with her best friend, but to no avail.

Gillian gave her friend a smirk, pressing play on a song she knew would get a reaction. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she heard the unmistakable first lines of--

You know, I always thought stereotypes were kinda ridiculous!

So I wrote a song about it!

And it goes a little something like this.

The Stereotype Song.

I think I love you more,

Than the Japanese love tentacle porn!

And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance,

To these stereotypes!

Japan, who had been sat in the corner, began blushing and sank slowly down in his seat. The other countries sat forward, intrigued.

Let's come together and live in this world,

Like a unibrow on an Indian girl!

And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance.

To these stereotypes!

In his chair, India was fingering the area between his eyebrows. I don't have a unibrow, do I?

Check it out now!

I love those fat Americans,

You know they so obnoxious,

They always eating burgers,

They always holding shotguns.

The other countries looked to America, who was laughing nervously as he hid a burger and a shotgun behind his back.

And I love Mexicans,

The way they mow my lawn,

They all got a hundred kids 'cuz they don't know how to put a condom on!

Mexico huffed sharply and crossed her arms. She muttered to herself, "It's sad but true."

Oh!

'Cuz that's the way they roll!

You gotta go big like an Israeli nose!

You ever buy a pint for an Irish guy and
they're out of control like a Chinese driver!

Israel quickly covered his nose when he felt the gaze of other countries. Ireland simply cracked a smile, he knew it was true. China stomped his foot in outrage, "Aiyah! I am not an out of control driver!"