2p! Hetalia x reader: Kidnapped!

Snob Austria x Punk!Reader

"Hey! Y/n! You ready to rock the competition?"

"You bet i am Gil." Your band had entered the annual music competition that was held at your school. the usual people to enter were rich classical music enthusiasts like Roderich Edelstein.  That rich snob won nearly every year. Sure, you guys weren't planning to win, the real reason you had entered was to piss him off. The Bad Touch Trio usually did this, and since you were a member you found this tradition hilarious. His reactions were so funny! One time, you had filled the inside of his piano with shaving cream. He majorly flipped out. 

"Vhat are you going to do? yell at zhem?" an obnoxious voice called out. Roderich was walking towards the stage, where everyone was gathered.

"Oh very funny. What are you going to do? send everyone to sleep. I think Heracles would like that." you reply back, with Francis and Antonio sniggering behind you, and Gilbert tuning his bass. The austrian blushes furiously, and turns to leave towards the seats, where he sits at the back.

Timeskip cos i can~

"Thank you Roderich. Who can top that? Next up, the final band, the er... Bad Touch Trio." The announcer called out.  the audience were in tears at Roderich's piece. he waltzed off the stage with a snobbish aura, like a silent challenge to take him on. You ignore him, and continue onto the stage. Antonio sits behind his drums, and Francis and Gil set up their guitars. You, on the other hand, introduce the band.

"Hi! Im Y/n, this is Gil on base, Francis on electric guitar, and Antonio on drums. Together we are the Bad Touch Trio."

"Can't you see? There are 4 of you." a familiar voice yells from the back.

"Well done! you can count! The names honourary. Anyways, we are the BTT and we are here to deliver a message, you might say.so, this ones for you, Roddy! Here we go!"

You start playing.

I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And you're still probably working
At a nine to five pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
And did it ever get you far
You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are

And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell

Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell

ok, we're royally pissing people off now. The Bad Touch knew that this was a Classical music competition, but Come on! everyone's expressions were too funny. Except Roderich's. his eyes were... filled with regret, or something. Hmm odd.

Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
You can't look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
Then you're the fool, I'm just as well
Hope it gives you hell

When you hear this song
I hope that it will treat you well

You can sing along

I hope that it puts you through hell~

Pandemonium breaks out. You're escorted ( read shoved) off stage whilst the audience screams for our disqualification. Who cares? It was worth it! you all go back stage and start laughing.

"Oh man. Did you see that one guys face. He was all like, da fuq?"

"Oui! zhat was bien!"

"Si"

"Hey, Y/n you doing anything later?" Gilbert asks.

"Nah. Why?"

"Ve're going to get some stuff from zhe pub. You in?" you shake your head.

"Not tonight. I'm gonna stay at home and play for a while." they shrug, and leave.

"Did you really mean that? I mean, all zhat you vrote?" a quiet voice asks. From the shadows you can seem Roderich sulking in a corner.

"Aww. why? did it upset you?" he doesn't reply, but comes closer. For a while, you stare at each-other in silence. Then, without warning, his lips crash onto yours. You practically melt into his embrace.

"ich liebe dich Y/n"

"But... what?"

"Vhy do you think i hate you hanging out vith them. Especially that demon douche Gilbert."

"Really? You were jealous?" he nods, and you tightly hug.

"I love you too."

Extended ending.~

"Did you get all of it?"

"Ja~ zis is so going on youtube!"

"Ohonhonhonhon~"