American Idiot

So this was inspired by a comment by Troker 101 in YouTube. It's not the best, but I had to write it. I'm using the countries human names. Wrote this on my tablet, so that's why there are no indents, sorry.

I do not own Hetalia, it belongs to Himaruya sempi, however, I do own a grumpy cat shirt, it's beautiful.

Alfred slid down the hallway in his socks, rocking out on an air guitar to something he was listening to on his iPod. Politicians ignored him, it was usual for him to rock out to songs as he went.

"Don't wanna be an American idiot.

Don't want a nation under the new mania

And can you hear the sound of hysteria?

The subliminal mind fuck America."

Suddenly, somehow, the song started playing so everyone could hear it, with Alfred singing along. Now they were surprised, he never sang, our had music playing out loud. Some looked horrified at the display, some confused, and more smiled because they loved the song. Alfred sang along with the next verse as well,

" Welcome to a new kind of tension.

All across the alienation.

Where everything isn't meant to be okay.

Television dreams of tomorrow."

He smiled and continued.

"We're not the ones who're meant to follow.

For that's enough to argue."

More people started to gather, watching as their country sang and danced through the halls, surprisingly well, to the song.

" Well maybe I'm the faggot America."

Everyone was taken aback and surprised as Alfred pulled a certain green eyed bushy browed sweetheart of his from a doorway and into a kiss. Arthur, who had just come from a meeting, needless to say was very surprised.

"I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.

Now everybody do the propaganda."

He threw an old piece of paper that had a drawing of the 13 colonies rattle snake on it. England caught it and looked a little pained.

"And sing along to the age of paranoia."

Alfred's grin dropped at this line, thinking about how paranoid everyone was about everything, whether it was terrorist attacks or someone letting their child walk to a friend's house. The music break started and he regained his smile and danced as he went, at one point even stopping and break dancing.

As the music break ended, he reached the oval office with the president standing in the door way.

" Welcome to a new kind of tension."

He started to sing to the president.

"All across the alienation.

Where everything isn't meant to be okay."

He shook a finger in the president's face.

"Television dreams of tomorrow.

We're not the ones who're meant to follow.

For that's enough to argue."

Much to the surprise of everyone who had followed their country, the president joined Alfred on the next verse.

" Don't want to be an American idiot.

One nation controlled by the media."

The president glanced at the paparazzi that had somehow shown up, maybe someone had called them.

"Information age of hysteria.

It's calling out to idiot America."

It really was a comical sight, two men dressed in high quality suits, one without shoes, rocking out to a song like "American idiot." The president and Alfred wrapped and arm around each others shoulders and belted out the final verse.

" Welcome to a new kind of tension.

All across the alienation.

Where everything isn't meant to be okay."

Alfred shook his finger at the president.

"Television dreams of tomorrow.

We're not the ones who're meant to follow.

For that's enough to argue."

Somehow Alfred got an electric guitar, and played the final solo. There was silence for a few moments before everyone started clapping. Alfred looked shocked, he was so into it he hadn't noticed the crown that had gathered.

"Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot!"

Alfred spun around to see his brother Matthew and Francis standing there grinning.

Well that was fun, thank you for reading this little one-shot I did, I haven't written in a long time , and this was nice! Au revoir my dears!

~Wolf