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hetalia2011-03-29 04:19 am
[Fic] Music of the World 1/?
Title: Music of the World
Author/Artist: Mirianna16
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia/America but the pairings will change.
Rating: T
Warnings: French words! And Lovino's bad mouth.
Summary: Feliciano Vargas was a former glee club star and is now given the task of transforming a bunch of misfits at the prestigious Wolrd Academy into a real group of singers. His first task is to find a male singer who can match up with diva Alfred. His prayers are answered when he hears the school's football quarterback, Ivan, as he sings in the shower.
Author's Notes: A Glee/Hetalia mash-up? Be ready for some serious madness! Thank You DaLa for the help with the cast, and my Beta Reader Nekoyoukai13. Songs title and link to youtube at the end of chapter. Enjoy ~!
Disclaimer: Glee not mine, Hetalia neither, the song even less.
Feliciano had always been a bubbly easy going teacher. Even if he was rather petite, a constant aura of joy seemed to beam around him. He was driving an old beat down car, but inside, the Italian was tapping happily on his steering wheel, humming a tune blasting from his radio-cassette player. Today was going to be a great day, he could feel it. Parking in his usual spot behind the famous World Academy, the brunette slammed the door of his car, still humming the song he would probably have stuck in his head all day long. Next to the outside pool, a few boys from the football team were pushing around a long haired blond.
"Like, stop that!"
Halting next to the boys, the teacher smiled, looking at everybody.
"Ve~! Everything fine here?"
The tallest of the gang stepped up, and the teacher recognized him as Ivan, the scary quarter back. His platinum hair and the crazy aura around him were too familiar to the small teacher and they made him shiver. The Italian tried to stare back at the tall player.
"Da sir."
The smile that appeared on the Russian's face almost made the poor Feli cry, but steeling himself he kept looking at the (way taller than him) boy.
"How's your Spanish homework coming along ve~?"
"Almost done sir !"
"Time to see how 'wet' pussy boy can get!"
The big eye brow linebacker smiled, creeping toward the trembling Polish blond. All about him screamed punk rebel. Next to Ivan, they where the bad-asses bullies from the school. And their favourite target, Feliks was now waiting for his daily push in the pool.
"Like, don't do t-that I don't have my spare uniform!"
The bullies resumed pushing around poor Feliks despise his protests (his whining). A splash could be heard just when the Italian teacher got in the building. Shaking his head, he dragged himself to his office. Maybe today wouldn't be so great.
Spanish class was as usual. Most of his students were asleep, the others texting or drawing in their books. Even if Feli did his best to look enthusiastic and energetic, nothing seemed to shake them from their torpor. He could read the boredom in Ivan's eyes. The boy was mumbling back the sentences he was supposed to repeat. Feli was a great teacher and he knew it. Sometimes he would get one or two student in his class that were really interested by the language he was trying to teach to these youngsters. Still, he missed the flame that used to burn within him when he was a new teacher. Though he really didn't know what to do to get the spark back.
In another classroom, Remus was playing a song on the piano. Next to him, a shy Asian boy started to sing. A glower of malice flickered in the eye of the teacher as he gently caressed the boy. Little did he know, an angry American was standing outside the door spying on them.
"I will sue him for public indecency !"
Making a quick addition on his precious calculator, Hildemir's eyes widened in horror. It would ruin the school. Knowing Alfred, the little brat would make his dads extort the very last penny of the establishment over this stupid law suit. Better just fire the music teacher. Plus Glee club was lame. Art. Teaching kids about having dreams and other rebellious stuff. No, better just shut the program down.
It was break time and Feli just wanted one thing ; pasta and coffee. Make that two things. But the Italian was currently looking at a coffee machine without a pot. That was a big problem.
"What happened to the pot ?"
Sighing and yawning, Antonio stared at the machine as if only the hot beverage could saved him from the nap his genes asked for. Feli giggled and look back at the Spaniard with a cute pout on his lips. He really didn't know.
"Hey losers! I brought coffee."
Entering the room with cups from Starbucks, Lovino Vargas, Feliciano older brother, seemed to be radiant.
"In your fucking face, the director cut the budget so my boys could have a week-end in a private camp. Though you looser would need a coffee to go on with your pathetic lives, so here we go!"
Radiant, the Spanish football coach approached his colleague, grabbing a coffee as a life-line.
"Thank you Lovi!"
"Don't call me that bastard!"
"Ve~ Lovino don't be so mean."
"Shut up snort face! I told you to call me Coach Vargas at school"
"Ve~? B-but fratello ..."
"Shut up!"
"Don't."
Turning their heads, the teachers greeted the guidance concellor of the school. Tall, blond, scary, Ludwig wasn't impressed by Lovino's mood. Letting go of the coach's hand, he walked to his usual seat.
"Hola Ludwig!"
Lifting his head the German nodded toward Antonio. Feli waved with enthusiasm toward the blond. He only got a small smile before Ludwig ducked his head. Tugging a cloth out of his pocket, he started to carefully wiped his black leather gloves, examining them with scrutinizing eyes. As if grabbing the Italian arm had ruined them. But really the German was mostly killing the germs that might have attached to his dear beloved gloves. When he seemed satisfied, he took a Wet Wipe and started to clean his corner of the table.
"So, your whining brats got themselves a real coach?"
"Laugh all you want fuck face, we won the cup 6 time in a row, I'm not afraid for this year's trophy."
"Right, and the training camp HAD to be in Brazil?"
"The best player comes from there."
Ludwig snorted.
"Well anyway douches, gotta go get a phone call from the TV station. I might try the new Bluetooth I bought for my Iphone"
"Why don't you swallow it and die?"
"Ah ha, funny potato bastard."
"Didn't see you at the singles' meeting last week and..."
As the tanned man keep on rambling, Feli sat at the table watching the Spaniard chat while Ludwig was sorting out his Tupperware.
"...and so she threw her drink at his face."
Antonio started to laugh. Lifting his head, the German man gave him a confused look. Feli giggled, patting his Spanish friend's arm. Grumbling, the coach took a bite of his sandwich, offended. Turning his gaze to the small brunette, Ludwig asked abruptly.
"Did you heard that Remus was fired ?"
Feli looked up confused.
"Ve~ ! Then who's coaching Glee club ?"
The blond shrugged and bit his perfectly square-cut baby carrot.
"Ve~ Let me coach Glee club !"
Raising a brow, the director stared at the brunette in front of him. Taking his dear calculator, he started to punch numbers furiously. Fidgeting while he waited for the answer, the Spanish teacher felt more nervous after each second passing.
"Sixty dollars."
"... What?"
"It cost me sixty dollars to keep the club open. If I can take that from your salary, you can coach Glee club."
"Ve~ ! F-from my pay?"
"Of course. The Glee club is not like the soccer team. Recruiters from the Brazilian Team where scouting here last year. If the Glee club brings this kind of attention to the school, then I'll start paying for it. Until then, sixty dollars from your paycheck."
The illumination came later that night. Feli was cuddling with Natalya, his high school sweetheart, when it hit him. The club needed a fresh start, and what would be better than giving a new name to the group? Since the school was well known for his international students, the name came naturally ; Music of the World.
The next day, Feli was putting up flyers on the wall and billboard. Pinning a sheet, he stepped back and watched proudly his work.
Join Music of the World and embrace the music !
Satisfied, he skipped to the next billboard.Picking up the pen, Francis wrote his name without hesitation. The big letters took at least four of the lines, but the Frenchmen didn't seem to mind.
Standing in the middle of the stage, the blond stared right at the Italian teacher. With an outrageous french accent, the blond boy smirk and said out loud.
"My name is Francis Bonnefoy I will sing Non, je ne regrette rien d'Édit Piaf"
As the music started, Feli realized with a smile that the Frenchman had rearranged the song. Instead of the cheesy '60 vibe, the song had a touch of jazz. The voice of the blond was impressive. He hit every note, even if they were pretty high for a man.
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé
Under the chic calligraphic name of Francis, came the rather strange name of the boy bullied by the football players the same morning. As he had stated he didn't have a spare uniform, so he had to borrow the one from his friend.
Yet another blond haired boy with long hair stood in the middle of the stage. Feli recognized him has the boy who was pushed into the pool. Maybe that explained why he was wearing the girl uniform (the Italian was sure he had seen the boy wearing the male one this morning). Standing in front of the microphone, one hand on his hip, the other swaying to his side, Feliks sighed.
"Name's Feliks Łukasiewicz and I'm, like, totally here, to sing y'see."
Raising a brow the teacher waited. Without announcement, the music started, and the notes coming out of the blond's mouth impressed, yet again, the Glee coach.
I can't say the words
I feel inside sooooo deep
Cause when the clouds come out
I feel so incooooomplete
Do my best, that's riiiiiiiiiiiiight OOH HOO !
That was impressive.
But I will never say goodbye.
The soft ending made the Italian smile. Perfect.
Grabbing the pen with trembling hands, Matthew wrote his name in tiny letters on the line, before running away. Walking a bit after him toward the billboard, an albino sighed. He knew that the shy boy was very scared of him and it hurt him deeply, since he loved the Canadian so much. Noticing the sheet, he took the pen and added his name under his secret crush.
When the spotlights turned on, Feli was a bit confused. No one stood there. The music started and a voice raised, hitting the room like a wave.
Y'a pas de voiles aux volets de mes frères
Y'a pas d'opale autour de mes doigts
Ni cathédrale où cacher mes prières
Juste un peu d'or autour de ma voix
Je vais les routes et je vais les frontières
Je sens, j'écoute, et j'apprends, je vois
Le temps s'égoutte au long des fuseaux horaires
Je prends, je donne, avais-je le choix?
Tel est mon destin
Je vais mon chemin
Ainsi passent mes heures
Au rythme entêtant des battements de mon coeur.
"Could you move the spot ?"
As they did so, the Italian could finally see a shy blond with wavy hair hugging a plushy polar bear.
"Welcome to Music of the World... Martin ?"
"Matthew..."
Under Matthew's name, was printed in huge script the name of his older brother ; Alfred. Next to the name a gold star was glued. Everyone made fun of him because of these gold stars, but Alfred would become a star one day and he didn't care. To be on top you had to be a cut throat bitch and he wasn't scared to do everything it took to be on the top and to stay there. After all he was the one that got the suspicious Remus kick out of school. And it had nothing to do with the fact that HE didn't get the lead role for the year's play. Smiling to himself, Alfred turned around to walk back to his locker. Too bad he couldn't dodge in time the plate of spaghetti thrown right in his face by the damn English punk.
Stepping forward on the scene was a boy rather full of himself. His smile was as bright as the spot shining on his face. In a booming voice he announced :
"My name is Alfred F. Jones and I will sing Love me Tender from the great Elvis Presley."
Surprised, Feli watched has the usually overly excited blond stood peacefully.
Love me tender, love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.
Love me tender, love me true,
All my dreams fulfill.
For my darlin', I love you,
And I always will.
Love me tender, love me long,
Take me to your heart
For it's there that I belong
And we'll never part
"When are we starting rehearsal ?"
The first rehearsal didn't go well at all in the point of view of the "star" of the club. Alfred was expecting something fabulous, but honestly they sucked. First of all, the albinos kid couldn't dance to save his life. His voice sucked, the song Feliciano had chosen sucked, everything sucked! Gilbert, after being pushed by a rather too enthusiastic blond (who was he again?), hit the wall.
"Enough ! This his not good at all."
Dropping Feliks, Francis nodded. He quite agreed with the annoying American for once. They were terrible. The dancing all around was horrible, they weren't coordinated at all. Picking himself up and limping toward the other glee club members, the albinos tried to look hopeful.
"Ve~? Don't be so hard on Gilbert, his voice only need a little trai-"
"My voice is AWESOME, I don't need training! Just stop pushing me so damn hard and I won't hit the wall! THAT'S un-awesome!"
"NO IT WON'T WORK!"
"And, like, they say I'M the Drama-Queen!"
The Italian was walking up the stadium to meet his pouting star. Alfred was sitting arms crossed, watching the soccer team practice. You could hear Lovino scream through his microphone toward the poor players running on the filed doing the hard training they were asked to do. Sitting a row higher than the blond, Feli sighed.
"Alfred, please bear with me."
"No. I can't. I want to be a star! Everyone makes fun of me. I know what I'm worth and they just ignore it! You have to do something about Gilbert, he can't follow me vocally."
"I'll coach him, he just-"
"No. Find me a lead vocal that can keep up or I quit Glee club."
"FELI!"
Looking down, the Italien saw his good friend Antonio waving at him.
"Principal Beilschmidt wants to see you!"
Feli was discouraged. No one believed in Glee club. The principal decided that he needed the auditorium and almost cancelled the club. The Spanish teacher negotiated that if they made it to Regional the club would stay. Seeing an opportunity, the head of the school added a new condition to keep the club the Italian was so fond of (to top it all). He had to watch detention for free. Feli happily agreed. The only not so cool thing was his wife. He had to tell her...
Natalya was exhausted. She had been working for almost three hours in a row. Three! She had tried to make the dumb Egyptian boy fold sheets for half an hour. He kept whining and telling her this was slavery and he refused to do it. She was about to explode and yell at him that she was going to get a whip if she had to but he would fold the damn thing, when Feli entered the shop.
"Hello bella!"
The teacher kissed her on the lips, a smooch sound audible in the whole store. The long platinum haired girl blushed and hit the brunette on his shoulder.
"Hey. Brought me food?"
"Si!"
"Pasta again? Do you want our future baby to be stupid?"
"Ve~? Why do you say that pupa?"
"You know people who eat tomatoes become stupid!"
"You know it's not true pupa, neither me, my brother or Antonio are stupids!"
The silence that fell was a bit awkward.
"Anyway, I have to tell you something. I will be late for a couple of months I have to watch the kids in detention."
The glare Feli got scared him to no end.
"P-pupa d-don't"
A knife was pressed to his throat before he could finish his sentence. It was incredible that even while standing a few inches taller than his wife, at this moment, he felt much smaller than her.
"I work here four hours a day, three days a week. You are telling me I have to go home and cook dinner on top of that? I'll never get pregnant if I'm too tired"
"B-but..."
"We have a problem..."
"What?"
Ludwig was walking toward the school when he heard a squishing sound. Lowering his eyes, they widened in horror when he realized he had stepped on a tomato. First of all, what the hell was a tomato doing there. Second, oh dear god, his brand new Italian leather shoes. Walking by, Feli cheered up.
"Ludwig, I wanted to talk to you!"
Too shocked, the blond kept staring at his shoes.
"Oooh! Ve~! A tomato! I'll go get Antonio, he will lick it cl-"
"DON'T!'
"Y-you wanted to talk to me?"
Still red, for a different reason though, Ludwig stared at the ground. Using his tie to clean up the shoe, Feli started to talk in his usual cheerful voice.
"Ve~ Tell me Ludwig, how do I recruit more kids for the Glee club?"
"W-well, kids follow the leaders. Get a couple popular kids in the team and the rest will follow."
"Good idea!"
The soccer coach was dusting his trophies, very focused on his task. Talking, caressing and adoring his trophies was one of the few thing the brunette enjoyed. That and ogle his Spanish rival, but he'd die before admitting the later while the former was know by everybody.
"Ve~ Lovi, can I talk to you?"
"No. I'm buzy snort face. Plus I told you to call me-"
"Coach Vargas, I know."
"Fratello, I need your help."
Tear in his eyes, lips trembling and his best kicked puppy-eyes look, Feli hoped his brother wouldn't kick him and listen to his plead instead. A groan escaped the older Vargas throat.
"What?"
The older snapped. He hated it when Feli used his cuteness to get something from him.
"Can I ask some of your soccer players to come join Glee club?"
"Get out. NOW"
Feli had at least convinced Antonio to let him talk to the football players. He had little hope, but might as well try.
"Ok boys gather 'round."
The world wide students all stared at the Spanish teacher and the Spanish coach.
"Listen to Feliciano here."
Flexing his arms with a menacing glare, the Spaniard warned the boys.
"If you do anything stupid, you do laps."
Patting Feli's head he smiled to the smaller man.
Breathing to give himself courage, Feli smile and look at the athletes in front of him.
"C-ciao! I'm h-here to recruit for Glee club. M-music is c-cool and I'm sure some of you are full of t-talent. I-I p-put up a sheet at the d-d-door if you want to sign in. To g-get in."
Most of the footballers looked bored. Well at least he had tried.
"T-thank you Antonio."
Slapping gently his friend on the arm he noticed something.
"Ve~! You got big arms suddenly! You started bench pressing again?"
Blushing the Spaniard nodded. Truth is he got a little something from ex-coach of the Glee club, who also happened to be a great friend.
The sign up sheet didn't have any names of the boys from the football team. Only stupids names like: Butt Twad, Pasta Bastard, and least but not last Penis. There was little hope left in Feli's mind. How could he get the popular kids in the Glee club ?
Even when the thunder and storm begins
I'll be standing strong like a tree in the wind
Nothing is gonna move this mountain or change my direction
I'm falling off the sky and I'm all alone
The courage that's inside is gonna break my fall
Nothing is gonna dim my light within
But if I keep going on it will never be impossible
Not today.
Cause I got something to believe in
As long as I'm breathing
There is not a limit to what I can dream
Cause I got something to believe in
Mission to keep climbing
Nothing else can stop me if I just believe
And I believe in me.
Link to the videos add the youtube adress, plus watch?v= then the numbers.
France Non, je ne regrette rien Édith Piaf Q3Kvu6Kgp88
Pologne I Don't Wanna Leave Lidia Kopania CKtPrmYuyzc
Canada Destin Céline Dion cdRKfBT1ivc
USA Love Me Tender Elvis Presley HZBUb0ElnNY
Russia Believe Dima Bilan fjGNdotSgDY
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Just out of curiousity, for the Glee cast, is each Hetalia character you chose meant to represent a certain Glee character? Like Al for Rachel, Ivan for Finn...or is it just their own personalities?
Did that make any sense?Omg Canada singing Céline Dion ♥
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