hetalia | [Fic] Music of the World 2/?

Title: Music of the World
Author/Artist: Mirianna16
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Russia/America but the pairings will change. (As of right now Russia/China, Italy N./Belaruss and one sided PruCan)
Rating: T
Warnings: China is not a girl. Bad words. French and Polish.
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! Tank you to my lovelies betas DaLa and Nekoyoukai13. Songs title and link to youtube at the end of chapter. Enjoy ~!
Disclaimer: Glee not mine, Hetalia neither, the song even less.

After hearing how great Ivan's voice was, a plan was quickly formed in Feli's mind. It was obvious that the scary, tall, insane Russian boy would never join Glee club willingly. The teacher needed something to bribe him. Or threatened him. Could he really threatened this boy who was at least twice as big as him? Nervously pacing in his office, the Italian bit his lips. Bribery was the best solution. Now what could he offer to the teenage boy? Eying his office, an envelope stuck under his tomato plushie lit something in his head. Suddenly it came to back to him.

"Feliii! My favourite Grand-son!"
"Ciao Grand-pa! How are you doing since you got fired?"
The old man smiled at him and wave his hands with enthusiasm in the air. He looked like one of those creepy inflatable waving hand tube man.
"Are you kidding? It's the best thing that could have happened to me!"
"Ve~? But fratello told me that..."
"That little brat? Forget about him my cute Feli!"
With that followed longs minutes of cooing and patting and other inappropriate touching from the older man toward the Spanish teacher. Feli finally escaped from his grand-father's grip and asked innocently.
"How's your retirement?"
"Oooh, Feli, I've been doing more than fine! Sure, I was depressed a bit, but then they gave me drugs. And life became beautiful! Now I'm on everything, Prozac, Viagra, Cialis, morphine..."
"Vee~! Isn't that dangerous nonno?"
"I don't take them silly, I sell them!"
"Wha-"
"Here. Take these! It'll make your life easier!"
With that the older man gave him a little bag. It's content was very inappropriate so the Italian hid it somewhere he though was safe. Under his tomato at school.

Sitting in front of Feli, in the small office, Ivan was smiling innocently at the brunette teacher. A bag was pushed toward the quarterback and his smile was gone.
"Vat is dat?"
"Y-you can't r-read? It's w-written 'Morphine' on i-it!"
The Spanish teacher's voice was trembling a bit, but he did his best to look confident. He was doing this for the Glee club.
"Not mine."
"It was f-found in your l-locker!"
"And vat does dat mean?"
"That it's y-yours!"
"Prrrove it, da!"
"T-that's not the point! You could get suspended from school!"
Ivan's mouth opened, then was a rather touchy subject. Even if he was known as 'Ivan the Terrible' at school, there were certain borders the platinum haired boy didn't cross. One of them was being expelled. Raised by a single mother, life was hard on both Ivan and his mom. His father died in some civil war when he was a baby and despite his best wishes, Ivan had no memories of the man. His mother raised him alone, dealing with two jobs and to top it all, two streets girls that she adopted. The oldest was name Katyushka and was a sweet (but a bit of a cry-baby) happily married woman with two kids. The second was creepy and as far as he could remember always liked him. A bit too much. Anyway, Natalya was married to his Spanish teacher. Yes the very same man in front of him, threatening to tell his mother. He couldn't imagine how big the drama in the family this would cause, and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Vat can ve do den?'
"Ve~! Come t-to the Glee club!"

Alfred wasn't expecting much from the second practice session. Still, he went because Mr. Vargas told him he had a surprise for him. And the diva boy was a sucker for surprises. When he got in the auditorium, the diva boy noticed the quarter back of the football team, a sheet of music in hand. The American seriously though of putting a bullet through his head right there and now, preventing his ears for some horrible signing he could see coming his way. All of the members of the club lined up on the stage and the music started.

You're all I need to get by.
Like the sweet morning dew, I took one look at you,And it was plain to see,
you were my destiny.

Turning his head, Alfred gaped. The crazy commie wasn't bad! He was almost... good! Jumping in the song, the blond was quickly caught up in the rhythm. Signing and walking suggestively toward the tall Russian boy, he pushed all the other members of the club separating him from his new found crush, pushing yet again Gilbert off the stage.

With my arms open wide,
I threw away my pride
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life to you
I will go where you lead
Always there in time of need
And when I lose my will
You'll be there to push me up the hill
There's no, no looking back for us
We got love sure 'nough, that's enough
You're all, You're All I need to get by.

"ASSEZ!"
Francis barged in between the signing duo, sneering toward the coach. The Frenchman looked pissed, pointing an accusing finger toward the Spanish teacher.
"I won't allow this. I'm not some bitch boy you plaster in the back of the scene! I'm a diva and I want my stage too!"
Feli smiled gently. He shooed Francis finger's front his face and pat him on the head.
"It's only one song."
"And we were, like, totally amazing!"
Feliks barged in. He was glad they didn't suck this time. Getting back up on the stage, the albinos added with excitement.
"We were AWESOME!"
The only one not really excited about this seemed to be Ivan. Glaring at Alfred, as far away as he could from the blond, the Russian teenager's smile wasn't reassuring at all and contrasted with his murderous glare. Francis threw his arms in the air, as if he was giving up. He had to admit though, they did sound kinda good.
"Fine, but I better get a bigger part soon!"

Feliciano was sitting across Natalya and was trying his best not to yawn. They've been playing Tetris on the Ipad put in between them for almost an hour already.
"You having fun right?"
"Of course honey."
With that, the platinum hair woman sighed.
"Still, I can't wait for your next paycheck, I'll go get the Ipad2 and we'll be able to play games together, instead of sharing."
"Pupa, you know we can't afford another Ipad..."
"B-but I want to-"
Feli slammed his hand on the table. Usually he let it slide but this time it was enough. Earlier today his card was declined while he tried to purchase some pasta. Feli could take a lot of stuff but deprave him from pasta was a bad idea.
"We CAN'T afford it! We live on my salary for the apartment, the food, basically everything. Where does your paycheck go?"
Natalya glared at him. Steeling himself, the Spanish teacher stood up and walked toward a closet. The woman's glare became even more icy.
"Don't..."
"I was looking for my soccer ball the other day and-"
As soon as the door opened, a few knives, a claymore and at least five katanas fell on the floor.
"We can not afford these pupa you know it"
"But they're authentic!"
"Why five katanas anyway? We don't live in the Bronx!"
"I don't feel safe."
The platinum hair girl stood up and walked toward the closet, grabbing a sword. She unsheathed it, and starred at the blade.
"We could afford these if you worked with the UN instead of being a teacher!"
"I don't want to be a translator, I love teaching, you know this!"
"Don't you want a better life too? Aren't you tired of your old car?"
Feli groaned and turned his back to his wife. He would enjoy a new car. Or the satellite so he could watch the soccer game back in Europe. But he didn't want to have to give up Glee club for that. Sighing the Italian left the room.

Ivan felt so out of place. He was waiting in line with the other losers from the Glee club in a rival school to see them perform. The annoying blond that sang with him the other day was right next to him.
"Sooo, you're pretty good at signing Commie Bastard !"
The quarter back raised a brow as the sandy blond put an arm around his shoulder. He moved forward as the people in front of them were done with their orders, releasing himself from Alfred's grip at the same time. Not getting the hint, the diva attached himself against Ivan's arm again.
"Anyway, I was thinking we should hook up. That's what people expect us to do."
"Vat?"
With that a pair of cold mauve eyes stared at the diva tangled against his arm. Rising his cerulean eyes while batting his eyelashes, Alfred looked at the tall football player through his glasses.
"Yes. You the male leader and me the Diva!"
A chuckle escape Ivan's throat.
"Hooy na ny! I have a girrrlfrrriend anyway."
Alfred raised a brow. Who in his right mind would date the psycho? The only reason why he wanted to do so, is social climbing. Releasing Ivan's arm, he stepped back and asked without sounding too disappointed:
"Really. Who is she?"
"Yao."
With that, silence fell between the two of them. Ivan stepped forward and pointed with enthusiasm some jelly beans. Stepping next to him, Alfred couldn't believe what he heard.
"Yao, as Wang Yao? Captain of the soccer team?"
"Da. She is gorrrgeous!"
"Dude, she's a man!"
"Nyet!"
With that, the quarter back faced the cashier and ordered his bag of jellybeans.

"Ve~! OK guys, this is our biggest rivals ! Let's see what aces they have up their sleeves!"
Sitting back in his seat, Feli smiled to Ludwig right next to him. The tall blond had grumbled that he volunteered to chaperon the kids, and it took the Italian by surprised. He was glad nonetheless and welcomed the help. The brunette enjoyed the time spent with the tall blond because he had a calming effect on him. A booming voice finally announced :
"Winners of last years regional, please welcome the Madrigal Allies!"
Applaud roared around them. Clapping lightly, the students from World Academy watched nervously as the stage was filled with the members of their rival glee club, their back facing the public. Suddenly it seemed as if the stage became a bright shining sun. Light came from everywhere, almost blinding the public. All the voices started to sing all together, energetic, loud and powerful.

We are young
We are strong
We're not looking for where we belong

All the members of the Madrigal Allies turned around and started to dance on the frenetic music. Boys and girls twirled and turned, their voices combined into a powerful signing force. Matching costumes, lights effects, make-up, you could tell these guys had a budget for their club.

We're not cool
We are free
And we're running with blood on our knees.

Gaping, the members of Music of the World felt as if they had no chances. Can a gang of six misfits teenagers compete with the impressively professional Glee club they had in front of their eyes? Can an albinos, a transgender, a drama queen, a fake diva and a football player really compete with the twenty well trained students from Madrigal Allies? Even Feli doubted it.

Discouraged, the Italian arrived at home with his head hung low. Waiting for him, Natalya kept an eagle eyes on her husband while he took his jacket off.
"Something wrong pupa?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Ve~? Seriously?"
She nodded. Feli, happy as a puppy, ran up to her and lifted her in his arm twirling around in the apartment. The glare he received made him chuckle and he kissed his wife on both cheeks before putting her down.
"That's so great pupa!"
Frowning, the platinum hair woman grunted. She rolled her eyes and turned her back on the confused Italian.
"Ve~ What's wrong?"
"I'm concerned about our income..."
"Oh..."
"It's time for you to take that UN job my нож"

"You can't leave!"
Feli stood in front of the Glee club with teary eyes. Telling them was harder than he though. Alfred seemed on the verge of breaking something. The sandy blond wasn't happy about the decision of the Spanish teacher. Where would he prove that he was born to be a star if he didn't have Glee club? Gilbert looked disappointed, mouth slightly hanging low, Feliks was chewing his gum furiously, Francis was wiping his eyes with a embroidered silk tissue. The only one that look relieved was Ivan.
"We can do better!"
The tears threatening to spill from the petite teacher were back. He loved the Glee club so much, having strong feelings for it because of his own past. He had to blink away the tears, but as soon as he saw the disappointed face of the kids, it was too much for him.
"Ve~, I'm sorryyyy!"
With that the Spanish teacher ran away, crying. Unable to move, the dumbstruck teenagers didn't know what to do. Seizing the opportunity Ivan bumped in.
"Does dat mean I do not need to come herrre anymore?"

Ludwig couldn't believe his ears. Feli was dropping Glee club? What was going on? Sitting next to him at lunch time, the blond noticed his colleague filling out some paper.
"Need help?"
"Ve~? No, thank you Ludwig. Just filling some paper to get into the UN."
The German raised a brow. This was new. The Italian was well know into the school to be passionate about his job.
"I though teaching was your passion"
"Si. But we're expecting a baby. I need a bigger income..."
"Is your wife forcing you to do that?"
"Veeee~? No!"
But the teary eyes of Feli was selling him away. Ludwig put a hand on his colleague head.
"Why don't you follow your heart?"
Surprised by what he just said, the blond blushed furiously. Putting his hand away from the Italian's head he wiped his celery before crunching in it, cheeks red.
"B-because, it doesn't pay enough."
With teary eyes, Feli got up and ran away.
"Wait!"
The conselor stood up and ran after the Spanish teacher. Once he cough hold of his arm, he yanked the crying man against him and squeezed him in his arms.
"Come see me tomorrow morning, I'll give you a guidance session."

Ivan was furious. The other team mate heard about where he was when he skipped practice. How could their quarter back ditched them for some gay dance club? They punished him by throwing scones at him. Fucking scones! Cooked by Arthur! He still had a sore shoulder because of these horrible... things. And he stopped counting the bruises he had on his body after twelve. Once the practice was done, Ivan had only one thing in mind, get the fuck out of there. Arthur, the treacherous bastard would pay for what he did to him one day. They would all work for him. He will be the boss and everybody will be HIS. Yes...
"Hey Ivy!"
The tall teenager keep walking as his former best friend was running up to meet him.
"Oh, please tell me you quit pouting yet you git!"
Ivan grunted and kept walking, doing his best to ignore the smaller student running next to him to stay by his side.
"Please, you would beat the bloody life out of me if I dared to join the knitting club..."
"I'm on dis club. And you arrre parrrt of de embroidery one!"
Blushing furiously, the blond looked away.
"That is not the point."
"Da, it is."
"N-no! The point is, signing is gay."
"Vat about the Red Army Choir?"
"Totally gay."
Ivan stopped and glared at the smaller teen following him.
"Just kidding you git! Geez, get the stick you have up your arse out as soon as possible! Anyway, I got something for you Ivy!"
Patting the tall Russian on his arm, Arthur made a move with his head, prompting his friend to follow him. Grumbling, Ivan followed. As they move closer of the shed tool, Ivan could hear screams.
"Vere does dat come from?"
"We got the albinos weirdo locked in the shed and we will fill the place up with chalk!"
"Dat's dangerrrous da?"
"The lad is already white, no harm in that!"
The tall Russian boy felt like face palming. Walking straight toward the shed, he pushed the few jocks in front of the door and kicked it open. Trembling in a corner, Gilbert looked terrorized. The quarter back smiled to him, stretching his hand forward.
"I help you da?"
The creepy smile wasn't reassuring at all, but the obnoxious albinos shrugged it off and reached out for the hand.
"The bloody hell is wrong with you Braginski?"
Arthur was watching the scene from the front door, pissed. His huge eyebrows were knitted together, eyes small and piercing. Raising from all his height, Ivan faced his friend.
"De hell you say Arrrthurrr? Look at you, claiming to be a gentleman da, but acting like a douche towarrrd Gilberrrt because he's differrrent."
The British boy looked scandalized by the truth shoved in his face by his best friend. Ivan too the opportunity and lifted Gilbert on his shoulder. The German protested, but he was carried away despite his efforts to get off the quarter back's back.
"Put me down!"
"You are in Glee Club da?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Ve have to go back."

Back at the Glee club repetition room, Alfred was furiously tapping his foot on the floor. How was he supposed to direct a troupe of aloof morons? They were all speaking their own language, yelling at each other, in a garble of different sounds.
"Je ne ferais pas ces pas de danse!"
"Co ma piernik do wiatraka?"
"Mange donc un char de marde fucking douche bag!"
"Hey, I got that one!"
"Surveille ton language Matthieu!"
"T'es pas mon père!"
"Pierdol sie kurwo"
"Fuck off and speak English you morons!"
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP DA?"
The four teenagers turned their eyes toward Ivan. Putting Gilbert down on the floor, the quarter-back approached them.
"Ve have to be a team. If I vant you to all vorrrk under me. Vait. No, if ve vant to be all frrriends no morrre fights."
They all shot him a questioning gaze. What was that part about working for him? But they couldn't ponder on it too much because Ivan was already looking at Girlbert.
"You play guitarrr rrright?"
"I'm AWESOME at playing guitar!"
"Grrreat da! Alfrrred, you vill plan the dancing. Frrrancis, vould you find us costumes? Feliks, I can count on you to help him da?"
The Frenchman shoved his hair behind his shoulder.
"And you pretty boy? What will you bring to the club?"
"Music."

Feli was waiting nervously in the teacher room. Ludwig had been quite insisting on how he had to talk to him before he left the school.
"Feliciano?"
Jumping out of his seat, the Spanish teacher turned a nervous glance toward his colleage. Smiling reassuringly, the German sat next to him.
"I found something in the library."
With a few clicks, he opened a VLC files, showing his Glee club winning the nationals. Tears spilled all over the petite brunette cheeks.
"Ve~! It was one of the best day of my life."
Sniffing, Feli closed the laptop, hugging his arms.
"I-I c-c-can't, I need to provide to m-my baby!"
The counsellor gently put his hand on the Italian's arm.
"Provide him with what? Money? Don't you rather like your child to know that what matters in life is passion, not your salary."
Feli stood up, pushing Ludwig's hand.
"Bwaaaa, I'msorryIcan't!"
With that he gathered his stuff and ran away. Sighing, the blond kicked the chair where Feli sat a few seconds ago.
"Don't you get it?"

Signing all in unison, for once finally, they sounded like a gospel choir. The soft voice where shortly overpowered buy the electric guitar, Gilbert playing from the corner, feeling like a rock star. Ivan came forward, his voice ringing in the auditorium.

From Agincourt to Waterloo
Poitiers and then Anjou
The Roses War, the Hundred Years
Through battlefields of blood and tears
From Bosworth Field to Pointe Du Hoc
Stalingard and the siege of York
The bloody turf of Gallipoli
Had no effect on the killing spree
Alfred stepped out of the line, his voice as strong as his signing partner.
Bannockburn to Austerlitz
The fall of France and the German blitz
The cruelest of atrocities
Europa's blood is borne of these

In the back, acting like the choir, the other boys in the Glee club started softly the main chorus.

Heaven help in all our battles
Heaven see love, heaven help us

In front of each other, Alfred and Ivan where shouting back the names of the battles, each one of them seeming to hurt them while they were falling slowly under the pain toward the ground.

Bolshevisks and feudal lords
Chivalry to civil wars
Fascist rule and genocide
Now we face the rising tide
Of new crusades, religious wars
Insurgents imported to our shores
The western world, gripped in fear
The mother of all battles here

The choir walked toward the two boys on the ground, chanting the chorus.

Heaven help in all our battles
Heaven see love, heaven help us

Francis stepped forward, bending over Alfred and Ivan, is voice backed up by Matthew's.

Avant hier, avons être
Déja demain, nous sommes éclairée

With that, the hurt teenagers got on their knees, hands press against each others as if they were praying. Francis was back with his fellows choir boys, voice all together.

All glory, all honor
Victory is upon us
Our savior, fight evil
Send armies to defend us

Ivan stoop up, stretching his arm toward the sandy blond still praying.

Empires built, and nations burned
Mass graves remain unturned
Descendants of the dispossessed
Return with bombs strapped to their chests

Taking his hand, Alfred got up, too caught up in the song to notice that Feli who was passing by crying his life away had stop dead in his track, and listened to the song.

There's hate for life, and death in hate
Emerging from the new caliphate
The victors of this war on fear
Will rule for the next thousand years

Walking in the auditorium, Feli watched in awe as the two boys seemed to fight on stage, while the choir was supplying them to stop.

All glory, all honor
Victory is upon us
Our savior, fight evil
Send armies to defend us
Europa, Europa
Find better days before us
In kindness, in spirit
Lead us to a greater calling
Europa, Europa
Find better days before us
In kindness, in spirit
Lead us to a greater calling

Gaping, the teacher watched as the two boys finally stopped the fight, jumping as far away from each other, banging against an invisible wall.

Lennigrad, Berlin wall
March on Rome, Byzantium's fall
Lightning war, Dresden nights

The two ran up to each other, as if they where two fighters on the battlefield ready to fight sword to sword. They collide but instead of violence, Alfred put his arms over Ivan's neck, while the Russian boy put his arm around his waist.
Drop the bomb, end this fight!
As they fell to the floor, the ending felt tragic and epic, the voices of all the members of Glee clubs echoing with each other.
Never again!
Feli clapped his hands. All the eyes widen in surprise.
"Veee~! That was great. But you need a bit more of intensity. Ivan instead of putting your arms at Alfred's waits, lift him and gently drop him on the floor as if he was dead. Alfred, play dead at the end, it will be a punch to the ending. Gilbert, tune the rocking a bit down."
Francis smiled toward the coach.
"This means you're back?"
"Yes. Let's do it again. From the top."

Link to the videos add the youtube adress, plus watch?v= then the numbers.

Duo You're All I Need To Get By Marvin Gaye and Tammy Terrell GwqFB1et70M
Madrigal Allies We Are Young Mika Qm9d5wAXW5c
Final song Europa Globus Fc56moy0poA

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