This will be one shot unless people want me to do more episodes cos i have an order list of a bunch of selected episodes from season one I could do. This has been slightly rewritten as well to make more sense as well but it more or less a straight write from the schow~

Jerry- Arthur (in this he goes to the academy too he just has alot of resources and stuff)

Alex- Antonio

Clover- Francis

Sam- Gilbert

Mandy- Sadiq (I picked randomly because i just need a bully and stuff so yeah...)

please enjoy

It was 9:58 am in downtown Tokyo; the shops were busy preparing in the early hours of the morning for the surge of customers they hoped to receive that day. In MegaHits, the top music store of the area, the staff were also doing their chores to restock the shelves, one section in particular that for the for some strange reason was sold out even though it had only been put onto the shelves for the first time the day previous.

"Who is this Alfred Jones anyway?" one of the staff asked his colleague, looking over the CD case of a blonde American teenage sporting a stars and stripes shirt and jeans, glasses perched on his nose, in large bold letters the title: ROCK WORSHIP was sprawled across the glossy paper.

"I don't know but the kids sure seem to love him" another male laughed, placing the CD onto the shelves "We can't keep it stocked"

Suddenly there was a faint chattering from outside the shop at the clock flicked over to 9:59 am. The shop assistances were confused as they turned to the entrance and cringed in fear and alarm as a crowd of people began to press themselves against the windows of the shop chanting the new musician's name

"What on earth is wrong with them?"

They had little time to contemplate the possible insanity of the potential customers as the clock slipped over to 10am and the doors that were providing their only protection unlocked. The shop assistants had little time to react, scrambling over the half stocked shelves to escape the rabid fans as they piled into the store and pounce on the display.

"This is crazy!" one man shouted as he slammed shut the door separating the terrified staff from the riot occurring in the store. They shook, scared of going out there to serve them

"Whatever is happening, we have to go out there sooner or later"

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

Back at World Academy the students of the schools were being dismissed for the lunch. Francis, Gilbert and Antonio had met up and were making their way through the corridors of the school; Francis was once again trying to use his charms to acquire what he needed for another night on the town.

"…And that's why you are going to let me borrow your ID, mon ami" the French teen flipped his hair behind his ear and leant over the Prussian who rolled his eyes and raising his text book he bashed the blonde over the head forcing him to double take and grasp his nose

"Fine fine the awesome me will allow you to borrow my ID since you're that unawesome you lost yours"

"Oui after all, that is what best friends are for, non?"

"Hey what about me!" the Spaniard suddenly perked up pointing to himself to emphasise his point

"Antonio, we can't both use Gilbert's ID because then they will know it's not ours" Francis rolled his eyes and laughed.

"What? No, no, no! I meant aren't I your best friend too?" the green eyed male hugged his own text book to his chest, grumbling a little. Francis blinked and laughed again, walking over and forcing Toni into a hug.

"Of course you are Antonio, that is why you are going to pay."

It was at the point that the Frenchman looked over his friend's shoulder and spied a young female. She appeared to be new to the academy, seated on the fountain in the courtyard surrounded by a few of her friends. She had a guitar seated on her lap, playing softly. Francis' face fell into a seductive smile and both Gilbert and Antonio exchanged glances of worry. The man straightened himself up and walked confidently over to the female who peered at him and smiled softly and politely.

"Why hello there, ma cherie, I don't believe you have graced my eyes with your beauty before. I am Francis" he winked and seated himself next to the girl who blushed and giggled.

"My name is Amber" she replied, plucking gently at the guitar strings. Gilbert face palmed himself and shook his head, turning to Antonio.

"Is it just me or does Francis fall in love more times than Feliciano thinks about pasta?"

Antonio laughed and sighed nodding his head in agreement. Francis continued to pour on the French charm. "How about we meet up after school my dear and I'll treat you to the beverage you delight in?"

She smiled "Ok, that sounds good."

Gilbert couldn't help but wonder who would be paying for the café beverages because it sure as hell wasn't going to be the Frenchman. Suddenly the familiar green hoodie and white mask plagued the sights. Antonio cringed and growled lowly as he sensed the intrusion of the new male. The albino blinks in confusion at his friend's behaviour when he noticed who was approaching.

"Actually Francis, I believe that you'll find Amber needs to get some shopping done and yours truly will be escorting her" the male smirked, he loved nothing more than to annoy and ruin the chances of others. The girl blushed embarrassed at her forgetful memory and flashed an apologetic glance at Francis who turned to the newcomer.

"It's OK Sadiq, I was just trying to be friendly since she is new, no biggy" he got up and walked away briskly and quickly. Gilbert and Antonio shot one last look at Sadiq before rushing after Francis who appeared to be shivering in frustration.

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

It took the Spaniard and the Prussian 20 minutes until they found Francis muttering curses to himself on a bench just outside the school gym, Antonio ever the optimist sat down next to his friend

"Ah cheer up Francis, I'll buy you something at the café after school instead?"

"Yeah don't fret about it, Sadiq is nothing but a creep who likes controlling everything" Gilbert added taking a seat as well "Just think, you're totally more awesome then he is."

"Oui…you're right" Francis smiled, straightening up "Too bad now I completely want to grace Amber with l'amour, guess I have a thing for musicians, oui?"

"Or a thing for anything that has a pulse" Gilbert muttered.

"So now I will make it my mission to draw her attention from the phantom of the opera" Francis had a glint of determination blaze in his eyes. Antonio and Gilbert shook their heads at the sight of their friend. Suddenly the floor below the bench disappeared sending the seat with companions' freefalling into the abyss below. The spot where they had been redecorated itself with a new bench as the janitor peered around the corner hearing the (manly) screams; he scratched his head in confusion as the area was deserted.

The bench sped down a long mechanical tunnel all three cried out in surprise, until Francis pointed out,

"Is it just me or do our missions only occur at times of personal dilemma?"

Suddenly the bench collided with the end of the tunnel and the three male were catapulted against a padded wall that fell open into a large office. They sat there blinking, their heads a little dizzy from hurtling who knows how far.

The office in question was large and full of computer screens that seemed to display a good number of things and the range of the topic they showed varied significantly, there were large doors at one end of the room made of glass that allowed a glimpse of a long corridor with passing men and women in uniforms as well as robot help. At the other end was a long desk, the male behind the desk moved forward and stepped out of the glare of the screens to reveal a teen boy wearing the same world academy uniform, he had shaggy blond hair and deep green eyes and a set of large bushy eyebrows.

"So nice of you boys to drop in" he smiled chuckling at his own joke. The three boys groaned.

"Nice for some of us Arthur…" Francis grumbled, rubbing his back.

Behind Arthur a large screen came down and began to play the image of Alfred Jones with details about him. The three males looked at it questioning when the Spaniard perked up

"Alfred Jones?" he tilted his head "Never heard of him…"

Arthur nodded and clicked a button to reveal an image of a large crowd of fans who seemed frantic to get at the singer

"He's an overnight sensation who's fans are like animals and it appears" he clicked a button and the next image shows destruction "They are so overcome with desire for the singer they will destroy anything or anyone in their way"

Slowly a hand appeared and began to make a bunny shadow puppet.

"It's unnatural but we are not sure in what way" Arthur scowled at the maker of the puppet; the Spaniard laughed and withdrew his hand from in front of the projector.

"So what do you expect us to do, eyebrows?" Gilbert asked leaning on his hands as the lights were switched back on.

"Your job is to infiltrate the concerts as Alfred's support act and find out why he is becoming so…contagious…" Arthur smiled as Francis felt a flash of inspiration

"We get to be in a real band?"

Arthur blinked at his enthusiasm "Well, a real pretend one…"

"This is perfect" the Frenchman jumped up " Amber will feel a connection if I too am musical"

He ignored the groans coming from his two best friends "Now all we need is a name"

"Actually that has already been taken care of" Arthur assured them

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

Looking over the document in front of him as they flew over the skies on their way to their mission, Francis raised an eyebrow.

"We're called The Spies?" he asked the Brit, Gilbert laughed,

"That is so lame, how unoriginal!"

"Actually…" Arthur blushed "I thought of it"

The three males went silent and stared at the boy, before buckling over in uncontrollable fits of laughter. The Albino caught his breath long enough to spy something at the back of the plane.

"Hey check out the awesome instruments eyebrows got us!" he rushed over and picked up one of the guitar, Francis claimed the other and although he protested Antonio took his place behind the drum kit.

"Well why don't we have some practise non?" Francis suggested. The other two smiled liking the sound of the idea and began to butcher music far beyond the realms to salvage it again. Arthur felt his eardrums close to burst so reached down and yanked the plug from the wall.

"You can….rehearse later boys…" he growled as they laughed "Now, where were we?"

A man came running through and whispered something into the teen's ear

"Ah I see, time for your gadgets."

The trio perked up and walked over, they may hate being surprised by the annoying teen but he (with a little help from Kiku) sure could make some good gadgets. It made the mission more enjoyable. Producing a guitar case from a trapdoor in the wall, the boys listened as they seemed to be being fitted with harness by attendance. Arthur opened the case and began to produce the content inside.

"The expandable cable bungee belt" he spoke pulling out a metallic looking belt with silver buckle which he pulled on to demonstrate the cord underneath.

"The wind tunnel 3000 hair dyer" he pulled the hair dryer that appeared the collapse into a tube, the boys themselves had requested this because as Gilbert had pointed out "There is no way the awesome me will be caught dead carrying a hairdryer around"

"The suction cup bottom boots…in the styles of your choice of course" he produced a slightly heeled boot and heard Francis noise of approval. Arthur rolled his eyes and put the boot away or at least attempted at the suction cup stuck the boot to his hand. He produced what appeared to be a CD player "the recording device allows you to listen into and record conversations"

"And my personal favourite" he smiled and pointed to a design on the board "an Upbati"

"An Ubwhaty?" Antonio turned to the Brit a look of pure confusion on his face

"No Antonio an Upbati" The Brit sighed "Underwater Powerful Breathing Apparatus That's Inconspicuous"

Antonio just looked at him bewildered and confused. He chuckled and threw the case to Francis.

"Now good luck boys, or as they say in show business… break a leg" He smiled as the floor underneath the Trio disappeared and they were thrown into the sky and into their mission.

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

They approached the London Hip Hotel in the limo they had been provided. Antonio looked out the window at the crowd of people gathered there and the Spaniard cried happily "look we already have fans!" this alerted the people to their presence and suddenly the same people were all over the car, the boys screamed (in a manly way) however the fans seems to be disappointed and pulled themselves away. Giving a glance between the three the trio went on to be shown to their room. It was large and housed three separate double beds. Antonio decided to go exploring whilst Francis decided to one up the Turkish man back home by calling Amber (he had his ways of getting girl's numbers without them knowing). The two had to laugh as France tried to impress the girl with the fake band they were in and only the doorbell to the room alerted them away forcing Francis to hang up.

Gilbert answered the door only to be pushed aside by the large man on the other side as he entered. Chuntering about the unawesome shoving of his awesomeness the albino followed him back into the room where he greeted the trio.

"So you must be The Spies" at this Antonio froze up

"Spies?" he cried "that's ridicules! Who told you?" he laughed nervously and then shot Francis a glance as the Frenchman jabbed him with his elbow to shut up

"Oui mousier we are The Spies" he smiled sweetly "we rock"

The man bowed a little "well I'm Phil Jenkins the tour manager" he shook Francis' hand "Alfred is excited to meet you so why don't we go see him in the penthouse?"

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

The boys entered to the sounds of guitar being played and followed the sound to see the blond male seated on the sofa strumming along

"Great song" Francis spoke trying to spark a conversation. The male looked up a little surprised and then a look of over confidence seemed to bleed from the boy

"Of course it is because the hero wrote it!" he jumped up laughing and the boys were taken back a little. The manager rolled his eyes

"Of course Alfred" he then turned to the band "we are going to record the song tomorrow it's going to be his next hit"

"We hope so" Gilbert spoke through gritted teeth "we are happy to be working with such great talent" it hurt the awesome him to speak like that.

"Hey I feel the same way dudes after all I love your early work!" the boy embraced the Albino who had to try with all his might not to bite the teen before him.

Antonio who was messing with the piano blinked and turned to Francis "we have early work?"

Alfred laughed hard "hey you know what? You guys should totally come to my recording session!"

The tour manager went to objected but Francis was quicker "We would love to!" to which the manager was less then pleased.

"Great…" he mumbled checking his watch "ok we don't want to keep those fans waiting"

The group all slowly got up and Francis accidently kicked the table causing one of the discs to fly open revealing a CD with a weird green glow, he went wide eyed and stared at the strange occurrence. Gilbert noticed Francis was gazing at something and noting the weird look of the disc slipped one into his bag

"Since when do CDs glow…" he pondered, quickening his step to fall in behind the rest of the group. Antonio turned to him and laughed.

"So other then rabid fans and glowing CDs, Alfred seems like an ok guy" Gilbert laughed and nodded.

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

The crowd grew restless as the boys prepared themselves backstage. Gilbert walked over to Antonio who was wearing his cap. Their uniforms had also been designed by WHOOP it seemed. Antonio wore a flat cap with a sleeveless jacket in silver over a black t-shirt and jeans, fingerless gloves helping his grip on the drum sticks. Gilbert was wearing a long red leatherette coat, black trousers and boots with an off blue top.

"Are we ready?" he asked as Antonio gave him a thumbs up "Wait…where's Francis?"

The Frenchman was sat behind a speaker, wearing an open shirt in lilac and black trousers, his hair was tied back but he seemed distracted. Upon approaching the man, the Prussian noticed he had headphones in. Grumbling, he yanked the bud out.

"Francis, we are supposed to play music not listen to it!" he gazed at the CD he was listening too and groaned "And that's evidence!"

Francis laughed a little and took out the buds "It's too bad because he is really good…I like it, really…infectious"

The curtain rose and all three of the boys began playing at the crowd cheered loudly. Francis grinned and looked to Gilbert.

"Hey, we sound great" he laughed and Gilbert smirked

"The music pre recorded if you haven't noticed, none of us are singing and the guitar aren't even hooked up"

Francis looked down and noticed there was no lead from his guitar and smiled, looking towards Antonio who appeared to be having the time of his life.

"Does he know?" The red eyes looked to the Spaniard and he laughed.

"What do you think?"

The so called band continued to play and when the song was finished, they bowed and began to make their way off stage. The crowd began chanting Alfred's name and Francis was downhearted.

"I guess they won't want an encore."

"Hey!" a familiar American voice rang out "Nice job, lip syncing took me forever to get it right"

"You lip sync?" Antonio blinked surprised and Alfred sighed laughing a little nervously

"I really don't want to be… but Phil is insistent I don't sing live" the curtain began to rise and the American smiled "Guess I can't argue with success" he laughed running out onto the stage as one of the guards began to play the CD.

"So much for him being normal" The Spaniard laughed "He doesn't even sing his own songs"

Gilbert had been watching the man put on the music and began thinking everything over. "Let's go have a talk with his manager….there are other things that make this fishy…"

The two got up and began to walk away and noticed Francis hadn't moved "You coming Frenchy?" Gil asked and Francis shook his head "You kidding, I got the best view right here!" he laughed and went back to eyeing up the American's ass.

Antonio and Gilbert made their way through the crowd and up to the executive booth, using their passes to get by. As they entered the booth Phil was talking on the phone to someone, at first he didn't even notice they had come in until he found Gilbert's red eyes boring into him and jumped nearly landing on Antonio who was sat in a chair.

"Hey boys…what's wrong are you having fun?" he asked a little nervously, running to the door and shutting it. The Spaniard blinked a few times and put a finger into his ears.

"Hey…I've gone deaf…" he yelled a little until Gilbert clipped him round the head. Phil laughed a little.

"Actually the booth is soundproof. The noise night after night gives me a headache, I prefer just to watch. The two spies looked to one another, both having a similar idea of how unusual it sounded. They remained in the booth talking to the manager whilst the concert continued, questioning him over Alfred's success and he continued to give them cryptic answers until the music finished and Phil was quick to vanish, leaving the two teens to go and collect their friend from the stage.

It was on their way back to the room that suspicion rose. As the elevator rose floors on its way up the floors Gilbert turned to the other two.

"So let's recap; his fans are nuts, his CDs glow, he doesn't sing live and his manager sits in a soundproof booth."

"He's not being clear either…" Antonio added "What do you think, Francis?" he asked looking over his shoulder at the blond teen. Francis appeared to be off in his own world a faint blushing on his cheeks.

"I think, Alfred is so talented I could listen to him all night" he laughed a little and closed his eyes. Antonio and Gilbert exchanged worried glances before looking back at the French teen. Upon entering the room the two stopped and gawped at the display it was in. Every floor and wall seemed covered in roses. Francis however, seemed to be oblivious to the flowers tossing them aside and putting on his CD player listening to the evidence again. Wary of the other's weird behaviour, Antonio and Gilbert sat down by the TV as Arthur appeared on the screen.

"Hello boys, I trust stardom hasn't gone to your head."

"Kesese" Gilbert laughed "No, not yet eyebrows but I could be swayed if we keep getting showered in roses."

Antonio nodded in agreement as he held one in his hand. Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes, looking at some paper. "Yes…they were sent by a girl called Amber."

Antonio made a sound of realisation and walked over to where Francis was pulling an earphone out and cringing from the loud sound " Francis!" he shouted "The flowers are for you Amber sent them!"

Francis laughed and batted his friend off "Amber? I am so over Amber…after all there is Alfred now in my life" he looked like a cat in catnip.

"How deluded can you get" Gilbert snorted "Just leave him Antonio" he beckoned the other away. "So anyway eyebrows…I heard the manager talking to someone called Sebastian when we were in his booth, can you give us info?"

The Brit on the screen smirked "Why of course I can" he pushed a button and the video of rock guitarist appeared "The Sebastian he was on about is the producer of his record label. He was quite the guitarist before he lost his arm in a pyrotechnics accident, he lives in Brazuela" The video showed the accident and Antonio clapped a hand to his mouth, his stomach suddenly disagreeing with him. Suddenly the lift opened and Alfred stepped out. Francis was on him like a flash hugging the other. Alfred laughed since i was quite normal for him. "So who's ready to go to my recording studio in Brazuela?"

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

The plane touched down near what looked like a large satellite dish. Gilbert turned to Antonio.

"What's up with the weird radio mast they were setting up" Antonio blinked then smiled.

"Alfred says it's so they can broadcast the concert live."

"I don't buy it" the Albino looked unconvinced, peering out the window at the many men in orange with guns "Since when do you need so many guards for a satellite dish..."

As they exited the plan, the Spaniard looked up to see the studio on top of what appeared to be a volcano. "This is definitely the creepiest recording studio I've ever seen."

Once inside they listened as Alfred played the melody out. Phil smiled and spoke into a microphone "That was good Alfred, now let's go over the lyrics" with that he got up "Please, wait here boys" he smiled before entering the booth. Gilbert walked over to the glass and turned on his communicator as Alfred read over the lyrics, completely taken back by them.

"I'm Alfred and I'm your master, you'll follow me as I spread disaster, take over the government do as I say, I'll rule the world and you'll obey? Phil… this isn't my song" he protested the albino growling a little at the prospect behind those words.

"Trust me, this will give you a new edgy feel the kids are so wild about"

Gilbert turned and looked over to the sofa where Francis seemed to be hugging Antonio like a comfort blanket "These new lyrics defo come under the category of special."

Francis laughed a little "All the lyrics Alfred sings are special" he squeezed the Spaniard more and the green eyed male let out a small noise of pain. Gilbert brought a hand to his face.

"Yeah well, I'm going to borrow your teddy bear and take a look around" he declared, yanking Antonio from his grip

"Gracias" the other laughed a little nervously as they ran off into the studio.

Once deep into the studio, the two followed a group of guards only to find they disappeared down a dead end.

"Wait where did they go?" Gilbert cursed a little at their loss. Antonio began to think over if there was a secret passage nearby and leant on a nearby wall. Suddenly the brunette yelled out at the wall disappeared behind him. Gilbert turned and blinked in surprise, going over to the male and laughing

"Good job, Antonio."

"Anytime…" the boy replied.

~Totally bad touch trio~

Inside the room the boys found what appeared to be a music player with an isolation tube. It was almost like a sound booth for listening on your own however why it was hidden away was a mystery. There was little time to contemplate it though as the sound of people approaching cause the two to dive beneath the table.

"Alfred's new single is ready" the scientist explained to the manager "The frequency has been installed."

"Good" a new voice appeared. Antonio leant out to see a man with a metal cyborg arm, bringing in his head again he looked to Gilbert

"I think that guy is Sebastian" he whispered and the other nodded. Sebastian walked over as the tube opened he turned to a nearby guard.

"Come sit, we want to know what you think of this new single" he smiled darkly as the nervous employee ascended the small stairs to the seat in the centre of the room. The soundproof tube lowered and the man seemed terrified. The spies could hear a low humming as the music began to play and the guard slowly relaxed.

When the tube was risen again the guard inside began chanting "You're Alfred and you're my master, I'll follow you as you spread disaster."

Gil looked to Antonio shocked "Wait a minute… remember how Alfred's first CD was called Rock Worship?" the other nodded "Well the fans started worshipping Alfred…whatever they did to the CDs, the fans will do whatever the lyrics tell them to"

"So that means…if Alfred performs live at the concert" Antonio mulled it over before saying a little too loudly "They'll obey whatever the lyrics say!"

Suddenly a clawed hand clamp underneath the console the boy scrambling back at their hiding place was ripped right off their heads.

"Security!" Sebastian yelled "We have intruders."

"Run!" Antonio yelled slamming into the man to overbalance him before he and Gilbert fled down the halls. Guards began to swarm trapping them at both ends of the corridor.

"Crap" Gilbert muttered as Antonio turned to a fire door.

"This way!" he cried kicking it open and rushing up the stairs until they found themselves on the roof with no immediate way down. Gilbert ran to the edge.

"Come on, we can use our belts and scale the wall" He climbed onto the side and Antonio followed as they fumbled for their belts but they were taken by surprise as a helicopter hovered from below, before they could react the chopper fired some form of dart that solidified around the two trapping them in a bubble as their prison rolled them to sit in front of their captor.

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

Sebastian walked leisurely into the recording studio and sat in the chair smiling to himself as Phil stood there as if on guard. He leant forward and clicked on the microphone.

"So the Spies…are really spies" he laughed at the two locked inside "How…totally lame and unimaginative."

Antonio who was stood just on the other side of the glass as Gilbert tried to break down the door, pouting and folded his arms "Don't blame us, Arthur thought of it" he spat the classmate's name.

"Well, it won't matter because in about 20 seconds you won't want to report any of this anymore but instead you'll be worshiping Alfred" he smiled as the two boys came together watching him through the glass. "So you won't mind if I jam every signal in the world nor that I will take over the world with my army of hypnotist slaves because you" he pointed "Will be two of them, so enjoy you last moments of free will" he laughed, flicking a switch and leaving, the light on the other side of the glass went dark, leaving the Spaniard and the Prussian alone. Suddenly Alfred's new song began playing over the speaker.

"Great, now what do we do?"Antonio asked putting his hands over his ears when Gilbert thrust a guitar at him.

"We'll use this, Antonio you play right?"

"Only acoustic…" he replied. Gilbert smirked

"That will do, play it and I'll give this amp a power boost" he handed Antonio a cable to plug in the guitar as his friend turned the amp, cranking it all the way up and then plugging in his communicator to boost it. Three chords were played and the sound went supersonic, ringing in their ears and shattering the glass.

Without being asked, the two propelled themselves from the booth and sped off down the corridor. As expected all the exits were blocked, forcing the boys to go below ground. Finding a pipe they equipped their Upbati and slipped into the water that flowed outside.

"Now, let's get to that concert before it's too late!" Gilbert remarked as they surfaced beneath the dock. The guards above cried out as two of their jet skis were stolen by the teens shooting at them to no avail.

~Totally Bad Touch Trio~

Meanwhile at the concert in Brazuela, fan were becoming restless as the concert was not beginning on time as it should, the large satellite dish ready to transmit its signal. Alfred stood backstage, concerned his support act were nowhere to be seen.

"Psst, Alfred" he heard the familiar Spanish voice and turning saw Gilbert and Antonio hiding behind a speaker. He rushed over.

"What are you doing there, you're supposed to be playing!" he was furious and relieved at the same time they were ok.

"We would be!" Gilbert groaned "If your producer hadn't locked us in a studio and tried to use a hypnotic version of your new song to turn us in zombies!"

Alfred looked shocked and concerned but above all confused. Gilbert rolled his eyes and turned to Antonio.

"You fill him in, I've going after that radio tower!"

Meanwhile Sebastian was approaching in his helicopter prepared to witness his victory, unaware of the Prussian who was running between the shirts of guards until he reached the dish, firing his bungee belt to snap onto the tower itself. As he was hoisted up a thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Ok…how the hell is I supposed to stop the broadcast?"

He looked to the stage where Antonio had just finished his explanation. Alfred looked at him.

"So you're telling me they plan to use my music to take over some government?"

"Actually" Antonio put a hand on his shoulder "He is using it to take over the world…weren't you listening?"

The man went to respond when the door was burst open and Francis along with other rabid face ran in.

"There he is!" they cried and Toni felt dread brewing in his stomach, he grabbed Alfred's hand and dragged him off

"Quick this way!" he yelled as the fan gave chase to them. Above them the helicopter hovered. Sebastian was near ready to lose it.

"Where is Alfred? He should have started, this crowd is ready to riot!" Phil looked to him then to the surging crowd and nodded

"I'll start it remotely from here" he pushed a button and the music began to play, the stage opened up like a flower and the dish buzzing as it was warming up. Gilbert watched as he rose in horror

"Oh no…"

Antonio and Alfred were forced to climb the dish themselves as they were pursued by ravage fans. Gilbert rushed to the control panel dodging the zombies as the dish started to transmit. He typed at the keypad.

"I wouldn't do that!" a voice boomed as the helicopter appeared shooting at him. The Prussian jumped in the dish itself as the copter turned to attack again.

"Have a taste of your own medicine!" he yelled firing the hair dyer wind tunnel. The jet hit the whirly bird dead on its side sending it into the path.

"Gah no, we are in the wave turn it off!" Sebastian yelled but Phil could only giggle

"But Alfred's music is so wonderful…" he muttered, leaving the producer to panic until the wave hit him too and he became lost in his plan. The helicopter however caused a back lashing effect and the same wave was sent back into the dish overloading it. Antonio and Alfred, who are trying their best not to get killed by the fans, found themselves thrown forward in the explosion and landed at the feet of a boy. Arthur smirked, liking the Spaniard beaten up and laying at his feet, when he retrieved a challenging look in return, he coughed and directed his men around the stadium.

"Don't worry boys, we can clear this up" he laughed as the producer and the manager exited their crashed copter singing their own singers praises.

~Totally bad touch Trio~

Back at World Academy Francis was coming to terms with his brainwashing.

"I can't believe I fell for Alfred" he groaned "I am so embarrassed"

Antonio laughed "Don't be so hard on yourself, mi amigo, you weren't yourself" Gilbert nodded laughing against the tree they were sat under.

"Yeah, luckily the effect wore off and you're not a mindless groupie zombie anymore" they laughed as Amber was walking nearby spotting them and running over.

"Hey Francis you're back…d-did you get my flowers?" she blushed, Francis turned and looked at her

"Yes, I got them" Antonio and Gilbert blinked at the flat tone he was using.

"So, erm, maybe we could hang out and you can tell me about your tour?" she asked and he smiled sympathetically

"Sorry ma cherie, but the tour did not go so well and we won't be doing it again…I don't want to talk about it."

She blinked and nodded, turning and walking away looking a little defeated.

"Hey Francis, I am proud of you" Antonio smiled. Gilbert agreed adding

"Yeah, it's not good to fall for every girl you meet"

"I just learned not to be in love with every girl that has a guitar in her hand" Francis laughed.

"Excuse me" the three turned to see a petite girl holding a guitar case blushing "Can you show me to the music room, I am new and have gotten lost. Francis smiled and jumped up.

"Why of course allow me to guard you my beautiful lady" she blushed and took his hand as the two walked away, leaving Gilbert and Antonio flabbergasted as to what had just happened

"I guess this means he's back into musicians" Antonio laughed loudly.

"Somehow I doubt he ever got over them" Gilbert smirked and the two went back to talking about the important things in their life, like how to get back at Arthur for the way he WHOOPs them.

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