Alfred walks into the meeting, hands in his jeans pockets, humming slightly. For once he isn't having to run in at the last minute because of some problem that his boss needed him for. He flops into a chair next to Matthew. The blond haired, violet eyed man looks up.

"You seem rather chipper today, Al," Matthew says.

Alfred shrugs. "Yeah, guess I am. I've also got a song stuck in my head."

Matthew tilts his head. He remembers the last time that his brother had a song stuck in his head. The American had then gone on to share the song and get it stuck in the Canadian's head. Matthew frowns, not quite sure if he wants a repeat, but not wanting to be rude. Finally he gives a soundless sigh and asks, "Which one?"

Alfred looks up. "The Stereotypes Song."

Matthew blinks before laughing. "Oh maple! I love that song!"

"I forgot that you've heard it before," Alfred says, a small grin crossing his face. His eyes then light up. "Hey Mattie, I've got a great idea."

As the other countries come into the room, some of them are surprised at seeing America there on time, but brush it off. The only two countries concerned at the sight of the American and Canadian sitting and talking together are England and France.

"What do you think they're doing?" France asks.

England shakes his head. "I don't know, but I most certainly don't want to find out."

The meeting is then called to order and progresses as it usually does. Doing well for the first few moments before breaking out into mass confusion and bickering. Meanwhile, Matthew and Alfred just watch, both of them now excited with their plan, waiting for the right moment to begin. Finally, it breaks out.

"Well at least I have a sense of taste," France says to England, causing the green eyed Brit to turn red.

Alfred shakes his head before knocking on the table. "You know, I always thought stereotypes were kinda ridiculous." By this point all of the other nations were watching him. "So I wrote a song about it." Austria lets out a small groan. America grins. "And it goes a little something like this."

Music begins to play from the speakers of the room, Alfred had used Matthew's laptop to hack into the system, and the lights turn down, spotlighting various nations while also flashing along to the beat. On the projector words show up and there's a small bouncing Earth. Japan tilts his head and wonders when karaoke had been planned.

Alfred just grins before meandering around the room.

"I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn"

At this Japan turns bright red, his eyes widening slightly.

"and we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes! Let's come together and live in this world like a unibrow on an Indian girl!"

India's eyes narrow and she scowls at the dancing blond.

"And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!"

By now Alfred is dancing around the room while Matthew sits in his seat grinning. With most of the countries focusing on his brother, they don't realize when he stands and takes a breath.

"Check it out now. I love those fat Americans," Matthew begins singing. The other nations turn to him with wide eyes before their heads snap back to Alfred, who is still grinning and dancing. In fact, it almost looks like he's strutting.

"You know they so obnoxious! They always eating burgers, they always holding shotguns!"

To the surprise of several nations, Alfred is indeed holding a shotgun. Where he had it and how he got it into the building is something Germany is determined to figure out.

America smirks. "And I love Mexicans, the way they mow my lawn."

Mexico rolls his eyes. He'd actually had to mow Alfred's lawn after losing a bet to his northern neighbor.

"They all got a hundred kids cause they don't know how to put a condom on!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Cause that's the way they roll, you gotta go big like an Israeli nose!"

Israel rolls his eyes and huffs. He didn't think his nose was that big.

"You ever buy a pint for an Irish guy, and they're outta control like a Chinese driver."

Ireland just shrugs and grins while China huffs and mutters about insolent youth.

Canada by now is dancing through the lights, matching his brother move for move. They glance at each other and the northern nation grins.

"I love the middle east, but how do they handle rockin' burkas while they're ridin' camels?"

Most of the middle eastern countries just look confused, wondering where the idea of them riding camels came from.

"I love Jamaicans. Yeah, they cool, but they always high so don't let them fool ya!"

To everyone's surprise Jamaica just cuts in with a quick, "Ya mon."

Canada and America share a grin, glad that at least one of the nations seems to understand.

"And I love them Puerto Ricans."

Puerto Rico looks up with half interest, half resignation.

"Even though they wash their ass about once a week, and,"

Puerto Rico sighs in defeat and shakes his head.

"I'm just joking."

"If you didn't know, then you're a little slow and you're probably from Poland!"

Poland looks slightly confused, before shrugging.

"I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn! And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!"

By now Prussia is bobbing his head to the beat, grinning widely. Denmark is also smiling and bobbing along, but he also breaks out into seat dancing when the chorus comes along.

"Let's come together and live in this world, like a unibrow on an Indian girl, and we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!"

Alfred and Matthew grin as a few more countries start getting into the song, the happy beat contagious.

"Check it out now! Aww yeah! Let me hear you yell!"

"If you love the Outback redneck Australians!"

Australia is laughing as he throws a fist into the air.

"And the crooked ass teeth of an English dude."

England turns red, his eyebrows furrowing as he glares at his ex-colonies.

"And those creepy Italians,"

"Who think they're smooth!"

Southern Italy is growling while Northern Italy grins before chiming in, "Mama mia!"

"And how could anyone hate the French?"

England glances at France, who is nodding in agreement, wanting to say that it's very easy.

"Yeah, I know their hairy women don't shave their pits."

France stops nodding and huffs before shrugging. Most of the nations are now too into the beat and wanting to find out who would be next in the song.

"Brazilian girls is what you want."

"Walkin' 'round town with that badonkadonk."

Canada mouths a quick 'sorry' to Brazil when the other nations put their focus back on America, who is now doing a rather impressive can-can on the table. Brazil just nods as she waves off the apology.

"I love Africans, but hold up a second."

"National Geographic says they all butt-nekkid!"

"Breasts hanging low, what have they done with their clothes?"

The African countries start giggling, well aware of how the famous magazine depicts the majority of their continent.

"Disappeared like coke up a Columbian's nose!"

Columbia rolls his eyes, but keeps clapping to the beat. It could've been worse, he supposes.

Matthew quickly cuts off Alfred with a grin. "Uh-oh! You're all on my checklist."

"Even Russian guys who drink vodka for breakfast," Alfred sings with a slight growl, glaring at Matthew. Russia just blinks and pulls out a bottle of vodka. Germany sighs, realizing he has to see how the Russian snuck that into the meeting.

"They're stereotypes and if you believe them."

"Then you're brain is small like a Korean penis!"

Korea grins, "Stereotypes were invented in me—daze!"

"I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn! And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!" Alfred and Matthew are dancing together on the table, most of the other nations clapping along to the beat. "Let's come together and live in this world, like a unibrow on an Indian girl. And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!"

"All together now!" Alfred and Matthew grin. "I love Scotsmen though they hump sheep!"

Scotland turns bright red and glares at the twins. England smirks.

"I love Scotsmen though they hump sheep!"

Prussia and Denmark are dancing around the room by now and have pulled up a couple of other countries, including Austria who is being twirled around by the albino against his own will.

"I love Scotsmen though they hump sheep!"

By now Scotland is just grinning and shaking his head.

"I love Scotsmen though they hump sheep!"

Germany is grinning slightly.

"They hump sheep! They hump sheep! They hump sheep!"

France and Spain have managed to coerce Prussia and Denmark into a conga line. The four grab random nations as they go around the room. Including Russia, much to the surprise of everyone else.

"I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn! And we should dance, dance, dance, d-d-dance to these stereotypes!"

Alfred and Matthew smile, jumping off the table and linking arms.

To their surprise, everyone chimes in, "Let's come together and live in this world, like a unibrow on an Indian girl! And we should dance, dance, dance, dance to these stereotypes!"

"Yeah!"

By now, Alfred and Matthew are back by their seats.

Alfred chuckles. "I'm just playin' you know I love you guys!" He looks like he's suddenly thought about something and turns to Scotland. "But seriously, don't hump any sheep."

Scotland bleats.

AN/ First time entering into the Hetalia fandom! Whoo! So, for the most part, I'm going to try and keep this as a humor/family series of stories(hence the genres!), but I will occasionally delve into other things. I will have more of Mexico (names: 1p male= Eduardo, 2p male= Javier, 1p female= Emilia, 2p female= Juliana) later, but I still have stories involving him/her/them to write out. I'll also occasionally post based on my major headcanons(they'll be listed before the main text.). Also, if there's something you wanna see, I do take requests! Just drop me a line, or let me know in a review.