~ Hetalia! ~

The auditions weren't going as well as America hoped. First, he had A fan of Powers of the Axis that looked sort of like Northern Italy. He clamed to be Southern Italy, but Al had his doubts. He sucked, BIG TIME.

Then there was one named Spain. He was good, but not the kind of guitarist he needed. This Spaniard played only acoustic and his music was too fast and too… Spanish. Alfred said to try somewhere else, but he would give him a call if he needed someone like him.

Next… a young blond.

"My name is Sealand and I want to join your band!"

Alfred stared at him for a moment. "… Right, and you're how old again?"

"Thirteen."

"Next!"

Dozens of others came, none of them were that great. Some were okay, others… Needed lessons… Desperately.

An hour had passed, and not even one person made the Maybe list. There was only one person left. A British guy named Arthur.

"Kirkland!" America called, "Come on out."

The blond stepped out to his performing space with his own guitar. It was much like America's, but instead had the flag of England on it. This caught the blue-eyed one's attention immediately.

"Nice guitar… Fan of mine?" He smirked with a chuckle.

However, Arthur shook his head. "Not too much, but I had this before I knew about your band. So, what should I play?"

Straight to the point, honest… America was liking the Brit already. "Surprise me."

Britain sighed and nodded, tuning his guitar for a moment. At first, he tried playing a quiet simple tune to himself, making a few mistakes here and there. Alfred lost all hope then, leaving barely a shred of it left.

Suddenly, from those fingers that once made clumsy mistakes came a perfectly played song. Al felt his jaw hanging and his eyes bulging. How could he play so well? He played almost as well as… The old second! He stood up with his own guitar and held up a hand to signal him to stop. "Alright. So you can play pretty well. But I have a handful of others who can play just as well, some even better. I want you to copy what I do and prove to me you can do better than all of them." He took a stance a few feet away from the blond. "Ready?"

Britain nodded with a smirk. "Bring it on, American."

Oh, NOW it's on! Alfred smirked back and looked down to his guitar, strumming a quick song. He was sure the amateur couldn't do it.

But he did without a flaw.

He tried a more difficult song, faster and more switching between strings.

Again, he copied perfectly.

He gave a taunting glare to the Brit and continued to play, but the blond only matched up and began to outplay him.

"Alright! Alright!" The brunette laughed, bending his aching fingers. "You're in. Welcome to Allied, British dude."

The green-eyed male laughed with him, shaking his head. "Thanks a lot, Showoff."

The two packed up the few things Al brought out before they left, chatting away about band plans.