Hetalia High School!

[.Yin.]

(Yea, I'm pretty sure China is still open!)

America looked over at Prussia, only seeming to notice the other at that moment. As his sister didn't respond immediately he bounced over to him. "Sup, Gilbert?" He greeted him happily.

[Cryptweasel]

Prussia looked over at America and his small smirk widened into a girn. "Oh, hey!" he pulled his headphones down to rest around his neck, although the music was loud enough that it was still audible. German rock music came muffled from the small speakers. "Hey, catch." He tossed the tennis ball underhand to the blonde, grinning mischeviously.

[.Yin.]

"Dude, what the heck are you listening to?" America asked, catching the ball easily. He couldn't make out any of the lyrics, but what he could hear of the beat sounded weird to him. He threw the ball back, a small smile creeping up on his face. Finally something he was good at!

[Cryptweasel]

"Better stuff than what comes out of your place." Prussia teased, catching the ball in one hand before casually tossing it back. "a band from germany, Rammstein." he said proudly, waI=iting for the other to toss back.

(One of my favorite german bands XD)

[.Yin.]

"What? That's stupid. I bet you've never even heard of the music at my place!" America shot back, tossing the ball back to him. "Like, you haven't lived until you've heard me sing Call Me Maybe!" He gloated.

[Cryptweasel]

Prussia looked horrified. "Oh no, please spare the awsome me of that!" he pleaded, eyes wide with alarm. He had enough taunting with that song, damn stuffy Austria had somehow snuck a cd with that on it into his sterio one night over the summer. Call me maby at two hundred decimals at three in the morning was enough, thank you. He snatched the ball out of the air and threw it back with a little more force.

[.Yin.]

America only just managed to catch the ball from the air. "No, I know the original isn't that good. I made it like way better though! Listen." He cleared his throat, holding onto the ball. He skipped most of the song, fast forwarding to the part he had changed. "...now here's my number. So BOW TO THE HERO!" He laughed, tossing the ball back eventually.

[Cryptweasel]

The albino boy facepalmed loudly with an exaggerated groan, then yelped in surpize as the tennis ball came flying at him and nocking Gilbird from his shoulder. The small bird cheeped in irritation, fluttering back up onto Prussia's head in a ball of self-proclaimed fuzzy rage. Prussia soothed the ball of fluff with a few soft words in german, bending to pick up the ball. In truth he needed glasses, but refused to wear them. "Alright, well atleast you have a decent singing voice. West is awful when he sings, it kinda sounds like a hippo with throat problems."

[.Yin.]

America watched Prussia and the bird with a amused expression. He let out a snort of laughter at the albino's words. "What? Ludwig sings?" He cackled, trying to imagine the tough German singing. He couldn't see it.

[Cryptweasel]

"I wouldnt call it singing." Prussia confirmed, tossing the ball up in the air and catching it a few times before pitching it back to America.