PeacestarRunner

America was walking down the long pathway to the meeting place they'd agreed on this year. It was such a pain, going a jillion and a half miles away just to do the same old thing. He'd suggest something AWESOME, big bro would disagree, France would oppose them all, everyone would argue until Germany yelled and Italy monologued about the food they served. He made his way, traipsing down the sidewalk, adjusting his wig. For once, England had a good idea. The Beatles were addictive, and his people loved it. America usually hated actual suits, but hey, he thought he looked JUST like Paul if he took his glasses off. Just as he thought that, he h

"This is it", he said to himself. "I'll show them all what rock can be... I just hope the world gives them a chance." He was stressed, that was for sure. No one had really heard what he was going to call his group... They were just four scruffy-haired leather-jacketed ruffian teddy boys before their manager got to them... Sure, they looked decent now, but the sound... it was entrancing before they got their ties on. England looked out the window. He remembered the pain they'd all gone through. Two lost their parents, one almost lost their life. One was happy as a child, but was too quiet, and got teased. Poor thing. The boy's mom only wante