Introducing...

"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 wanted to send the poor thing some cookies before the four headed over to an old enemy of his country's... They were excited, though. They thought maybe this could be a chance at the big time. England ran down the corridors, a new burst of energy in his blood, a sudden zeal in his mind.

He was determined.

Determined to make the boys proud.

He ran into the doors, flung them open in a dramatic way he hadn't put into use since that one little writer, Shakespeare. who seemed to be so amazing in his schools now.

He glided past the others in the circle around him, record under his arm.

"Hello, gentlemen. Wonderful to see you all here."

"Hey, hey, big bro Iggy. What'cha got for us now? More doo-wop? I can't tell you how tired that is on the other side of the puddle." America leaned back, leather jacket squeaking. He slicked back his greasy hair and grinned.

England smiled back, teeth clenched. "No, America. This time, I have something you may like. It's a little bit more... rock and roll."

America's eyes widened, his glasses jumping down his nose. "Y-you're kidding!!"

"No, no. I'm not. Everyone, I called you here today to witness the birth of what I believe to be one of my greatest creations." He slipped the record onto the record player.

France lifted up his hand. "What exactly are they? I mean, you haven't given them a proper introduction and told us their names."

Southern Italy stood up. "Awfully rude to not give us all the info on your 'greatest creation', England!"

"Romano, let him finish," Japan said calmly. "I can't wait to see what England-san has in store for us."

"They're a great band, believe me."

"WHOOOOOA, GERMANY! You know who they are~?" Northern Italy chirped.

"Yes, they played a stint over at the red light district in Hamburg." He actually smiled a bit. "They even recorded a few things in German, and one of them knows a bit of French."

France grinned. "What's he like? I have to hear this boy! Play the record, England!"

Spain cheered it on. "Yes, I want to hear them too~!"

Prussia then whispered, "Yo, West. How good are they again?"

Germany said "Pretty good for a few lower-class Brits."

"CRANK UP THE ROCK ALREADY, IGGS!" America yelled.

China said "Yeah. You should do what you came here to do already aruuuu."

Russia's eyelids lowered a bit. "I'm getting a bit impatient to hear the newbies, England~..."

England got chills up his spine not only from the thought of a lead pipe smashing his face, but also at the fact that they wanted to hear his boys! That they were just dying to get a listen.

"Oh. Well, I'm not sure I want to now," he said, faking apathy.

Everyone yelled "no"s and "pleasepleaseplease" until England shushed them all.

"Okay, fine. I suppose I could let you all have a listen."

As everyone cheered, he lowered the needle onto the vinyl, turned up the speakers and said, to every country in the world that surrounded him...

"Ladies and gentlemen... The Beatles."