HETALIA World's Fair: Cinema Shock Chapter 1: 2013, A Film Odyssey

It was a dark and stormy night…

Wait, scratch that.

In a galaxy far, far away…

What the heck? Oh, okay, here we are.

Our story begins at the World Summit on an overcast Thursday, and the usually-laid-back New Orleans, a city-tan, was scrolling through her inbox as she tuned out the usual noise.

As she started typing a reply to the manager of her cafe, Hong Kong, another city-tan, and Sealand, a wannabe country, were sharing their experiences with their lunatic brothers, China and England. New Orleans, of course, shared the same fate with her boisterous older brother America and her somewhat-perverted "boss" France, but she'd rather not share.

As she ignored the constant chat, she scrolled through her messages, until a certain email caught her eye.

It was from her favorite movie reviewers. Curious, she clicked on it.

It read:

To: bellebrooks966

Have you ever wanted to direct a real live blockbuster movie? Here's your chance! Rotten Potatoes is hosting a film festival for budding producers. Send in your movie (can be 15 min.-2 hr. movie) to us, and if picked, you will be given a budget to produce the movie of your dreams!

New Orleans raised an eyebrow, the gears in her head turning.

Standing up suddenly, she left the room, ignoring the stares from Sealand and Hong Kong. She entered the noisy conference room, put down her laptop, took a deep breath, and shouted, "EVERYBODY SHUT THE HECK UP!"

All the nations turned to her.

"What are you doing in here, mon cherie?" asked France, smiling lightly.

New Orleans shot him a look, and said, "Check out what I found in my email."

All the nations nearly crawled over each other to gaze at the tiny screen. America's face lit up with excitement.

"A movie?"

England looked bewildered. "All we have to do is send it?"

Russia smiled. "It sounds fun, da?"

America stood back up, grinning his usual smile. "You know, this email gives me a very good idea." He gave a fist pump of epic determination. "I say we quit the meeting and send in the best movie of all time!"

"Heck yes!" Prussia yelled, throwing his papers in the air.

"Ve~! No work!" Italy exclaimed, doing the same.

"I agree wholeheartedly, America-san!" Japan said, his eyes sparkling.

"Filmmaking originated in Korea, da ze!" Korea exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up.

"Hold on!" England said firmly. "Movie-making? Must we remind you of all the chaos we go through filming your idiotic home movies? With a full-length film, we could destroy the world on your part!"

"Oh come on, Iggy!" said America, giving England a noogie, "You know my movies rock! What's the difference between a little home movie and a big screen one?"

"Too many to count, and don't call me that," said England, pulling away and trying to smooth his usually unkempt hair.

New Orleans, having had enough of the bickering, jumped onto the table. Scanning the room filled with faces, she announced, "OK! Those of you who think filming a probably-grandiose movie is good idea, raise your hand!"

Italy, Japan, Prussia, Korea, and quite a few others raised their hands and waved them.

New Orleans resisted the urge to facepalm. "OK, those who think the movie isn't a good idea, raise your hand."

Out of everyone, England, China, Germany, Austria, Romano, and Switzerland were the only ones who objected.

New Orleans turned to America. "The movie's on."

America cheered, and said, "But what kind of movie?"

"Well…" said England, sighing in defeat. "Since we are going with this rubbish, I think a fantasy film should suffice."

"Dude! Not even! We're doing an action flick!" America protested.

"Kung fu flick, da ze!"

"Romantic comedy!"

"Horror, horror's always good!"

Once again, bickering began to break out until New Orleans let out a shrill whistle.

Quiet restored, "OK, let's do this. We'll throw an element of all of those genres into whatever this is. KK?"

Everyone murmured and nodded.

New Orleans turned to America once more, "But I'm cancelling all of this if Hong-kun and Sealand-kun don't get to come."

[[Good God, I'm going to have fun writing this one.

OK, so i was browsing My Little Pony fanfics and it hatched a plotline in my brain.. So, I decided that if I had to make a really good fanfic, just make a hilariously rapid-fire comedy crack fic. This fic will include explosions, car chases, flipped tables, super spy stuff, and the awesome Prussia.

Oh, and movie puns and shout-outs.

Hetalia doesn't belong to me. Because if it did, there would be more fight scenes and Italy being less of a spazzy wimp.

New Orleans/Annabelle Brooks belongs to me.

The plot belongs to me.

But 2001: A Space Odyssey doesn't.]]