So I was in this play. Macbeth by William Shakespeare, to be exact. And I was all like, "Yeah. This is cool. I'm totally gonna write Hetalia Macbeth." So, yeah. I was all set to do a cross-over. Like, back in the times, and Hetalia Macbeth killing Hetalia Duncan and all that. And I was talking about it. And my friend was like, "You have to make something go wrong." And I was like, "Eh...?" She though I was gonna write, like, high school age Hetalia characters doing the play. And I was like, "No. Gonna do a cross-over."
Then it hit me.
I never, ever finish things. At least not for long periods of time. So how the hell was I going to ever finish transforming a five act Shakespearean masterpiece into a third-rate, ten chapter long story on a fanfiction site?
Yeah. So. I'm going with my friend's idea.
So here ya go. Wheee.
"First witch!? But I'm not a girl!"
"Lady Macduff. I get to die onstage!"
"Who's Caithness?"
I stare at the crowd of about thirty of my classmates crowding around a small paper on the window of the school office. There's no way I'm going to attempt pushing through all of them, so I just stand against the wall, watching them all, observing there reactions.
Finally, they cleared; some excited, some disappointed. Oh, well, that's showbiz. I should know. I mean, I've already been the star in my one and only play here at school.
I sigh and go up to the paper. Macbeth. I walk away, smiling a slightly crooked smile. Cool. I'm the main character in my school's production of Shakespeare's Macbeth.
I stop walking and turn back towards the paper.
I scan down the list until, at last, I find Lady Macbeth, who is being played by the lovely-who?!
You've got to be kidding me. No way.
"Move out of the way, Alfred, some of us want to see if we're in this bloody thing," A small Blonde boy pushes in front of me and uses his finger to scan down the list. "Arthur Kirkland," he grins and turns to walk away.
"Lady Macbeth."
So, this is a really short chapter. On purpose. Whee! Read the next one? It gets better, I promise.