Just when you thought I couldn't get any crazier I came up with this. Enjoy... disclaimer with a whole lot of pairings XP

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"Alright! Everybody, gather up!" Mr. Fliro called.

I glanced up from my position on the couch before lazily leaving it and walking over to the others.

"Does this mean we've got a new movie to work on?" Lovino asked.

Mr. Fliro nodded.

"Well, what is it then?" Gilbert Weilscmidt asked. "What's my part?"

"None so far." Mr. Fliro admitted.

"No way." Gilbert whined. "That's so unawesome."

"So who does have a part in this?" Arthur asked in annoyance.

Mr. Fliro jerked in remembrance.

"Oh, that's right. Ivan, Yao!" he said throwing the large man and the petite one manuscript each. "Main characters."

"Yay." Ivan cheered.

"More Rochu?" Im Yong Soo complained. "I don't see why people like it so much."

"You're just jealous." his twin brother commented dryly.

"Who else is in?" Kiku asked.

Mr. Fliro looked through his list as he passed the manuscripts to the people he named.

"Matthew!"

I nodded and caught the manuscript, praying to God it wouldn't be another one of those "who?" characters.

"Arthur! Felix!"

"Like totally fab." Felix squealed.

"Toris." Mr. Fliro continued. "Esteban!"

"Really?" Gilbert whined. "Why not me?"

Mr. Fliro only rolled his eyes at the comment.

"Where is Esteban, anyway?" he questioned.

"He had a headache so he went to bed." Antonio informed.

"Matthew, Ivan, you'll be the ones to mainly be staring against Esteban, so could either of you give the manuscript to him?"

I exchanged glances with Ivan.

"I'll do it." I decided, not bothering to add "If only he doesn't mistake me for Alfred".

Mr. Fliro smiled and threw me Esteban's manuscript, which I easily caught.

"Moving on." Mr. Fliro decided. "Alfred, and that's all for the moment."

"Antonio, Siu, Hyon, you will appear too, but I have yet to receive the whole manuscript."

"Got it." Hyon confirmed.

"Anyone with a script; make sure to practice hard. The rest of you, statists until I say otherwise." Mr. Fliro continued.

"So, what is it about?" Yao asked curiously.

"Simply put." Mr. Fliro answered with a shrug. "Two former lovers meet again at Hetalia High School…"

"So it's Gakuen?" Kiku asked.

"Yes." Mr. Fliro confirmed. "Anyway, they meet again but each one has moved on and well, just read the rest. The information you need of your character are at the top of your manuscript. Any statist, just be your usual character but don't' attract too much attention."

"We know the drill." Lovino grumbled. "It's not like we haven't done this before. I'm just glad I don't have to put with the stupid tomato-bastard."

"Anyway, that's all. Make sure to practice. Lukas, Scott, Arthur be a dear and stay behind for magical discussion."

Lukas, Scott and Arthur nodded before the rest of us left the stage and went to practice. So I made my way to Esteban's room. And as I did so, maybe it's about time I explained myself. I'm Matthew Williams (you should know that by now) and I suppose you could say that I'm an actor… and a politician… and a singer if you'd like. But mostly, I'm known as Canada or Who. So what the hell? Yep, that's what I asked myself too at first. Well I guess you could say that the time of the personifications simply is over. After a refusal of fighting between Arthur and my brother Alfred during the world war three, the top governments decided that we had become too… human to fulfill our duties as nations. So, we were "un-personificated" and turned somewhat human. We thought we were done after that, outcasts of the society. But that's when Mr. Fliro found us, taking us in on a condition.

A condition? You ask yourself.

Don't get me wrong. Mr. Fliro is just barely a meter tall his condition was not sexual… well I suppose if you squint… Anyway. Mr. Fliro had a condition.

Now, for the last couple of good times since Hetalia became fan fictional, there's been a "couple" of fan fictions about us with God knows how many different pairings. And as it was now the year of 3013, Mr. Fliro thought it good to make it all onto the wide screen.

And that's where we are now, literary making movies out of the worlds all fan fictions of all time since it all began. Of course, it was all sort of a lie. Considering the time that Mr. Fliro had spend filmitating all of the fan fictions no surprise we had to convince the world that it was all computer-made and so we could never leave the studio/house with exception of the great garden (surrounded by high walls). Oh, age, as you may know our characters could have all kind of ages in the stories, and so we would have to change ages at times, all supervised by Arthur, Lukas and Scott while we would all cooperate on the scenery.

Ah, and by now, I've reached Esteban's (former personification of Cuba) room. Softly, I knocked on the door.

"Esteban?" I asked.

I heard a, just barely audible, grunt from inside the door. Carefully, I opened the door and peeked in to the pitch dark room. The light from outside fell on the miserable figure on the bed and he flinched at the light, squeezing his eyes shot.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"No." he muttered. "Come in or leave, but be sure to close the door. My head is exploding."

I chose first object and snuck in before closing the door behind me and sitting down on a chair near his bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Dead." Esteban answered. "My head hurts. My head is spinning and I may or may not throw up at any time."

"So you're sick?"

"Not really. Just a hangover."

"You were fine this morning." I pointed out with a frown.

"Funny story." Esteban said slyly. "I woke up like five a.m. this morning, couldn't get back to sleep, downed a bottle of vodka, fell asleep, woke up an hour later helped out with the finishing of "Battling Bros" and then the hangover set in."

We fell silent for a few minutes before I sighed.

"You've been watching the news again, haven't you?"

No answer.

"You know you're not supposed to do that." I sighed.

"I left my own nation in the middle of a revolution." Esteban sighed. "I can't just give up on it."

I just sighed and made my way to the lightning switch and turning on the light.

"We'll discuss that later. Here's your manuscript for the next film."

Esteban groaned at the light but opened his eyes anyway to accept the manuscript.

"There's a new manuscript already?" he asked. "And I got a manuscript?"

I nodded and handed the manuscript to my Cuban friend. Esteban accepted the manuscript and eyed it.

"Hey, they call me Esteban." He commented. "Let's see. What's your character?"

"I haven't read it through yet."

I opened my manuscript and read my persona description aloud.

"Matthew Williams, teenager. Boyfriend of Ivan. Slightly depressed although surprisingly undepressed. Moved here from Canada. Friends with Esteban and Ivan, later on Hyon and Siu, brother of Alfred." I read. "So, I'm pretty much the same as always only less invisible and less depressed. You?"

"Hm, let's see." Esteban said thoughtfully. "Esteban Carriedo Fernandez. Teenager. Single. Seriously depressed?"

Esteban stopped there.

"They're making me depressed?" he questioned. "I'm not supposed to be depressed. No, I'm Cuba! Sunny and fun against anyone that's not America. Remember, I save you from that sort of stuff. Well, anyway. Seriously depressed, although not so open about it. Moved here from Canada…? Well… Friends with Matthew and Ivan, later Hyon and Siu, brother of Antonio. Say why is my character always single?"

"Maybe it's just your attitude." I suggested. "You know, what with you beating up both Alfred and me like… too many times. We do have a lot of fans."

"That's just mean." Esteban whined.

I laughed at the pouty face he was giving me, causing him to put a hand to his temples.

"Not so loudly." He begged. "I still have a hangover."

I stood up and walked to the sink in his room and poured him a glass of water before adding an aspirin.

"Here, bottom up, and get up. We're practicing with Ivan."

"Mhm." Esteban muttered and downed the glass. "Let's go."

Esteban got up of the bed (I didn't bother telling him that he looked like hell) and opened the door to me.

"Hope you're ready. Cause daddy's gonna do some crazy ass acting." Esteban said jokingly before closing his door and heading for Ivan's room, ready to do some "crazy ass acting".

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Thank's for reading everyone. Back story: I read some story and I just really wished I could see it as a movie and tada, this came up.

The current story their working on is "Rochu, Second Chance" but I will move on in one or two chapters so if you have any suggestion just let me hear it

Thanks 333