France looks at the gold watch, which he had engraved with tiny red roses all over the face to match his "elegance", and sighs. America had a plane pick him up and bring him all the way to the USA, and then he couldn't even be bothered to come to the airport? He supposes he should have expected this from one of the rudest nations in the world.

Why was he here anyway? America wasn't making much sense over the phone; saying something about "checking the historical accuracy" of some new movie about to come out in his country. France has no idea what all that has to do with him, but, knowing America, he would have been kidnapped and forcefully brought to this un-classy place if he'd refused.

"Dude I've been looking all over for you!" an obnoxious voice calls, causing the disgruntled Frenchman to jump in shock. "You were supposed to meet me out at the front entrance!"

"This is the front entrance," France hisses, more than a little angry at having to wait so long in a place where all the pretty women were either working or about to leave the country (he hopes to go to his).

"No. This is the first entrance on the left side." America says, looking at the older country like he's an idiot for not realizing.

"Are you kidding!?" France yells. "How many entrances are there?"

"Um… maybe ten…" America decides.

"Just ten? And it took you an hour to find me?" France asks incredulously.

America holds up his hands. "I got hungry! And there're, like, five McDonald's in this place, and eventually I just couldn't resist!"

France looks like he's about to explode, but slowly, he manages to calm down. A man with a bad temper will not get women, he tells himself, over and over again, until he's almost back to normal. "Why did you have me shipped out here anyway?"

America stares at him. "I told you over the phone, remember? You're here to watch the awesome Les Mis with me to check and make sure it fits with history!"

"Les Mis… as in Les Miserables? The play about my revolution?" France asks.

America nods, "My country's turning it into a movie, and you need to give us your 'expert opinion', since you're the only one that witnessed it who's still alive!"

France sighs and rubs his temples. "America… you forced me to come all the way to your country… to watch a movie?"

"Not just any movie!" America objects, "Les Mis!"

France and America are sitting in the movie theater, along with the director, who has a notepad out to catch any comments France might make during the film, and the vast majority of the actors. America is munching on an extra-extra-extra-extra-extra large bucket of popcorn, which he'll have refilled every 15 minutes or so, and anticipating the movie's beginning.

"Haven't you seen this before?" asks France, turning to look at his younger companion.

America shakes his head. "I wanted to wait until now, so it would be even more awesome. Also, the critics all said it could make even the most hard-hearted person cry…" His eyes light up mischievously. "Hold on! I'm gonna call Russia!"

So, about five minutes later, Russia is sitting with them, smiling sweetly, while France wonders how the heck he got there so fast. But he's much too scared to ask…

"Why did you call me here, America?" Russia asks, a dark aura surrounding him. "You're not trying to get me to watch another one of those movies where the bad guy is Russian, are you? We're not going to have another Iron Man 2, are we? That guy even had my name…"

"N-No!" America exclaims, freaked out. "C-Can't I just w-watch a movie w-with my f-friend?"

"You and I both know that we are not that good of friends," Russia says, still smiling. "I suddenly feel like beating somebody up… maybe Canada's free…"

"NO!" America yells, "This movie has absolutely nothing to do with you, your house, or anything even remotely Russian! So don't beat up Canada for no reason!"

"Fine. But if you are lying to me, I will be forcefully taking back Alaska," Russia concedes, sliding smugly into his seat. America gulps, but says nothing. The movie really isn't about Russia, so he's fine! Alaska won't get taken away… right?

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the movie beings, opening to a large group of men pulling a ship into some kind of primitive storage unit.

Look down, look down
Don't look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down,
You're here until you die…

The three countries stare at the screen, giving it their complete focus, as Jean Valjean, or 24601, gets freed after nineteen years of slavery because he stole a loaf of bread. Their eyes widen as he experiences kindness after so much cruelty, as he attempts to steal from his benefactors, as he realizes the error of his ways and vows to start a new life, as he tears up his parole…

Even though the movie continues to fly before their eyes, none of them have any sense of time passing. Fantine dies, and Valjean, now known as M. Madeleine, takes her daughter Cosette into his care. They watch as the poor girl grows up into a fine young woman and falls in love with young revolutionist Marius. They watch as Marius is saved from death by Valjean, to be taken back to his beloved adopted lover after a close call with death. They watch as Javert finally realizes the horror of his actions, and commits suicide.

For the entire two and a half hours, they make not one sound, not one move to fight with each other. Their minds are too blank even to cry at the sad parts. But finally, as the movie draws to a close, Jean Valjean dies, leaving the earthly world behind. The camera shows his body, with Marius and Cosette crying beside it, but in the forefront, Valjean is led into heaven by Fantine, the woman he showed kindness to all those years ago, and sees the revolutionists, killed fighting for their dream of a better life for all people, singing:

Do you hear the people sing
Lost in the valley of the night
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light

For the wretched of the earth
There is a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise.

They will live again in freedom
In the garden of the Lord
They will walk behind the plough-share
They will put away the sword
The chain will be broken
And all men will have their reward!

Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!
Tomorrow comes!
Tomorrow comes!

As the screen fades to black, the three nations finally snap back to reality. America immediately starts crying, feeling both elated joy and overwhelming sadness at the same time, France puts his head in his hands and shakes with emotion; even Russia lets a few tears fall.

"America..." France says through his tears. "I can't be sure of its accuracy, but if you let them change one thing about this movie, I will personally strangle you."

America nods, still crying from all the feelings overwhelming his heart. As they exit the theater, he pulls out his iPod and uses his country status to download the whole soundtrack, movie, and anything else related to the most moving film he's ever seen.

Hi! It's applechan53!

Okay, so isn't Les Miserables the best thing ever? Besides Hetalia, that is. I saw it last week and just HAD to write this!

America's reaction is EXACTLY how I reacted. I made it through the entire movie without crying, but when I saw the revolutionists waving that battered flag, and that little boy smiling... I lost it. I started laughing and crying all the way up to my room. It was the strangest feeling ever...

Ja, I put in the summary that there were spoilers in this, so if you read this without first seeing Les Mis... me, Russia, America, and France will take pleasure in beating you to death... ^J^