Disclaimer: I neither own nor have permission to use "Hetalia: Axis Powers" or "Monty Python and the Holy Grail", I do so for entertainment purposes without intent to profit and beg the lawyers not to make an example of me.

Hey, at least I didn't try to make any claims about Anarcho-Syndicalism.


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"The Nations of Hetalia and The Holy Grail"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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The well-known television personality knelt down in the middle of the village. It really was a depressing place, ridden with plague and starvation, malnutrition... it was perfect for why he was there. Facing him were a series of cameras and their operators, a sound specialist with a boom-mic, the director and even the well-known television personality's personal makeup artist. Normally, they would film in a village created on a Hollywood soundstage, but recently a disgruntled junior coffee-boy had acquired pictures of the filming to use as blackmail for a promotion to danish-and-doughnut handler, so they were forced to film this commercial on location, no matter how much the personality hated filming on location.

"Sound... Speed... and Action!"

The camera did a slow zoom in on the personality, the operator making sure to take in the surrounding village in the process.

"When you were growing up," the personality spoke towards the camera, "Your parents would tell you to clean your plate because there were starving children in third-world countries. But that's not enough. They need more than just your leftovers, they need your help. Clothing, shelter, medical care, they need all of these things and for only a dollar a day, you can help provi-What the hell?"

As though they didn't see them, a man in a white tabard with a chainmail hood and golden crown upon his head, for lack of a better term, skipped between the camera and the personality, followed shortly by another man wearing a dirty brown tunic and matching hood, clapping two empty coconut halves together and making the sound of hoofbeats.

"Cut!" The director shouted, throwing his megaphone to the ground, "Who was that moron? He ruined our commercial!"

"He must be a king," the personality commented

"Why?" the director snarled, "Because he hasn't got shit all over him?"

The personality stood up and curled his fingers into a fist, "No, because he was wearing a crown, you idiot director!"

"That's it, you're fired!" The director shouted in anger, jumping to his feet, "You'll never work in this business again!"

Two long strides and the personality drew back his fist, a third and he swung, connecting with the director's jaw.

"You're filming this, right?" the personal makeup artist asked quietly as the director staggered, then threw a return punch as he regained his footing.

"Oh, yeah,' the camera operator answered in the same tone as a brawl erupted between director and personality in the middle of the village, "The hard part's going to be deciding who to sell it to for the most money."