Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for several days. I chalk it up to both procrastination/laziness and the fact that I've got a new One Piece/Hunger Games project coming out soon.

Disclaimer: I only own One Piece: Parallel Works.

The next thing I know, my family and I are eating dinner. It would be a nice last dinner with my family before Gray and I possibly switch factions, had my parents not ordered Kentucky Fried Chicken, Domino's Pizza, and Taco Bell.

"Dear Rhaegar Targaryen, or as our brothers in Westeros call you, "some random pretty-boy who's already dead", we thank you so much for this bountiful harvest of Domino's, KFC, and the always delicious Taco Bell. I just want to take time to say thank you for my family - My two beautiful, beautiful, handsome, striking - and adopted, in Gray's case-, children - Lucy Heartfilia and Gray Fullbuster, or 'a busted Daytona stripper' as we call him. And, of course my red-hot smoking wife, Layla, who is a stone-cold fox - Who, if you were to rate her ass on a hundred, it would easily be a 94. Also wanna thank you for my best friend and wingman, Hetalia Faction Leader Igneel Dragneel, who's got my back no matter what," Dad says. Everyone but him sweatdrops.

"Well, let's eat," Gray says before we dig in.

Some last meal this this.

The next morning, we all go to the Sears Tower to choose which anime to follow for the rest of our lives. For me, I could either remain worshipping nation-tans, or I could be a pirate or a sexy maid. Or, I have to spend the rest of my life worshipping a man named Andrew Hussie, whoever he is.

"Okay, smile," Mom says as she pulls out her Polariod camera.

"Mom!" Gray and I cry. This is not the time for pictures.

"Yeah, Layla, this is not the time for pictures!" Dad points out. Mom sighs.

"Okay," Mom says like the Okay Guy as she puts away her camera. "You two have a good time. Be sure to return to your ship or mansion or ninja colony or something before curfew."

"Also, no smoking pot!" Dad adds.

"Jude, our children DO NOT smoke marijuana. Our kids live above the influence," Mom says.

"Yeah, well, last night I was watching Gray do his math homework, and one of his answers was 420," Dad retorts. Gray and I use this time to sneak into the row of teenagers.

"That was a close one," Gray says as he wipes a bead of sweat from his brow.

"Yeah. Had we stayed with mom and dad, mom would've wiped the dirt from your cheek," I explain. "Oh, wait, let me do that for you."

I lick my finger and wipe a smudge off of Gray's cheek. Gray then pushes me off of him.

"Goddamn it, Lucy, you're embarassing me!" Gray yells. Then, the leader of Hetalia faction, Igneel Dragneel, turns on his microphone. He's also a dragon who has a human son, which is very weird.

"Testing, testing. One, two, three," Igneel says into the microphone before he clears his throat. "Taylor Swift sucks! All of you, go listen to Flogging Molly! Thank you! I do two shows a night at the Holy Roman Empire Memorial Theater and Italian Restaurant!"

Everyone sweatdrops.

"Well, we know the microphone's on. Anyway..." Igneel explains. "Welcome, welcome. The time has come to select one boy and one girl to compete in the 74th annual Hunger Games."

"This isn't Narnia!" Dad yells from somewhere in the audience.

"I'm drunk, what do you expect?!" Igneel argues. "Anyway, the time has come to sort your childern into the four houses of Hogwarts - Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and Griffyndor."

"This isn't Hogwarts either!" Dad yells. I facepalm.

"Come on, already. Make this quick so I can choose the new anime," I think to myself as my eyes trail to the volumes of Bleach, One Piece, Naruto, Kuroshitsuji, and Hetalia on a table in front of Igneel. In order to select your new anime, you have to cut the palm of your hand with a kitchen knife and spill your blood onto the manga of your choice. Personally, I think that's a waste of good books since they're getting dirty with someone's blood, but who am I to judge?

"Gray Fullbuster!"

Gray takes the stage. Unfortunately, he took the stage naked. This understandably causes chaos.

"Son, put some clothes on! You're not from a hentai anime faction!" Dad yells from the audience. Igneel turns to Gray.

"Young man, what faction are you from?" Igneel asks Gray.

"Hetalia faction," Gray answers.

"When you get to your new faction's headquarters, please put some clothes on. Nobody wants to see that," Igneel explains as he wraps a sheet around Gray. "Anyway, please choose your faction wisely. Once you go black, you can't go back."

Gray cuts himself with the knife. With almost no hesitation, he decides to let his blood drip onto the stack of Kuroshitsuji manga.

Bitch. Now I'm all alone.

"Looks like somebody wants to make a contract with Sebastian Michaelis!" Igneel announces. Gray bows as he walks off stage to wild applause, leaving his sheet on stage.

"Son, you forgot your towel!" Dad yells.

"Honey, be quiet," Mom warns dad.

"You're embarassing me, dad!" Gray yells from the Kuroshitsuji faction transfers' section. I facepalm.

"Lucy Heartfilia!"

I take a deep breath and take the stage. Since I'm an S.O.S. Brigadier, I can choose any anime I want. Why? YOLO, that's why.

"So, Lucy, how has your faction served you?" Igneel asks me.

"It was okay," I say. Igneel hands me the knife.

"Well, choose your new faction. Cake and grief counseling will be offered afterwards. The cake is a lie," Igneel tells me, quoting the Portal series, which I hear is really popular in Narnia.

With a sigh, I cut the palm of my hand with the knife. Since I don't know what to do, I kind of freeze there. Then, I realize I'm making a complete ass out of myself, so I decide to move, spilling my blood onto the carpet...

And onto the stack of One Piece manga.

Looks like I'm a pirate now.

Ending Note: Review if you want to see more Fairy Tail characters!