In the city of 'Man, I wish this place was Japan, but it isn't,' there was a terribad conflict between two groups. The Anglophiles, lovers of anything British, English, and sconish, battled against the Intellectual Badasses, fiercely and passionately. The two leaders were consumed with a hatred of each other that spread throughout their entire lives, munching on every thought, influencing every action, and they were therefore obsessed with each others.

The 'Prime Minister' of the Anglophiles was the top hat-wearing, crumpet-drinking, and tea-eating Kriss Kross. She lived through her dream, a dream of controlling the tectonic plates, smashing and sliding them, to form an anagram of Britain and Japan, so she could enjoy her crumpets with sushi. She led the group with the strength of Churchill, the discipline of Thatcher, and the hair-color of Tony Blair's wife.

Well, enough about her.

The doyen of the Intellectual Badasses was Franklin Livingston, a very heterosexual young man. Did I mention he was heterosexual? Yes. He likes women bi the way. He is heterosexual. There is nothing heterosexual about him. Yes. Heterosexual. No Hetero.

This story tells the often repeated story of Romeo and Juliet with the addition of spontaneous singing, dancing, and mangled Japanese. The International Academy of Hetalia fanfiction welcomes all students, faculty, and otherworldly creatures to the theater.

Director, Francis Bonnefoy. Japanese provided by…. I apologize, I forgot, music composition provided by Roderich rhymes-with-rick, choreography provided by Antonio Carreido.

Will you now look at this mess? Please enjoy IAHF's EAST SIDE OTAKU.

Hello! I'm Sunshine Soysauce, well.. if you haven't noticed yet, this is a parody of West Side Story mixed in with IAHF (by the fabulous Ms. Lily Winterwood). I probably created some mochis, but I'm sure they'll live happy mochi lives /blobbed

Please Read and Review ;) /tosses popcorn