the spec-crack-ular AU game!

[puella_nerdii]

Wow, it's been ages since I've played any sort of writing game in my journal. I remember when I used to do them all the time! I admittedly had less people reading my journal then, but. This one should be both doable and fun, though.

Give me the premise for a crossover (example: Germany gets lost in the middle of a fairytale and runs into Fakir), a

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[adesso]

Germany gets lost in the middle of a fairytale and runs into Fakir <--- !!!!

[moonsheen]

SECONDED. (princess tutu takes place in a fictional german town and i will not be told different damnit)

[adesso]

(Germany likes this story because it has meta and a happy ending and he is a sucker for both.)

[moonsheen]

(Germany's also responsible for the versions with the excessive dismemberment so Herr Drosselmeyer's entirely his goddamn fault.)

[twistedsheets10]

Because you proposed it:

Hetalia and Temeraire fusion: World War II -- with dragons!

Also, permission to gank this meme sometime in the future?

[puella_nerdii]

Permission granted!

And -- alihdflasdf. Oh god. SO HOT.

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"And you've still no intention of outfitting that behemoth of yours with a proper crew, have you?" England asks.

"I've got a proper crew," Carolina retorts, her jowls quivering. America pets the flaps of skin and scale around her muzzle, and the rumble she gives at that makes his whole arm tingle. "See? I've got America, and he's the best there is."

"You too, sweetheart," America says, patting her snout. She nuzzles him and almost knocks him off his feet, but he rolls with it and only staggers sideways a little before he rights himself, grinning at England -- and America thinks his Gloriana would be smiling, too, her eyes look less pinched and yellowed than usual and she's not carrying her tail so stiffly. "We're a team," he tells England. "Just her and me and the sky. That's the only way you can do it."

[twistedsheets10]

XD

That is so cute. America and his dragon, D'awww. FUCK YEAH.

Grumpy!Dragon is there, too. with his Grumpy!Pilot.

(Does England have a proper crew?)

(Now I'm kinda imagining Never Before -- with dragons)

[mithrigil]

SECONDED.

wat.

[noonish]

America and Japan as people who work the ticket counter in the airport.

Re: wat.

[puella_nerdii]

Talking isn't working, so Alfred flicks a pen cap Kiku's way instead -- it bounces off his arm and creases his perfect white shirt the wrong way, and Alfred almost gets Kiku to whip his head around and glare except he's talking to a customer and he's got too much dignity, but Alfred can see his teeth strain when he smiles.

"What?" Kiku asks him when the customer's left, all calm again. He straightens his lapel pin, and Alfred looks down and sees that his is crooked again. Whoops.

"So are we still calling them frequent flyer miles? Because everyone calls them frequent flyer miles. I'm thinking we need a new name, you know?" He rubs his hands together. "Something exciting. Something like -- I dunno, perpetual plane points? Yeah. You with me?"

Kiku sighs.

Re: wat.

[byzantienne]

This is absurdly funny. Just. heeeeeeeeeeee.

Re: wat.

[puella_nerdii]

MY COUNTRY = DOOFPARTY.

NOW AND FOREVER.

...am undecided on whether this is good or bad.

[semperseira]

Ummm... I forgot, how familiar are you with Kuroshitsuji(demon butler!) because I was thinking of Victorian!age England crossover with Kuroshitsuji? Wherein England runs into Sebastian.

[puella_nerdii]

I AM FAMILIAR. *griiiiiiiiiiiiiin*

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"I know the Name you have in mind. It won't work," the creature says, just as England's about to call it down; the candles at the points of his pentagram gutter, and the lines of chalk he set down seem to erode at the edges. Oh, there's a chill wind here indeed, but England will not shiver.

"Do you deny that it is yours?" England asks, and reaches for his cross -- no. He needs older magicks for this, deeper ones, ones the land learned long before the Savior reached his shores.

"No." The creature steps into the jacitating light, and England blinks: his tailcoat is tailored to perfection, his gloves an even starker white than his skin. The rest is black, the same soundless consuming black that pervades the room. "It's mine, after a fashion, but you shall get nothing from me if you call me by it; I answer to a different name now."

Are you not the same? those glittering eyes ask, and the creature knows the answer, for his lips curl at the corners. He smiles; his teeth glitter.

"You may call me

[twistedsheets10]

Oh my God, this AU. I mean. holy crap. /shivers

[puella_nerdii]

It's kind of, uh. Really pretty. Innit. Yeah.

[lady_venn]

What say you to Hetalia/BSG fusion?

[puella_nerdii]

Is cool, but can I have a little more of a prompt than just that?

[lady_venn]

Sure, pardon my ninth-but-really-tenth-week burnt-out brain. :P

Set around Resurrection Ship - Galactica meets Pegasus (Hetalification applied to the Battlestars, in this case)