I think I have spent more time socializing in the past week than in the past three months. Go me!
Stolen from rionaleonhart, because well why not:
- Write a list of characters and number them.
- Input the number of characters into this random number generator as the maximum and generate two numbers.
- Ramble about how the corresponding pairing/partnership/general interaction would (or, indeed, wouldn't) work. Perhaps write a snippet/one-sentence fic for it if you're feeling brave.
- Repeat to your heart's content.
9/11 unfortunate number, that: Jo Grant (Doctor Who)/Minoru Tokito (Wild Adapter)
Jo wanted to say that she was getting too old to be sent off on wild goose chases, but the Brig had insisted, all the active personnel were off handling the latest major crisis on British soil, and it wasn't as if she was terribly busy--the farms were almost running themselves these days, what with the new equipment. (Which was most assuredly Earth-based. Most assuredly.) So she really didn't mind going on a trip to investigate possible alien interference in a drug cartel. Besides, she'd always wanted to see Japan.
One week later, as she was trying to calm down a violently-panicking young man who had claws and fur on a right hand that could bend a steel bar, she wondered if she should regret that.
A MOTHER FIGURE IS TOTALLY WHAT TOKITO NEEDS. Especially one who is used to crazy things! Obviously there would be the usual stranger-wariness, but, well, Jo. How could such a sweet old lady be a threat? Ahahahahahahahahaha. Also, aliens are just as good an explanation as any.
6/16: Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)/Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
"I know a guy who can make fire by snapping his fingers," Ed said warily, "but he uses science, and also he is not psychotic."
"He sounds frightfully boring," Azula said, and contemplated what temperature would be required to melt automail.
--Ed really has a horrible enough life without adding Princess Crazy to it, thank you. BUT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS.
10/12: Makoto Kubota (Wild Adapter)/Peri Brown (Doctor Who)
Not that late-20th-century Japan wasn't a perfectly nice place to visit, but, well, compared to the last place they had been--the fifth moon of Aurora, a green paradise with the most wonderful glittering flowers and a complete lack of things trying to kill them--it wasn't much, Peri thought. Especially not this part of it. Grimy streets, prostitutes and homeless people on every corner, endless numbers of dark alleys she was far too smart to go down...
...but of course she had to go down one of them, because there were people chasing her, and as she ran through the gritty puddles she decided there really wasn't a limit to the number of times she could complain about them going to places where people would try to kill them.
Her thoughts were cut short, however, when, despite all logic, she ran into somebody.
At first Peri wondered what sort of person would just hang around in alleys (running through them was different, obviously), but as she looked up at the really rather tall bespectacled young man, she decided she didn't care. "Please, can you help us?" she pleaded. "My friend's been captured, I have to get help--those people behind me, they think we stole something from them and admittedly we did but they're not the sort of people who should have it in the first place and if you're the sort of person who hangs around in alleys wearing a trenchcoat and smoking a cigarette then you're probably the kind of person who can take care of things like that, right?"
The young man raised an eyebrow. "Probably," he said.
She could hear footsteps behind her. "Please!" she insisted. "We didn't mean to get caught up in the yakuza, I swear, we came here for fun--"
The young man frowned slightly. "Yakuza?" he asked.
"Yes, yakuza!"
He shifted his cigarette between his lips. "What did you steal, exactly?"
"There was this substance my friend wanted to analyze, I think they were using it as a drug--"
A man entered the alleyway with a shout. In one long, sinuous movement, the young man drew a gun from his coat and shot him in the head.
Peri stared at the collapsing body, speechless. The young man looked back at her.
"I have a friend, too," he said. "If I get yours back, they'll help me with mine." It wasn't a question.
Further shouts came from outside the alley. Peri swallowed. "Yes," she whispered.
When she looked at his eyes, she saw nothing in them. Nothing at all.
...okay that turned out longer. Also apparently it is a day for Old Who/Wild Adapter crossovers. But I am down with that! Doctor Who crossovers and Wild Adapter fic in general are things there can never be enough of.
2/7: America (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
"Okay, so, magic elemental powers are really awesome," the yellow-haired guy says. Seriously, his hair is yellow. And his skin is sort of like Suki's, but--well, there's just something weird about it. And what kind of accent is that, anyway? "And, uh, you don't have any. That must suck."
"I'm the smart one," Sokka says. It's true! "I plan the plans, I write the routes. All those magic elemental-powered friends of mine? They'd be dead without me." Actually quite a lot of people would be dead without him, but hey, he's not one to brag. Much.
"Yeah, okay," the yellow-haired guy says, but he doesn't look convinced. "I mean, the thing about being powerful? It pretty much does make the ones who aren't feel like they suck. And then actually they try to become powerful which means you have to be more powerful and okay maybe power is more trouble than it's worth. Maybe. But my point is, dude, you have a friend who shoots fire out of his hands."
"And a friend who can bend metal with her mind," Sokka says proudly. His friends are pretty awesome. Even if they're not always that smart. "And you should see my sister during a full moon--actually maybe you shouldn't. That's, uh. Not something we want everyone to know about."
"I say smoke'em if you got'em," the yellow-haired man says. "You got something that makes you really, really strong? If you don't use it, there's no point in having it. Unless the point of not using it is so that nobody else uses theirs. Um. Let's go back to the part where a badass destined hero defeated the bad guy and saved the world. I liked that part."
...this went in a weird direction. BUT WHATEVER, IT'S AMERICA AND SOKKA, ANYTHING WITH THEM COULD NOT POSSIBLY TURN OUT AS EXPECTED. The day America meets Aang is the day all the animals of the world shudder involuntarily.
19/20: Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)/Annie (Being Human)
She runs her hand across his chest, and he sees the slight look of concentration on her face, like she's trying to hold on to something. "And inside you're just...nothing," she says.
"Inside I'm me," Al replies. "It's just that that part of me looks and feels a lot like nothing. But it's still me." He waves an empty metal hand. "Hello. Something's moving that, right?"
Annie smiles. "Right. More than heaven and earth, as they say."
Al would wrinkle his forehead if he had one, but he doesn't. "As who say?"
"Never mind." She pauses. "And you...don't remember anything? Not at all?"
Al shakes his head. Helmet. Whatever. "It just hurt a lot, and then...I woke up. Like this. Ed remembers more, but he doesn't like talking about it."
"Good. That's good." Something crosses her face, almost too quick to see. "You shouldn't have to remember it," she says quietly. "Nobody should. And you're so young..."
"Not as young as everyone else my age," Al says, and wishes it wasn't true, but--just wishing never got them anything, did it.
There's a long, long pause. Al would shuffle his feet, but that's kind of loud.
Eventually, Annie grins. "So," she says. "I can throw people against walls with my mind. What can you do?"
Inside an emptiness that isn't empty, Al grins back. "Oh, just you wait."
These are getting kind of oddly appropriate, aren't they? The random number generator is wise! Or something like that.
1/8: England (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
"But can you control water currents?" England asks. "You do have ships, don't you?"
"We have canoes," Katara says. "The Fire Nation are the ones with the big steamships. And the Earth Kingdom has houseboats, I think...but waterbending can be used for sailing, yes. Not that I've seen it much. What with not knowing any other waterbenders for years, and all."
England gets a slightly glazed look in his eyes. "God, I could have used you people," he says. "Well, I probably wouldn't have given you any choice in the matter, I was a bit of a bastard back then, but--"
Off in the oceanic distance, a boy with a blue arrow on his head is riding a whale. And is flipped off. He lands on the beach with a thud, wincing.
Katara sighs. "I'm sorry, I have to go--I swear, every time I tell him something's a bad idea, he just goes off and does it anyway...you'd think a functionally-immortal being with powers and responsibilities most people can barely comprehend would have some kind of sense, wouldn't you?"
"No," England says grimly. "I really, really wouldn't."
AHAHAHAHAHAHA, CROSSOVER OF MY DREAMS. I am still inordinately fond of the idea of waterbender!England, okay. And he and Katara would have MUCH BONDING. Although she is probably a little too optimistic for his tastes. But still. MY DREAMS.
15/17: Prussia (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Aziraphale (Good Omens)
"Y'know what?" Prussia says, his speech only slightly slurred. "We really are sorry. For the. You know. And all that. England and me, we're tight. We go out drinking, like, all the time, I swear."
"Actually, I believe you were on our side once," Aziraphale says thoughtfully. He hasn't decided to be drunk yet. "Ages ago. With the Teutonic Knights. Very determined fellows, the Teutonic Knights. I think that was considered our side, anyway."
"Fuckin' dudes didn't know how to party, I can tell you that much," Prussia says. He takes another swig, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm glad I got out of all that religion shit. No offense meant."
"None taken," Aziraphale says, and is mildly surprised to discover that he means it. "Frankly, I was never fond of those centuries. All that unpleasantness. Not that the other centuries didn't have their share of it, but--well, I grew quite fond of Lithuania. Even when he wasn't officially on my side. My friend introduced me to him. Such a nice fellow."
Prussia snorts. "You wouldn't say that if you'd had to fuckin' fight the bastard," he says. "Never trust the quiet ones. Fuckers, all of them."
"Quite," Aziraphale says, and decides to be drunk after all. "Now, about that 'Holy Roman Empire' business..."
Pretty much this is a pairing that makes no sense whatsoever. (Aziraphale and England, on the other hand, would be nothing short of epic.) But still! That is the point of this meme, is it not?
4/18: Italy (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Crowley (Good Omens)
"People are always telling me I look like I came from you," Crowley says. "They never listen when I say, no, actually I'm a bit south of that."
"But you're not Romano's either," Italy says, frowning. "--oh! That was a joke, wasn't it! You're funny."
"I guess you could say a good portion of my work comes from his people," Crowley says thoughtfully. "I mean, declaring a city to be a separate state--paranoid much?"
Italy shrugs, and runs his finger around the rim of his glass. It sings out, low and quiet. "Ah, it makes the people happy," he says. "Most of us don't believe, I think, or at least not in anything specific. We all know there's something. That man of England's, he showed everyone that the world grows and changes on its own, but what did we come from? And then there are those like you, who are supposed to prove so much but really prove so little because you never say anything. Romano doesn't like any of you. Even the ones he's supposed to. He says you're no help at all."
Crowley chuckles. "Yeah, well, if we say too much it kind of ruins the point." He takes a long sip from his glass, savoring the flavor; Italy's wine cellars could make a bitter nonbeliever into the devoutest of worshippers. He makes a note never to test this. "You know, I knew your granddad," he says suddenly. "Great guy."
Italy wrinkles his nose. "I don't know if that's a good thing, coming from you."
"Eh, he went to the other side eventually. Still knew how to throw a party, though. Nobody makes stuffed dormice like that any more."
"Grandpa's food was weird," Italy says. "I made it better. Maybe Spain helped a little."
"Now, there's a guy who knows how to have a good time," Crowley says, raising his glass. "Amazing, the stuff you lot come up with. I mean, bullfighting. We never thought of that. That was all you."
"All them," Italy says, frowning. "We're not our people."
Crowley looks at the grandson of the greatest and most feared empire of the western world, currently studying his wineglass to see how to get the best tone out of it. "Maybe not you," Crowley says, and drains his glass.
Really. The devoutest.
It is also a day for Hetalia/Good Omens crossovers, apparently! I do not have much to say about this one other than that it is really really hard to write Italy. Perhaps this is why there is so little fic of him? THAT IS NO EXCUSE, HE'S PRACTICALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER.
3/13: Germany (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Donna Noble (Doctor Who)
"You know what?" she says. "This isn't the strangest thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe I'm saying that."
Germany looks at the blue box sitting some distance away from what remains of the wall. Nobody else seems to have noticed it. But everyone is busy, of course. His hands are still sore from the hammer, and there are bits of graffitied concrete stuck in his coat. "Not strange," he says. "That's the point. Separation shouldn't be normal."
"Right," she says, and he doesn't think she quite understands it, but at least she's trying to. "My friend, he said today's a day he can really feel proud of. Just a really good day, he called it."
Germany can't quite remember what really good days are like, but--his brother's off getting beer for what he is assured will be the best damn party either of them's seen in years, and his brother will be back, and his brother will stay back, and--"Yes," he says. "A good day."
--you know I really wanted to fit a Germany-is-played-by-John-Barrowman joke in here but um it turned out a little differently. (Bonus points: Prussia is played by David Tennant. YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE.)
14/5: Martha Jones (Doctor Who)/Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
"So you're going to--patch the dimensional crack," the boy says slowly.
"And then we can get you right back home, minimal damage done," Martha replies. "It'd be faster if a friend of mine was here, but we're not too shabby at it ourselves. I know he says this sort of thing isn't supposed to happen any more, but oh, what does he know, you should never say things like that..."
"...I'll take your word for it," the boy says. He hesitates. "Um. I'm sorry about the--whatever that thing was."
"A Bisovian diplomat," Martha says. "Don't worry. They're fireproof." The computers weren't, but, well, he didn't need to know that. The poor kid's confused enough as it is.
"Of course they are," the boy says weakly. "And--why does everyone keep pointing those things at me?"
"Those thi--oh. Oh, dear. Those are called guns."
"...what do they do?" the boy asks.
"Nothing your dimension needs to know about," Martha says, and gets back to work before she breaks any kind of prime directive.
I have no idea where I get this stuff from. I seriously do not. BUT ANYWAY THAT'S ALL OF THEM and that is more than I've written in like the whole past month, oh man. I cannot tell if this was productivity! But it was fun, at any rate. Because what the world really needs is illogical cross-medium crossovers. Oh yes.
- Write a list of characters and number them.
- Input the number of characters into this random number generator as the maximum and generate two numbers.
- Ramble about how the corresponding pairing/partnership/general interaction would (or, indeed, wouldn't) work. Perhaps write a snippet/one-sentence fic for it if you're feeling brave.
- Repeat to your heart's content.
9/11 unfortunate number, that: Jo Grant (Doctor Who)/Minoru Tokito (Wild Adapter)
Jo wanted to say that she was getting too old to be sent off on wild goose chases, but the Brig had insisted, all the active personnel were off handling the latest major crisis on British soil, and it wasn't as if she was terribly busy--the farms were almost running themselves these days, what with the new equipment. (Which was most assuredly Earth-based. Most assuredly.) So she really didn't mind going on a trip to investigate possible alien interference in a drug cartel. Besides, she'd always wanted to see Japan.
One week later, as she was trying to calm down a violently-panicking young man who had claws and fur on a right hand that could bend a steel bar, she wondered if she should regret that.
A MOTHER FIGURE IS TOTALLY WHAT TOKITO NEEDS. Especially one who is used to crazy things! Obviously there would be the usual stranger-wariness, but, well, Jo. How could such a sweet old lady be a threat? Ahahahahahahahahaha. Also, aliens are just as good an explanation as any.
6/16: Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender)/Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)
"I know a guy who can make fire by snapping his fingers," Ed said warily, "but he uses science, and also he is not psychotic."
"He sounds frightfully boring," Azula said, and contemplated what temperature would be required to melt automail.
--Ed really has a horrible enough life without adding Princess Crazy to it, thank you. BUT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS.
10/12: Makoto Kubota (Wild Adapter)/Peri Brown (Doctor Who)
Not that late-20th-century Japan wasn't a perfectly nice place to visit, but, well, compared to the last place they had been--the fifth moon of Aurora, a green paradise with the most wonderful glittering flowers and a complete lack of things trying to kill them--it wasn't much, Peri thought. Especially not this part of it. Grimy streets, prostitutes and homeless people on every corner, endless numbers of dark alleys she was far too smart to go down...
...but of course she had to go down one of them, because there were people chasing her, and as she ran through the gritty puddles she decided there really wasn't a limit to the number of times she could complain about them going to places where people would try to kill them.
Her thoughts were cut short, however, when, despite all logic, she ran into somebody.
At first Peri wondered what sort of person would just hang around in alleys (running through them was different, obviously), but as she looked up at the really rather tall bespectacled young man, she decided she didn't care. "Please, can you help us?" she pleaded. "My friend's been captured, I have to get help--those people behind me, they think we stole something from them and admittedly we did but they're not the sort of people who should have it in the first place and if you're the sort of person who hangs around in alleys wearing a trenchcoat and smoking a cigarette then you're probably the kind of person who can take care of things like that, right?"
The young man raised an eyebrow. "Probably," he said.
She could hear footsteps behind her. "Please!" she insisted. "We didn't mean to get caught up in the yakuza, I swear, we came here for fun--"
The young man frowned slightly. "Yakuza?" he asked.
"Yes, yakuza!"
He shifted his cigarette between his lips. "What did you steal, exactly?"
"There was this substance my friend wanted to analyze, I think they were using it as a drug--"
A man entered the alleyway with a shout. In one long, sinuous movement, the young man drew a gun from his coat and shot him in the head.
Peri stared at the collapsing body, speechless. The young man looked back at her.
"I have a friend, too," he said. "If I get yours back, they'll help me with mine." It wasn't a question.
Further shouts came from outside the alley. Peri swallowed. "Yes," she whispered.
When she looked at his eyes, she saw nothing in them. Nothing at all.
...okay that turned out longer. Also apparently it is a day for Old Who/Wild Adapter crossovers. But I am down with that! Doctor Who crossovers and Wild Adapter fic in general are things there can never be enough of.
2/7: America (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
"Okay, so, magic elemental powers are really awesome," the yellow-haired guy says. Seriously, his hair is yellow. And his skin is sort of like Suki's, but--well, there's just something weird about it. And what kind of accent is that, anyway? "And, uh, you don't have any. That must suck."
"I'm the smart one," Sokka says. It's true! "I plan the plans, I write the routes. All those magic elemental-powered friends of mine? They'd be dead without me." Actually quite a lot of people would be dead without him, but hey, he's not one to brag. Much.
"Yeah, okay," the yellow-haired guy says, but he doesn't look convinced. "I mean, the thing about being powerful? It pretty much does make the ones who aren't feel like they suck. And then actually they try to become powerful which means you have to be more powerful and okay maybe power is more trouble than it's worth. Maybe. But my point is, dude, you have a friend who shoots fire out of his hands."
"And a friend who can bend metal with her mind," Sokka says proudly. His friends are pretty awesome. Even if they're not always that smart. "And you should see my sister during a full moon--actually maybe you shouldn't. That's, uh. Not something we want everyone to know about."
"I say smoke'em if you got'em," the yellow-haired man says. "You got something that makes you really, really strong? If you don't use it, there's no point in having it. Unless the point of not using it is so that nobody else uses theirs. Um. Let's go back to the part where a badass destined hero defeated the bad guy and saved the world. I liked that part."
...this went in a weird direction. BUT WHATEVER, IT'S AMERICA AND SOKKA, ANYTHING WITH THEM COULD NOT POSSIBLY TURN OUT AS EXPECTED. The day America meets Aang is the day all the animals of the world shudder involuntarily.
19/20: Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)/Annie (Being Human)
She runs her hand across his chest, and he sees the slight look of concentration on her face, like she's trying to hold on to something. "And inside you're just...nothing," she says.
"Inside I'm me," Al replies. "It's just that that part of me looks and feels a lot like nothing. But it's still me." He waves an empty metal hand. "Hello. Something's moving that, right?"
Annie smiles. "Right. More than heaven and earth, as they say."
Al would wrinkle his forehead if he had one, but he doesn't. "As who say?"
"Never mind." She pauses. "And you...don't remember anything? Not at all?"
Al shakes his head. Helmet. Whatever. "It just hurt a lot, and then...I woke up. Like this. Ed remembers more, but he doesn't like talking about it."
"Good. That's good." Something crosses her face, almost too quick to see. "You shouldn't have to remember it," she says quietly. "Nobody should. And you're so young..."
"Not as young as everyone else my age," Al says, and wishes it wasn't true, but--just wishing never got them anything, did it.
There's a long, long pause. Al would shuffle his feet, but that's kind of loud.
Eventually, Annie grins. "So," she says. "I can throw people against walls with my mind. What can you do?"
Inside an emptiness that isn't empty, Al grins back. "Oh, just you wait."
These are getting kind of oddly appropriate, aren't they? The random number generator is wise! Or something like that.
1/8: England (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
"But can you control water currents?" England asks. "You do have ships, don't you?"
"We have canoes," Katara says. "The Fire Nation are the ones with the big steamships. And the Earth Kingdom has houseboats, I think...but waterbending can be used for sailing, yes. Not that I've seen it much. What with not knowing any other waterbenders for years, and all."
England gets a slightly glazed look in his eyes. "God, I could have used you people," he says. "Well, I probably wouldn't have given you any choice in the matter, I was a bit of a bastard back then, but--"
Off in the oceanic distance, a boy with a blue arrow on his head is riding a whale. And is flipped off. He lands on the beach with a thud, wincing.
Katara sighs. "I'm sorry, I have to go--I swear, every time I tell him something's a bad idea, he just goes off and does it anyway...you'd think a functionally-immortal being with powers and responsibilities most people can barely comprehend would have some kind of sense, wouldn't you?"
"No," England says grimly. "I really, really wouldn't."
AHAHAHAHAHAHA, CROSSOVER OF MY DREAMS. I am still inordinately fond of the idea of waterbender!England, okay. And he and Katara would have MUCH BONDING. Although she is probably a little too optimistic for his tastes. But still. MY DREAMS.
15/17: Prussia (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Aziraphale (Good Omens)
"Y'know what?" Prussia says, his speech only slightly slurred. "We really are sorry. For the. You know. And all that. England and me, we're tight. We go out drinking, like, all the time, I swear."
"Actually, I believe you were on our side once," Aziraphale says thoughtfully. He hasn't decided to be drunk yet. "Ages ago. With the Teutonic Knights. Very determined fellows, the Teutonic Knights. I think that was considered our side, anyway."
"Fuckin' dudes didn't know how to party, I can tell you that much," Prussia says. He takes another swig, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm glad I got out of all that religion shit. No offense meant."
"None taken," Aziraphale says, and is mildly surprised to discover that he means it. "Frankly, I was never fond of those centuries. All that unpleasantness. Not that the other centuries didn't have their share of it, but--well, I grew quite fond of Lithuania. Even when he wasn't officially on my side. My friend introduced me to him. Such a nice fellow."
Prussia snorts. "You wouldn't say that if you'd had to fuckin' fight the bastard," he says. "Never trust the quiet ones. Fuckers, all of them."
"Quite," Aziraphale says, and decides to be drunk after all. "Now, about that 'Holy Roman Empire' business..."
Pretty much this is a pairing that makes no sense whatsoever. (Aziraphale and England, on the other hand, would be nothing short of epic.) But still! That is the point of this meme, is it not?
4/18: Italy (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Crowley (Good Omens)
"People are always telling me I look like I came from you," Crowley says. "They never listen when I say, no, actually I'm a bit south of that."
"But you're not Romano's either," Italy says, frowning. "--oh! That was a joke, wasn't it! You're funny."
"I guess you could say a good portion of my work comes from his people," Crowley says thoughtfully. "I mean, declaring a city to be a separate state--paranoid much?"
Italy shrugs, and runs his finger around the rim of his glass. It sings out, low and quiet. "Ah, it makes the people happy," he says. "Most of us don't believe, I think, or at least not in anything specific. We all know there's something. That man of England's, he showed everyone that the world grows and changes on its own, but what did we come from? And then there are those like you, who are supposed to prove so much but really prove so little because you never say anything. Romano doesn't like any of you. Even the ones he's supposed to. He says you're no help at all."
Crowley chuckles. "Yeah, well, if we say too much it kind of ruins the point." He takes a long sip from his glass, savoring the flavor; Italy's wine cellars could make a bitter nonbeliever into the devoutest of worshippers. He makes a note never to test this. "You know, I knew your granddad," he says suddenly. "Great guy."
Italy wrinkles his nose. "I don't know if that's a good thing, coming from you."
"Eh, he went to the other side eventually. Still knew how to throw a party, though. Nobody makes stuffed dormice like that any more."
"Grandpa's food was weird," Italy says. "I made it better. Maybe Spain helped a little."
"Now, there's a guy who knows how to have a good time," Crowley says, raising his glass. "Amazing, the stuff you lot come up with. I mean, bullfighting. We never thought of that. That was all you."
"All them," Italy says, frowning. "We're not our people."
Crowley looks at the grandson of the greatest and most feared empire of the western world, currently studying his wineglass to see how to get the best tone out of it. "Maybe not you," Crowley says, and drains his glass.
Really. The devoutest.
It is also a day for Hetalia/Good Omens crossovers, apparently! I do not have much to say about this one other than that it is really really hard to write Italy. Perhaps this is why there is so little fic of him? THAT IS NO EXCUSE, HE'S PRACTICALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER.
3/13: Germany (Axis Powers Hetalia)/Donna Noble (Doctor Who)
"You know what?" she says. "This isn't the strangest thing to ever happen to me. I can't believe I'm saying that."
Germany looks at the blue box sitting some distance away from what remains of the wall. Nobody else seems to have noticed it. But everyone is busy, of course. His hands are still sore from the hammer, and there are bits of graffitied concrete stuck in his coat. "Not strange," he says. "That's the point. Separation shouldn't be normal."
"Right," she says, and he doesn't think she quite understands it, but at least she's trying to. "My friend, he said today's a day he can really feel proud of. Just a really good day, he called it."
Germany can't quite remember what really good days are like, but--his brother's off getting beer for what he is assured will be the best damn party either of them's seen in years, and his brother will be back, and his brother will stay back, and--"Yes," he says. "A good day."
--you know I really wanted to fit a Germany-is-played-by-John-Barrowman joke in here but um it turned out a little differently. (Bonus points: Prussia is played by David Tennant. YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE.)
14/5: Martha Jones (Doctor Who)/Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
"So you're going to--patch the dimensional crack," the boy says slowly.
"And then we can get you right back home, minimal damage done," Martha replies. "It'd be faster if a friend of mine was here, but we're not too shabby at it ourselves. I know he says this sort of thing isn't supposed to happen any more, but oh, what does he know, you should never say things like that..."
"...I'll take your word for it," the boy says. He hesitates. "Um. I'm sorry about the--whatever that thing was."
"A Bisovian diplomat," Martha says. "Don't worry. They're fireproof." The computers weren't, but, well, he didn't need to know that. The poor kid's confused enough as it is.
"Of course they are," the boy says weakly. "And--why does everyone keep pointing those things at me?"
"Those thi--oh. Oh, dear. Those are called guns."
"...what do they do?" the boy asks.
"Nothing your dimension needs to know about," Martha says, and gets back to work before she breaks any kind of prime directive.
I have no idea where I get this stuff from. I seriously do not. BUT ANYWAY THAT'S ALL OF THEM and that is more than I've written in like the whole past month, oh man. I cannot tell if this was productivity! But it was fun, at any rate. Because what the world really needs is illogical cross-medium crossovers. Oh yes.