THIS CAN ONLY END WELL

[nekokoban]

THIS IS TONIGHT'S PROJECT, GUYS!!1

Give me a fandom, any fandom (well, one that I know/write for) and I will write a scene from a really ridiculous Hetalia crossover* with it. You may specify your country. :'(

also make halcyonjazz stop smiling at me, I can sense her from here.

* Ridiculous especially in the way of "oh ha ha ha why would ANYONE ever want to cross THAT?" only because it's me and I fail at really anything funny, it will attempt to be a SERIOUS FIC! Sob.

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[nekokoban]

The old woman's house smells faintly of perfume--lilac and lavender and powder. Germany hesitates on the porch for long seconds before he knocks. On the third, the door unlocks itself (he can hear the low metallic click) and swings open.

He takes the stairs at a deliberate slow pace, listening to the echo of his boots on the floor. Only one door on the second floor was open, so he goes as directed inside.

She has a cup in her hands that smells like coffee; there is nothing for him.

"I have not yet forgiven you," she says. He stops just inside the doorway, feeling absurd and out of place in her dusty lace-edged world. "Two wars for the whole world--really, Ludwig?"

He crosses his arms behind his back and straightens to military attention. "I did as I was ordered," he says. His voice is quieter than even hers. "You should know that."

She snorts. "We are not slaves to our leaders, Ludwig," she says. Now she turns, and her blue eyes are clear and bright as they were half a century before, when she'd been young and lovely. "That's why I'm going."

He hesitates. He sighs. "You won't change your mind?"

"Never." She rises to her feet, gathering the shawl around her shoulders, and for a moment she is that young woman again, tall and lovely and enough to cow Germany's leader with a single look: the Witch-Queen who'd been an army entirely unto herself. Another woman might have softened, or reached for him; she just stares.

"I'm not sorry, Ludwig," she says. "Good-bye."