Dragon on Deck! [action OR prose]

[unionjackoff]

[if you are awake at this hour of the night, you are going to see something really awesome... or really scary, depending on how you look at things. there's a huge red dragon flying close to the ship. It swoops around, darts up high into the sky, then back near the water. it goes forward and comes back... no matter where it goes, the dragon always returns to the ship's side.

most of you are probably wondering what this beast is doing. it can't be here to kill you, right? most of you are already dead. BUT WHO KNOWS. it could be hungry! it could just want to make trouble. or maybe it just wants to tak along.

actually, this dragon is a very restless inmate, one who's tried to keep his secret under wraps so he wouldn't scare the humans. but even his magic cannot last for a week. even he needs to stretch his wings. he won't harm you. in fact, he'll probably ignore you unless you try to hurt him.

if you're his warden, poor you. you get to explain to everyone what the hell is going on]

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[unionjackoff]

"I need to stretch my wings! They don't like being cramped in that little room or hidden by magic."

By now, though, England feels like he's been able to fly enough. A part of him wants to change back and land. But, if he did that, he'd have to go through Prussia. And, yeah. He doesn't want to go through Prussia.

[garantundkraft]

"Then don't whine to me when I don't ignore you!" Huff! See, he's being perfectly logical here. He doesn't want to ignore Arthur, so as long as there keeps being convenient excuses for him to bug the guy, then he will! It's kind of annoying to him anyways. So what if they aren't from the same place? That's not a good reason to ignore each other. He's even trying to be good and remember that Arthur isn't the same England who totally stabbed him in the back with that dissolution shit.

[unionjackoff]

Prussia just compared Arthur to England so, to the dragon, that looks like Prussia doesn't want anything to do with him. Makes things a helluva lot simpler, really. Why couldn't they continue doing that?

"Then you don't whine about me being a pompous know-it-all!" He snaps his teeth at Prussia, tone bitter. "I don't deserve to be called names, or poked, or told my breath smells!" He didn't deserve to be teased, either. All Arthur wanted to know was if Gilbert survived!

[garantundkraft]

"And I don't deserve to be called a child, or told I don't take anything seriously, but that sure as fuck doesn't stop you, now does it? When you don't even know the first thing about me!" Right, so he's not exactly making his most mature arguments at the moment, but still. Arthur can't just expect him to be polite when the guy keeps making all these stupid assumptions about him. (Never mind he hasn't exactly been stellar at not jumping to conclusions.)

[unionjackoff]

"You started it!" England hissed. "I told you to leave me alone! But you insisted on pestering me and calling me by that name! Then you have the nerve to mock me!"

[garantundkraft]

"I didn't call you England, moron! I said you were like the England I know! Which is always gonna be a true statement since you have the same face and name, jackass! And you mocked me first!"

Gosh, the only way this argument could get any less mature is if one of them sticks out their tongue. And Prussia is about ten seconds away from doing just that.

[unionjackoff]

England didn't mean now. He meant back when they first talked. Prussia said he was going to call him England anyway, and he was mocking him! England growls again and changes back to his human form, though with the wings and tail hidden, because there was really no use hiding them now. He lands on the deck.

"You're a bastard, and I want you to stay out of my face, or I will burn your hair off."

[garantundkraft]

"Tch! Fine! Who the fuck needs you anyways? I bet everyone in your world is happy an asshole like you died!" With that, Prussia shoved off of the railing so he could head back below deck.

Which would have made for a brilliant exit had he not forgotten which way he was facing.

It feels like forever when he realises that there is no wood beneath his feet, just empty air, but it's really only a second before he falls. Apparently there is gravity in the afterlife, as the loud SPLASH! just moments later can attest to.

Fuck. His. Life.

Afterlife.

Whatever.

Just. Fuck.

At least he knows how to swim.

[unionjackoff]

But you know who doesn't know how to swim? Yeah, this dragon, right here. Still, that doesn't stop him from panicking when he hears the splash. What an idiot Prussia is! Or... Maybe Arthur is the idiot. Because he just. Jumps right on in after him.

And then remembers he can't swim.

Bloody brilliant, this plan is.

[garantundkraft]

Really brilliant, because exactly what he wants to do when he's trying to figure out how to get back on the damn boat is have to rescue a guy who hates him and is still frustratingly like the England he knows. Honestly. Jumping in the water when he can't swim. Arthur you are a genius and he is going to haul you up by the back of your shirt as he treads water.

"I don't suppose you can take off from the water, can you?"

[unionjackoff]

Forgive Arthur for flailing around, even after Prussia gets a hold of him. He is a fire dragon, gets his powers from the sun or hot weather. Not only is it night-time, but now he's in cold water. So whatever powers he has is minimal.

He doesn't answer Prussia because he's starting to change back. Moments later, Arthur is a full dragon again, and he's taking to the skies with Prussia on his back. So you said you wanted a ride...

[garantundkraft]

Holy shit.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

HE IS ON A DRAGON.

LOOK AT HIM MOTHERFUCKERS YOU MIGHT BE ON A BOAT BUT HE IS ON A DRAGON.

Prussia can't help the surprised and kind of happy whoop he lets out, even though he is cold and wet and shivering. Okay, Arthur, he forgives you for being a stupid ass because this is so awesome you are awesome let him hug you~

(Which isn't very easy considering that Arthur's dragon form is huge. And okay, he also is clinging a little so he doesn't slip off the wet scales.)

[unionjackoff]

Don't worry, England won't go too fast. But now he's stuck in this form until he dries off a little, and he can't really dry off on the boat because he'll sink it. It's hard being a dragon.

So, for now, he's just going to fly slowly, gently flap his wings so as not to jostle his passenger. He only got to take Gilbert and the others for a fly briefly, and it wasn't a joyride. Thinking about it makes him sad. He misses the Chosen desperately.

"..."

[garantundkraft]

"Hey, Arthur?" Well, as he dried a bit, he did notice that the scales underneath him were relatively warm. Reminded him of how warm Arthur's mouth had been when the guy bit him that first time they met... "What kinda dragon are you? You're warm."

Maybe he'll apologise. Though he'd much rather Arthur apologise first!

[unionjackoff]

Apologies are overrated anyway. At least that's what someone who doesn't want to apologize first thinks. Yes.

"A fire dragon," he replies softly, stretching out his wings so that they can hover. They're far from the ship now, but England doesn't feel like turning around just yet. Ah, Prussia called him Arthur. "My power comes from heat."

[garantundkraft]

Tch, he wouldn't think they were overrated if someone was apologising to him, would he?

"Huh, guess that explains why you can't swim." A pause. "Why'd you jump in after me, though? I did kinda insult you pretty bad. If I were you I'd'a let me drown." Wait. Can you even drown in the afterlife? That would kind of suck, wouldn't it. Dying when you're dead. Recursive deadness. His brain hurts thinking about it.