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]

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.