tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ one of those English misfits)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [10/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Canada, America, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Portugal.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 4415
Notes: Once again, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, bad accents, my shipping bias finally rearing its ugly head, and what is mostly a filler chapter. ^^

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Louder than a dog! Taller than a rat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ straight to his arms I'll go sailing)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [6/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Ireland, America, Canada, England, Northern Ireland, Hong Kong, Australia, Belgium, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 4298.
Notes: BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER, I should note that the Australia I write is a female OC belonging to a friend of mine, who made her up before we had any idea there was a canon one. I’ve grown too attached to writing her to really give her up, so if you have problems with a non-canon Aussie, feel free to stop reading here, I don’t mind. ^^; A-anyway! As always, the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.” Also, good grief, the Isles Siblings actually vaguely get on in this AU. Madness, I tell you.
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, some OCs, and a non-canon Australia.

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Whose name's on your collar Mr Starveling Cat? Come closer, my dear, if you want to read that... )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ sir yes sir 8T)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [5/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: Spain, Portugal, Ireland, Scotland, America, Canada, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 3205.
Notes: I’m back, guys! Sorry for the huge gap between updates and for not announcing it, but I’ve been on holiday with my family for the past couple of weeks for the holiday season and didn’t have time to put a notice up. Hopefully a new chapter will make up somewhat for it! Anyway, this is once again the continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for last year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, some OCs, and a big boom.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Wraps round your throat like a cheap cravat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ wtf is this shite)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [4/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part: America, Prussia, England, Canada, Ireland, and Scotland.
Rating: PG-13 for this chapter on account of colourful language.
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 3920.
Notes: The continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for this year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, bad accents, and some OCs.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Look what it did to your nice new hat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ I'm the bloody Queen mate!)
Title: It was not meant that we should voyage far. [3/?]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Echo Bazaar
Characters: Every nation ever at one point or another. This part:, America, Prussia, Canada, Spain, Portugal, Ireland, and a few random extras.
Rating: PG-13/borderline R for this chapter, for gratuitous stabbings with knives courtesy of Prussia. :'>
Summary: An Echo Bazaar crossover AU. Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar, a mile underground and a boat ride away from Hell itself. Deep. Dark. Expensive. Marvellous. Here you can find everything from immortality, to unnervingly good mushroom wine.

Or so the stories go.

But stories can rarely be trusted, and all the wildest stories in the world couldn’t have prepared Alfred and Matthew Jones for what they would find when they descended into the fallen city on a journey that would lead them right into the heart of a rebellion against the Masters of the Bazaar themselves…
Word Count: This part: 3433.
Notes: The continuation of the long haul that started as my NaNo project for this year. :'> The title is from an HP Lovecraft quote, “We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
Warnings: General warnings: A crossover with a (very addictive) online game, a lot of speculation and elaboration on my part on the universe of that game, human!AU, the occasional bit of 1800s sensibilities, and later on in the fic, a lot of OCs. :’> This chapter: NaNo quality writing, Prussia being gratuitously violent, and some OCs.

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The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Want to lose a hand? Give the beast a pat! )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ hello my name is fel mcderpfais)
Hello guys! To celebrate the fact that I am more or less settled into my university now after travelling halfway round the world to Japan for a year, I bring a few Hetalia drabbles to dump here. ^^ Most of these have been plurked already, but I'm just putting them here too for neatness. :>

Title: untitled drabble 1
Characters: Portugal [OC], Turkey
Rating: PG for language + a war.
Summary: Turkey and Portugal on a battlefield in World War One.
Timeframe 1917, during WW1.
Word Count: 627

And the bombs? The bombs are new. )



Title: untitled drabble 2
Characters: Portugal [OC], Macau [OC]
Rating: G
Summary: Portugal meets bitty!Macau, who instantly latches onto him like a latching thing.
Timeframe about 1552/1553
Word Count: 437

China told me not to talk to you. )



Title: untitled drabble 3
Characters: Portugal [OC], Turkey, Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras's OC]
Rating: PG for slight language.
Summary: Ireland, Turkey and Portugal in the meeting room after one of the meetings to discuss Turkey's accession to the EU.
Timeframe 2010
Word Count: 458

It's dangerous to swing on chairs, you know. )



Title: untitled drabble 4
Characters: Portugal [OC], Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras's OC]
Rating: G
Summary: Ireland, Portugal, an old Irish folk song, and Port's fail pronunciation of Gaelic.
Timeframe 2010
Word Count: 161

I wish I was on yonder hill//'tis there I'd sit and cry my fill )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ sir yes sir 8T)
Title: The curious bewitchment of Luís Valdez [2/2]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], England, Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras’s OC], Australia [[livejournal.com profile] unspeakingly’s OC], America, ], Canada, Northern Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] later_days’s OC], Spain, Wales [[livejournal.com profile] kyahryorin’s OC], Scotland [[livejournal.com profile] eats_typos’s OC]. Also Ligeia the stalker!mermaid.
Pairing?: England/Portugal, Ligeia the stalker mermaid → Portugal
Rating: PG-13 for language and stalker mermaids trying to seduce countries.
Summary: During the Age of Sail, Portugal had an otherworldly admirer following him around that only the Isles siblings could see. Otherworldly as in, a mermaid. Yeah, you heard me. Otherworldly cat-fights ensue while England, Ireland and Wales have to do their best to save poor Port’s immortal soul.
Timeframe Mostly the 16th century, with some switches to 2010. ^^
Word Count: 15244 with footnotes, all told; 10794 in this part.
Notes: This fic is proof that I fully embrace the Lighter and Softer trope in this fandom, sob. Ligeia was generously named by Mini [livejournal.com profile] misheard, who informs me “It means "clear-voiced, shrill, whistling". Traditionally the name of one of the Sirens, so I guess there could be confusion, but it's also a regular Greek name from what I understand.” I thought it was perfect myself, so here we are. My thanks to go her for helping! <3
Warnings: Hetalia OCs, bad accents, England being jealous, the nasty side of the fae, some questionable uses of magic, and utter crack once again.

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he can't help that religion's blinded him; )
tinfoiltennis: A woman standing on a beach, holding a model ship and looking away from the viewer (✎ ttly not going for the psychic paper)
Title: The curious bewitchment of Luís Valdez [1/2]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Portugal [OC], England, Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras’s OC], Australia [[livejournal.com profile] unspeakingly’s OC], America, ], Canada, Northern Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] later_days’s OC], Spain, Wales [[livejournal.com profile] kyahryorin’s OC], Scotland [[livejournal.com profile] eats_typos’s OC]. Also Ligeia the stalker!mermaid.
Pairing?: England/Portugal, Ligeia the stalker mermaid → Portugal
Rating: PG-13 for language and stalker mermaids trying to seduce countries.
Summary: During the Age of Sail, Portugal had an otherworldly admirer following him around that only the Isles siblings could see. Otherworldly as in, a mermaid. Yeah, you heard me. Otherworldly cat-fights ensue while England, Ireland and Wales have to do their best to save poor Port’s immortal soul.
Timeframe Mostly the 16th century, with some switches to 2010. ^^
Word Count: 15244 with footnotes, all told; 4446 in this part.
Notes: This fic is proof that I fully embrace the Lighter and Softer trope in this fandom, sob. Ligeia was generously named by Mini [livejournal.com profile] misheard, who informs me “It means "clear-voiced, shrill, whistling". Traditionally the name of one of the Sirens, so I guess there could be confusion, but it's also a regular Greek name from what I understand.” I thought it was perfect myself, so here we are. My thanks to go her for helping! <3
Warnings: Hetalia OCs, bad accents, England being jealous, the nasty side of the fae, some questionable uses of magic, and utter crack once again.

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My brain is running on crack lately. This is the proof. )

On to Part 2!
tinfoiltennis: A humanised form of Gastrodon from Pokemon (✎ Gastrofel used Flail!)
Title: the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: /DEEP BREATH/ England, Portugal [OC], Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] starsandauras’s OC], Australia [[livejournal.com profile] unspeakingly’s OC], Prussia, France, Wales [[livejournal.com profile] kyahryorin’s OC], Spain, Romano, Scotland [[livejournal.com profile] eats_typos’s OC], America, Sealand, Canada, Italy, Germany, Northern Ireland [[livejournal.com profile] later_days’s OC], GOD, JUST EVERY NATION EVER AT SOME POINT OR ANOTHER. Other people’s OCs are used with varying degrees of permission but with no less love or gratitude. <3
Pairing?: England/Portugal with a bit of background Spain/Romano.
Rating: PG for a bit of language.
Summary: They’d wanted something quiet. Well, that was never going to go according to plan. Especially when Ireland’s got her heart set on playing the role of the weathered old sea captain.
Timeframe … I do not even know, lmfao. 2010 OR 2011.
Word Count: 5105
Notes: This is TV Tropes’s fault. God damn you, Married At Sea trope, for being perfect for these two. Also god damn you people on Plurk for trying to push me into writing marriage!fic for these two ever since That One Bit Of Legislation got passed. :| I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY, Y’BUGGERS. Also a lot of the texts were lifted directly from people’s contributions on Plurk, and for that I thank them and apologise. <3

… oh yeah, and for those curious, the title is from a quote by Heinrich Heine: “Here's to matrimony, the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented!”
Warnings: A clusterscrew of Hetalia OCs, far too much crack in one fic to be legal, a buttload of clichedness and sap, Ireland in a speedboat and sunglasses, and the finer workings of Australia’s text message inbox.

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ireland must be serious, she's wearing pants )

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