#solludory

Imagine Summoner Spamano (I like your name btw) is able to take her team into the Hetalia Universe to look around. They emerge in a harbor where many personified countries are roaming around. "Where are we exactly?" Cayena asks, observing a man with his eyes shut and a hair curl pulling a blond man with slick hair onto a ship labeled "S.S. GerIta." There's another ship with a gray-haired man in a scarf hugging a slightly smaller man(?) with a ponytail on a ship with two flags: a red, white, and blue flag, and a red flag with stars. The ship's labeled "S.S. Rochu." There are many more ships, like way too many to list offhand. "This is the shipping harbor," Spamano explains. "This place is pretty big, since there's lots of characters and interactions. Gives a lot of room for shipping.""Interesting..." Douglas mumbles. Rickel nudges him and points at one ship decorated with flags of two patterns: a red, white, and green flag like the one Cayena had seen on the other ship, and a red and yellow striped flag. "Hey, check out the name on that one! 'S.S. Spamano!' Like Summoner!""Oh? Our Summoner is a ship?" Kikuri asks. "I think it's more like...she's the...offspring of those two?" Rina asks as she points to a couple on the ship. One looks like the man on the other ship, only grumpier and with darker hair. The other looks tanner and happier, offering his partner a tomato. "I think it's more like she's...the two people combined?" Cayena suggests."She does kinda look like the two of them combined..." Rickel agrees. "Wait, so are we actually controlled by two Summoners?" Douglas asks. "Can two people actually control the same Units?!""Um, guys?" Spamano waves. "Actually, it's just my name-""I still think she's their son," Rina retorts. "How's that biologically possible? They're both dudes!""You never know! I mean, look at Atro! One of those guys could be a girl!""Actually, yeah, I think the one eating the tomato is a girl!""HEY!!" the man shouts. "We can hear you, y'know! Get lost you freaks!""'Freaks?!'" Cayena echoes, annoyed. "Excuse you!""Spain, you *censor*, get away! Run before they attack us like wild animals they are!""Uhm, sorry, strangers," the other man, probably Spain, sheepishly says. "Romano's not usually like this... Well, actually, he is, but he's harmless." "Don't socialize with them! They're really freaky! Look at that one that looks like a girly girl Japan!""Excuse me?" Kikuri's wings unfold as she reveals her blades in her hands. "I don't know what you mean by that, but it offends me." She starts walking forward while emitting a dark aura, scaring the tomato-eater into hiding behind Spain. "EYAAAH!!""Kikuri, no!" Cayena screams. "If you kill one of them it could kill Summoner!""Guys, I'm telling you, Spamano's just my name. I'm not actually-""DIE YOU *censor*!" Romano screams as he starts rapid-firing tomatoes. "THIS WEATHERMAN'S PREDICTING A 99% CHANCE OF *censor*STORM AND IT'S COMING RIGHT AT YOU!!"The other Units try to restrain Kikuri as the fight escalates, earning a face-palm from their poor Summoner Spamano. ~Mod Chu

I'm going to assume that's a good thing

Imagine Will and Atro travel to Lomass Forest in Cordilica for a nice camping trip. Just a little time away from the chaos at the estate, is all. But of course, Will's devoted follower, Aem, isn't keen to the idea of his idol hanging out with his rival. He decides to follow along anyway. "So, Will," Atro begins the conversation as they carry their backpacks along the trail, "have you ever been camping along these parts?""Once I lead a squad here for a mission," Will recalls. "I'm sort of familiar with these parts. There should be a nice clearing up ahead for us to camp.""Sounds good."Meanwhile, Aem follows a short distance behind them, hiding behind trees as to not be seen. Scowling, he quietly listens in on their conversations. 'No way am I allowing that fiend to have his way with Will...' he thinks to himself as he stealthily follows. 'I'll just make sure he doesn't try anything funny...'Later, as the two knights are pitching their tents..."I didn't realize the tent was this small..." Atro wonders aloud. "Forgive me, Will, it seems our sleeping space will be a little tight...""That's quite alright. I don't particularly mind." Will waves it off with a gesture as he continues hammering down the stakes. Aem is more than surprised to hear this (from a tree he perched himself on.) 'They'll be sleeping together?! Atro... I don't like you, but I wish I were in your place...'Later, Will and Atro cook marshmallows over a fire as night falls. "What're these made out of?" Atro asks as he eats another. "They're delicious!""I got these from the Summoner. They said it's a treat from their world... Made of sugar or something.""So, how's that Stalked Unit Society thing coming along?"Will sighs. "We found our stalkers listening in on our meeting."Atro winces in sympathy. "That's rough... How can you stand Aem anyway?"The aforementioned knight leans in out of curiosity. "I don't mind him too much. He's a good friend if anything. I do wish he'd stop following me everywhere.""Ah... I see..."Aem sighs in guilt as he continues listening to the two chat about other things. Later, at bedtime...Atro and Will, in the small tent, lie side by side in apparent comfort. They both have their sleeping bags, and it's only slightly chilly. Aem in the meantime is shivering a little outside. He hadn't really planned this out... But at least he could hear them still and keep an eye on Atro. He starts to doze of, however. "Atro?" Will whispers. "Yes?""Are you ticking my feet or something?""What? No, I can't even reach your feet in this bag.""Then what's-" Will sits up and finds a Mandrogora playing on his feet. It looks up at him and starts climbing up to his face. "A-AAHHHH!!" His sudden scream alerts Aem. "GET IT OUT!! GET IT OUT!!"By now Atro is also sitting up, trying to catch the little plant monster. "Hold still Will! HOLD STILL!!""AUUUUGH IT'S ON MY FACE!!""STOP SCREAMING!!"Panicked, Aem falls out of his tree and summons his weapon, then jerks open the tent flaps. "Will!" he shouts. "What happened?! Are you o-"He stops at the sight of Will clutching his head in discomfort as Atro holds the Mandrogora in one hand. "What're you doing here?!" Atro says. "Oh, hello Aem," Will casually greets. "I was wondering when you were gonna get out of that tree to join us.""I-I...""You knew he was following us?""I think I know him by now.""Ah, f-forgive me Sir!" Aem bows his head. "I was simply worried that Atro would harm you in some way...""Aem, you don't have to constantly follow me around to ensure my safety, but I do appreciate the thought.""... Would you like to sleep in our tent?" Atro asks begrudgingly. "Is it alright if I...?""If it's fine by Atro, it's fine by me."So Aem ends up sleeping next to Will, who is sandwiched actually comfortably between his two knight friends. Imagine the three of them sleeping contently throughout the rest of the camping night.

(Ahh thank you! You're too kind! Thank YOU for sending in the fun asks! Oh man I should've known you were that anon. This morning a thought occurred to me that maybe Eze would make a better America... I'll prob fix that later. But anyway, thanks to you and those others who often send me requests, because they brighten my day. c:)

Imagine the great Keymaster Gilnea walking down the dorm halls to his room. He takes out his ring of keys and begins checking over each one. "Hm... Not this one," he mumbles as he turns over his seemingly infinite amount of keys. "No... Don't know what this one's for... No..."An hour passes and he still hasn't picked the right key. Gilnea, although with a straight face, is rather annoyed by now."Blasted key... Where are you?"Imagine Atro passing by, noticing the powerful mage standing at the door. "Gilnea?"The sudden voice makes Gilnea drop his ring of keys. "Ah-! Atro! Look at what you've done!""What did I do?" the Light Hero asks earnestly.Gilnea takes a deep breath and picks up the keys, going through them from the start. "Please leave," is all he says.Two more hours pass. Gilnea is now sitting against the wall of his room. He's gone through an entire ring of keys, and has to go through another ring. Finally, he just stands up, takes a deep breath, and swings his Keyblade, sending the door flying into his room. He nonchalantly walks in and collapses on his bed, exhausted, not realizing his room key was on the bedside table, but content with the fact that he finally got into his room.

"Tch. Looks who’s talkin’."