Jun. 14th, 2009

rionaleonhart: death note: light contemplates picking up this mysterious notebook. i'm sure it'll be fine. (here at the crossroads)
When I was walking out of my room a couple of days ago, I had the fleeting but very powerful impression that I was England. (Er, the personification of England in Hetalia, rather than the actual landmass.) For a moment, I was convinced that I was a blond man with bright green eyes and eyebrows that could probably swallow people whole (the eyebrows registered particularly strongly). This happens sometimes: when I've been immersing myself in something, I'll occasionally have brief flashes of conviction that I am one of the characters. It is bizarre. I sort of hope this is something everyone experiences but considers so extremely normal that they don't bother to talk about it.


In less I'm-a-weirdo news (if only slightly less): Hetalia and Pokémon, it turns out, make an absolutely delightful combination! [livejournal.com profile] hippyjolteon had me write a crossover snippet in my last entry, and it was so much fun to write, and now I find myself wanting to expand it into a full-length Hetalia/Pokémon fic. I do not know what would happen in the fic at all, but my goodness do I want to write it. Japan would have an Eevee, and China would have a Dragonair. France has a Jynx; it sneaks up on you and uses Lovely Kiss when you least expect it. Sealand, [livejournal.com profile] futuresoon has suggested, has a Goldeen that he insists is some day going to become the greatest Seaking ever. This is obviously one hundred per cent true and also adorable.

England has a Wartortle:


IN SOVIET ENGLAND, WARTORTLE SURF YOU


I don't know why. I just think they'd look pretty awesome together.

I would also enjoy seeing how the countries would fare at Hogwarts (has anyone written this yet?). America, of course, is a Gryffindor. Italy is a Hufflepuff. Japan is probably a Ravenclaw. It took me a moment to decide what England would be, but the moment I settled on Slytherin it seemed so obvious. Germany is giving me trouble, though.

Speaking of Germany giving me trouble: Germany, you are too attractive. Stop that. This level of attraction to a country is weird. (But not as weird, as [livejournal.com profile] futuresoon has pointed out, as such a level of attraction to one's own country. There would, I imagine, be an odd, almost incestuous feel about it. I like England, but, thankfully, not to such an alarming extent.)