A/N: Based off a single line in another fanfiction, Alex Rider and PJO crossover. "Flying horses. What the f*ck next? Pixies doing a jig?" And a plotbunny invaded.
Disclaimer: Hetalia and Alex Rider do not belong to me, and I didn't write the AMAZING story that inspired this. (A Devil for K-Unit)
"Flying horses. They left on freaking flying horses. What next, some pixies doing an Irish jig?" The Sargent muttered, falling back into his chair. The personification of England looked up briefly from his own paperwork. "Sir, I advise that you don't look on top of the bookcase." England glanced guiltily at the bookcase. The Sargent did as well, and almost fainted at the sight.
There, on the top shelf, were three fairies in green dresses, golden wings spread as they held hands and performed an American Line Dance. 'To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick and walk it by yourself~' The fairy in the middle chanted as she and the others did the little dance. "... I'm done." The Sargent stood and left the office, and wasn't seen until later that night, holding a beer and muttering about 'Stupid half gods and horses with pixies.'
Three cheers for the crack-fic who's plotbunny died half-way through. This was written in nine minutes and hasn't been revised by anyone except me as I know my beta isn't awake right now. (It's 10:00 PM here.)