Chapter 1 Extra Crispy America
A/N Hi there this is Tastyeyballs first crossover fanfic that I've written and i have chosen two very awesome things to crossover those would be The Elderscrolls V:Skyrim and Hetalia.
Our Dragonborn is none other than America. If you have played Skyrim than you know what happens to the player in the beginning. Now the characters are the Axis, Allies, Bad touch trio, and others, they all will play a special part in this fanfiction. for those of you who will say that doesn't happen well deal with it . It's my fanfiction damn it! Now let's continue because my rant is beginning to get very long.
Alfred was headed for didn't know what was going on besides that he was supposedly caught while trying to cross from Cyrodill to Skyrim. He sat there, bound and gagged while the caravan went through the town known as Helgen.
"Go on. Get off. Wouldn't want the headsman gettin' impatient." A guard said once the caravan got to , seeing no way out of this, obediently stepped off and was led deeper into Helgen.
"Step to the block once your name is called," the captain ordered.
"Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak of Windhelm." Said Jarl walked to the head chopping area. "Ralof of Riverwood." A Stormcloak walked over. "Wait. Who are you?"
"Who cares. Go on to the block."
"I'm sorry. We'll be sure you're remains are returned to Valenwood."
As Alfred was at the block, an eerie cry was heard.
"What was that?"
"Never mind it. Prisoner, up to the block."
A Stormcloak soldier stepped up and his head fell into the basket. The eerie shrieking wail was heard once more.
"Next the Wood Elf."
"There it is again."
"What is it?"
"I said next prisoner."
Said Wood Elf stepped up and kneled prepared to face his end when the cry was heard and just as the axe was about to make contact with his neck, a dragon black as the depths of the ocean perched on top of a nearby building and uleashed a stream of fire upon Helgen. Alfred,seeing this as a chance to escape, stood up and turned around.
"Hey you! The Bosmer!"A Cyrodillic accented voice called.
Alfred turned to face the speaker. He was an Imperial, a short Imperial at that, dressed as a mage without the hood showing his blonde hair and striking green eyes. But, most noticible were the almost excessivly thick eyebrows.
"Yes, you. Follow me if you don't want to be on the menu tonight."
Alfred took these words deciding that he would make the decision of being extra crispy or not and followed the mage out of the scorched gates.
"Under here." He said ducking under a rock outcropping."Looks like he's gone for now. Let's get those bindings off of you." He beckoned with his hand for Alfred to step closer. He stepped forward and the Imperial untied the piece of cloth over Alfred's mouth so he could speak.
"So, now that you can speak, what are you known as?"
"Alfred Jones."
"Great, now I don't have to call you Experiment number 157."
"What!?"
"Just kidding. I'm Arthur by the way ,Arthur Kirkland."He said cutting off the rope that secured Alfred's wrists and whistled.
"What was that for?"
"Vigilant."
"What's vigilant?"
"She's my horse."
"Well, anyway,"ALfred quipped changing the subject,"What's a mage like you doing in Helgen?"
"I'm a traveling alchemist. I sell my potions and ingredients to those who pay a fair price. I also teach the arcane arts to those willing to learn."Once he finished his sentence a black and white horse trotted up the trail and Arthur climbed on.
"Coming?"He asked holding out his took it and took a seat on the rear of Vigilant.
"Hang on now, wouldn't want you falling off."At this Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur and fell asleep.