Alright, here's a Crossover nobody saw coming. A crossover with the hit F2P team-based shooter game Team Fortress 2 with the slice of life family comedy Castle Town Dandelion!

The summary goes like this, the TF2 Mercs have been hired by Soichiro Sakurada to protect the Royal Family. Considering the Mann Brothers are dead as well as Greymann, Saxton Hale has decided to let the mercenaries do new work as bodyguards, seeing this as their vacation of sorts. Of course, how will the Sakurada Family deal with nine zany lunatics in red?

Soichiro Sakurada was a modest man with a good family and a good home. However, there was one thing that set him apart from other modest men; He was the acting king of the country and as such, his entire family was royalty. Despite this fact, he wanted his family to live a modest life but considering the dangers of being royalty, he had to take precautions to make sure they were safe.

As such, he had set up cameras all over the city in order to keep an eye on his children and wife whenever they left the house. Extreme, he admitted, but he had no other way to do so. Also, it would soon be time for him to step down as king, meaning one of his children would have to succeed him. Currently, they were holding an election but he had a deep pit in his gut telling him that there could be people who would take advantage of this situation to attack them.

As such, he knew there was only one thing to do; hire bodyguards like any person of authority would do. However, he had no idea the right kind he could trust. Luckily, fortune smiled on him when he found a site labeled 'Mann Co. Store'. There were quite a lot of interesting things, including unique hats, outfits, weapons, and for some reason strange accessories that created holographic effects that surrounded your body.

However, it was the hiring tab that caught his eye. Nine highly trained mercenaries from Reliable Excavation Demolition. He also learned they had back-up clones from Builders League United but he chose the former, considering the red looked better in his opinion. That, and they were the real deal.\

After making in the call and paying the required amount, he was told that the mercenaries would arrive in three days from now, which was just enough time to tell his family about it.

"WHAAAAAAT?" All of the Sakurada Children cried in alarm as Soichiro winced, he was expecting this reaction after all. He had already told his wife, Satsuki, about it earlier and she had handled it very well.

"Why do we need bodyguards? Don't you trust me, Dad?" Teru, the youngest son of the family at the age of 6, exclaimed. He had spikey orange hair and was very passionate for his age, wanting to prove himself a man that could protect his family.

"How much did this even cost you, anyway?" Kanade, the second-oldest daughter at age 17 said with a huff. She had bobbed black hair and a no-nonsense attitude.

"W-Will they at least not be in the same room as us...?" Whimpered Akane, the third-oldest daughter at age 15. She was painfully shy and socially awkward, she also was the one most against Soichiro putting up the cameras around town.

"Now kids, relax, these are highly trained professionals and they will make sure to keep you safe. Think of them as your friends, I've heard they are very sociable individuals." Satsuki assured as Soichiro sighed, grateful for his wife's input.

"Thanks, dear. Now look, kids, I know this is me being paranoid but you must realize there are people who could take advantage of the elections to try and hurt you or even...assassinate you." The words tasted like bile in Soichiro's mouth. He couldn't bear the thought of any of his kids being hurt or worse, killed.

"Dad, I think you should know we can more than handle ourselves. You shouldn't have to worry." Shuu, the oldest son and second-oldest child at the same age as Kanade said. He was level-headed and acted his age, making him a very responsible individual.

"I don't know, maybe Dad is right. You never know if someone might try to attack us in broad daylight." Aoi, the oldest child at age 18 said. She was soft-spoken and gentle, almost like a mother.

"Will they be nice, daddy?" Asked Shiori, the overall youngest child at the age of 4. She was quite precocious for her age and understood a lot of things, but she was still an innocent and sweet child all the same.

"I'm sure they will. I hope they can see how adorable I am!" Hikari, the fifth-oldest daughter at age 10 said in a boastful tone. Despite her age, she prided herself on her beauty as a supermodel would.

"Well, I'm currently running through the statistics now; 100% chance they'll be good at their job, 80% chance they'll be potentially insane..." Muttered Haruka, the second-oldest son at age 14. He was currently sketching in his notebook while using his Royal Power, [Lots of Next].

"They better not be perverts, that's all I can say." Grumbled Misaki, the fourth-oldest daughter at age 13. She was considered the most 'sane' of the family but still acted like any teen girl her age would.

"Look, they'll be here a few days from now. I want all of you to give them a warm welcome all the same." Soichiro said as the children all nodded, accepting the terms while Akane whined, nervous about meeting nine complete strangers.

Little did Soichiro know just how much more chaotic he had made the lives of him and his family with this decision...

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No!"

"Are we there yet?"

"NO!"

"Are we there yet?"

"NO, AND IF YOU SAY THAT ONE MORE TIME, SCOUT, I AM RAMMING THIS AMERICAN BOOT UP YOUR BOSTON PUNK ASS!"

"Sheesh, don't get your star-spangled bloomers in a twist, Sol..." Grumbled Jeremy Dashiell, otherwise known as The Scout. He had short brown hair, was the youthful age of 19 and wore a red t-shirt with dog tags and a sports cap as well as white arm-wraps.

"I do agree with him on one thing, Jeremy. If you continue with that inane question, we are pulling over!" Jacques Baxon AKA The Spy said. He wore a fine-pressed red suit and a red balaclava that covered his neatly combed black hair but left his sharp eyes and refined jaw exposed. He also happened to be Jeremy's stepfather.

"Alright, don't have to get all grouchy with me, you assholes..."

Jane Doe, the Soldier, sighed in relief. He was wearing a red military coat with two fake grenades strapped on a sash and a dark brown army helmet that shrouded his eyes. He was a crazed man constantly living in WWII but he still was caught up with modern times as well.

"Ugh, what is all the shouting?" Groaned Ivan Weaponski, the Heavy Weapons Guy or just Heavy, for short. He was a large built man with an intimidating presence but he had a heart of gold and someone who would not hesitate to run into the front lines to help his teammates.

"Nothing, Heavy, go back to sleep. We still got ways to go." Dell Conagher the Engineer reassured while soothingly tuning his guitar. Dell was one of the few 'sane' members of the group, keeping a cool head and a sharp tongue for his enemies while building useful inventions to help his crew.

"I'm trying to drive here, mates. We ain't goin' nowhere with y'all being a bunch of Pikers." Snapped Mundy Mun-Dee the Sniper. He was an average type of person, treating his sniping skills as those of a worker at the office but held camaraderie for his mates, always watching over them and making sure they achieved their objectives.

Mumbling was heard as Scout turned to Pyro, the mysterious arsonist with child-like innocence. Pyro was a strange case, the group didn't even know his real name, however, they considered him a part of their little 'family' all the same.

"Can you be quiet! I am trying to inspect Demoman's liver!" Barked Ludvig Brautenkien the Medic. He was a self-made man and despite his eccentrics and apparent insanity, he was a gentleman and knew his medicines quite well. On a table in the back of the giant truck that they were riding in was Tavish DeGroot the Demoman, the Black Scottish Cyclops who's Liver was miraculously still functioning despite his frequent alcohol abuse.

Pyro began muffling as he turned to Scout, who in turn looked over to Spy.

"How long until we get there?"

"We get there when we get there, Scout. It is a three days time trip and we will have to make stops for necessities like food and rest. We cannot simply sleep in the truck." The French Assassin replied to his stepson sternly. The nine mercenaries of Reliable Excavation Demolition were riding in Sniper's upgraded Camper Van, which was now bigger on the inside with seats and other things to accommodate them.

"I hope we hit a Diner. I could go for some cake 'n bacon." Engineer mused with a smile as he looked at the setting sun in the distance.

"Of course, I would go for Saurekraut on Rye, Ja?" Ludwig said as he made an incision in the still sleeping Demoman's lower body in order to check the Liver for any irregularities before restoring the wound with his patented Medi-Gun.

"So, why did we take this job anyway? What good is there being bodyguards for a bunch of royal jerks?" Scout asked while bouncing a ball against the side and catching it when it rebounded.

"Scout, from what Saxton Hale said, these people aren't like royals you think of. They actually live like a modest middle-class family from what I've been told." Dell said in a reassuring tone while strumming a tune on his guitar, adding a hum for extra flair.

"Eh...what's all the yelling 'bout?" Moaned Demoman as he got up, his 'surgery' having just been finished by Medic. Only for Soldier to notice a certain restaurant and tap Sniper on the shoulder.

"Pull over, we're going to Applebee's."

As the nine men went to the restaurant to get Dinner, their thoughts ran as they wondered about what new misadventures may come from being bodyguards for a royal family that acted as a standard middle-class family. Needless to say, they were all excited in their own ways.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue! Next chapter will be the Mercs and the Family meeting for the first time!

Also, should I include hats? I think I should include hats.