This is as ridiculous as it sounds. It's a crack premise with no real stakes except for Sasuke and England's pride. I like these two and I want to see them have fun. This is my way of getting them to that point. Most of the main cast will make an appearance. No pairings, but slight FrUk and SNS hints for comedy.

Episode 1 - Formula with a Twist

"I'm bored, England" Sasuke spoke in a terribly bored voice. It was a regular rainy afternoon and the two were inexplicably sitting on a sofa in the island-nation's living room.

England did not bother looking up from his needle work. "Is that so?"

"Hn." said Sasuke, deadpanning. He had an arm slung around the armrest and the rest of his body sprawled out on the sofa. "Do you want to battle me?"

"Now, Sasuke," England straightened up. "Didn't I tell you I'm not in an action anime like you are? You can't expect me to battle you when I don't have any flashy ninja powers."

"But you can entertain me with your flashy magic powers, can't you?"

England gave him a look like he was crazy. Well… that's technically not far from canon, but, that's not the point.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Fine. Have it your way." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a game console. "I'll settle for a Pokémon battle."

At that, one of England's inexplicably thick eyebrows arched up. He set his pair of needles down with a thoughtful glance. "Well, I suppose I could indulge you. There isn't much else to do, what with my show being on hiatus and yours in filler season."

Then he, too, dug out a shiny game console from the bookshelf behind him. Sasuke sat up. He was mildly pleased that England would humor him his request, but didn't question his luck.

They faced each other on the sofa, holding their consoles in their laps. For a while, they just stared as the devices loaded. A muddled silence settled, and at once they were aware of two things: the dull patter of rain on the roof, and how anticlimactic this situation was.

Sasuke sighed. "On second thought,"

But before he could abandon the attempt, England had an idea. "Wait, let me get my wand." He quickly fished it out of his sleeve and waved its star-shaped tip over their game cartridges. Sasuke watched, mildly disturbed, as England began to chant one of those weird spells of his.

"… Dumbledora the explora Pikachu I – choose – YOU!" England declared, probably more dramatically than he had to.

And lo behold! A burst of energy blew up to the ceiling and bleached every corner of the room white. When Sasuke opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the edge of a giant battle stadium. A pokeball symbol was painted at the center, with white lines dividing the two sides.

Sasuke lifted his head back to marvel. The seating rows stretched, it seemed, to the sky no matter where he looked. All around him, the masses were cheering and waving. The announcer's voice boomed from above, and it felt like he was being swallowed up by the brilliant colors and sounds. Shadows and spotlights swept across the stadium and all the while, confetti danced in the breeze.

"This is - better." Sasuke was impressed. He searched and finally spotted England, who was standing directly opposite him on the other side of the field. He was wearing what was clearly a royal green trainer outfit customized to his own taste, complete with fingerless gloves and a pouch on his waist. He examined himself and realized that he was wearing a pokefied version of his own outfit, topped with a navy blue hat.

"But of course. Only expect the best from the English," England returned Sasuke's smirk with his own. Sasuke was about to question how they were able to hear each other while standing so far away, but he was distracted by the announcer's voice introducing them both, 'the challenger, from the hidden leaf village' and such.

Sasuke pinched the brim of his cap, testing the feel of it.

"This wouldn't happen to be the Indigo League, would it?"

"An adaptated version of it, yes." England had a gleam in his eye.

Sasuke glanced at the special markings under England's feet. He frowned. "And that spot you're standing on wouldn't happen to be the Champion's spot, would it?"

"And what if it is?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, "Why do you get to be the Champion?"

"Because I'm the one with the wand. And you're the one with the hat." England said coolly, "Now, hush. Our battle's about to begin." He swept his arm up at the giant spotlights burning down on them.

"Tch. If you're the Champion, then I'll be the legend who beats you and claims that title."

"As if you could stand a chance."

Sasuke stepped into his challenge pose, flexing his fingers besides his pokeball pouch. England stepped forward as well.

The remaining lights dimmed, leaving two bright circles shining on the two 'trainers.' The audience grew quiet.

Then the announcer began: "Each trainer has a team of 6 at their use. The loser admits defeat when his entire team is unable to battle." Meanwhile, hushed anticipation was steadily building.

Sasuke and England met each other's eyes – sharp onyx and cool jade – both aiming to give their all.

"…Begin!" A flag was waved and a signal sounded.

The familiar beat of battle music blasted from the loudspeakers, and the anticipation level overflowed the brim. Screaming, cheering, clapping – it became a neutral buzz in Sasuke and England's ears. They each tossed out a pokeball, shouting the age-old phrases:

"Go, pokeball!"

"I choose you!"

The two pokeballs snapped open in midair. Globs of red light came pouring out onto the field. They materialized into shapes to reveal…

Sasuke paused, stupefied.

Standing before him was… Neji?

Across from Neji was China, who had come out of England's pokeball. The two were crouched in a suspiciously videogame-like battle 'ready' position, with determined expressions.

"So this was what you had in mind?" Sasuke shot England a peevish, not-buying-it look. "Using the characters from our own shows to battle each other?"

"Oh, why not? Adds a layer of novelty to the experience! I'll even let your side keep your ninja techniques," England pushed, "China, use high jump kick!"

China jumped a dozen feet into the air and aimed a kick to Neji's shoulder, knocking him straight across the field. A trail of dust was thrown into the air as Neji skidded to a stop. He got back onto his feet, furious.

"Tch, cheap shot. Fight back with close combat!" Sasuke countered, jerking his arm towards China. Neji charged at China at a lightning speed, raising his energy-glowing hands to attack.

"Dodge it!" England yelled.

China managed to flip out of harm's way in time, with Neji's fingertips barely grazing his hip. "He's fast!"

England hissed, watching intently as Sasuke continued with his offense, "Now identify his position by activating your Byakugan!"

Immediately, Neji's pale eyes bulged with veins and his body glowed with a powerful, white aura. China stiffened as an odd, tingling sensation pass through his body.

"Attack with force palm! Use your speed to corner him!"

Like a bullet, Neji ran towards China again, whose face grew increasingly fearful. Sasuke's side of the crowd roared. England cursed under his breath. It was too fast to dodge.

Then his eyes widened when he thought of something and he yelled to China, "Quick! Wait until he gets close, then use fire blast!"

A ring of smoldering flame budded from the center of China's chest.

"Neji, stop!" Sasuke realized what England was doing but Neji was already too close and moving too fast.

He crashed into the flames in a direct hit. The impact sent him flying backwards and slammed him into the outer wall of the stadium. He fell to the ground, limp. Spirals were spinning in place of his Byakugan.

Sasuke stared in disbelief.

NEJI [FIGHTING] VS CHINA [FIRE/FIGHTING]
SASUKE 0 : ENGLAND 1