Hetalia in Oz 2/?
anonymous
February 23 2010, 21:35:02 UTC
'Tomatoland, huh? Yeah, like I didn't see that coming. Well, at least there wasn't any singing. Would've torn my ears off...'
America suddenly realized something. If he was in some messed up Wizard of Oz thing, wasn't that pink fairy chick supposed to come by? He went back to check his bed, but it disappeared and only a small crater remained, with someone standing in it with a sparkling, blinding blue dress on.
"... Poland? Why the hell are you here?"
The other simply yawned and stared off into space, completely ignoring America.
"Hey, are you-"
Poland interrupted and started to speak in a bored voice while picking at his nails. "So, like, I'm totally that Witch of the wherever and you really, like, gotta go and ask that dude in the green place to, like, help you. So, good luck man."
America tried really hard to hold himself back from choking Poland with his own frilly dress.
"Oh, what the hell, man!? Look, I fell asleep in the middle of this damn movie, so you're going to have to explain things better than that! I want to go back home!"
Poland sighed and stared at America like he asked him how to add. "Just follow the tomato brick road."
"Don't you mean tomato red brick road or something?"
"No, they're tomato bricks. Bricks made from tomato."
"... Dude, that's really gross."
"Hey, I didn't, like, come up with the idea. Now get moving."
And with that, the 'Witch of the wherever' transformed into a rainbow with a flash and gracefully arced over the sky from the crater to somewhere far along the tomato brick road loading out of the town. The rainbow sparkled and shone brightly from every angle, as if it was a trail for America to follow.
... America pretended he didn't see that and would probably never look at rainbows the same way ever again. Hell, looking at that rainbow burned his eyes.
Hetalia in Oz 3/?
anonymous
February 24 2010, 20:00:05 UTC
He looked down the tomato road. It looked like it would cut through a corn stalk field.
"Oh hell no. I'm not doing that! Doesn't that Poland Fairy now about those movies where a dude goes through a field of corn and they get jumped on by some evil alien that'll rip off my face or by a crazy murder or-"
A voice came from the crater where the rainbow started. "If you don't, like, stop wasting my time, I'll make my rainbow totally shine, like, brighter."
America shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. You're still not going to make me do it."
"You know, I have this, like, totally fabulous theme music I could play-"
"Fine! I'm going, I'm going! God!"
And so, America started stomping down the tomato brick road.
He reluctantly continued walking down the road when he reached the corn stalk fields.
"Man, couldn't they have given me a stick or some awesome weapons? I'm a hero! I should be able to defend myself- whatthehellwasthat!?"
He had heard suspicious rustling from the corn behind him. His eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. His choices were a pebble on the road, corn, a small stick, corn, maybe his shoe, corn, corn- GOD DAMN IT.
Since he had no other choice, he picked up a ear of corn and held it as threateningly as one could become while holding a vegetable as a weapon. ... Which wasn't very threatening at all.
"Bring it on, corn field monster! Don't make me use this corn! I'll... I'LL THROW IT. AT YOUR HEAD. And as a hero, I'll make sure it'll hurt!"
A tall figure rose up from the rustling patch of corn stalks. It was... Russia? He wearing plain, lame looking pants and a shirt with his scarf stuffed and covered with straw.
The straw-covered Russia stretched and yawned. He noticed America and smiled. "Hello-"
"Die you communist bastard," America screamed as he chucked the corn at Russia. It bounced harmlessly off his chest and only made him confused.
He frowned at America. "That wasn't very nice. I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Ivan, not 'communist bastard'. I'm just a scarecrow for this field."
"Wait, wait, wait. There's no way you're the scarecrow dude that Dorothy girl goes along with to that gem city! No way. Nu uh. You-"
Ivan simply smiled and went up to America. "Ah, you're going to the Ruby City? I'll go with you, Dorothy!"
America growled and poked Ivan on the chest. "Hey, I said 'NO'! And my name isn't Dorothy!"
"So it's settled then!" Ivan firmly pat America on the back and already started making his way down the tomato brick road. "I heard there's a nice warm field of flowers outside the city. I've always wanted to go visit with somebody!"
America tried to stop Ivan by pulling back on his arm, but to no avail. "No no no no no! There's no 'us'!"
He yelped when Ivan tightly grabbed his left hand into his right hand and forced him to walk beside him while rocking their arms back and forth as they continued down the road.
"Now now Dorothy, if you keep fooling around, we'll never make it!"
"My name isn't Dorothy!" America sighed and stopped struggling. "Fine. you can come along. But there's no way in hell I'm skipping down this damn road hand in hand while singing."
"Singing? That sounds like fun! You can choose the song, Dorothy!"
"How about you let go of my hand?"
His grip tightened and his smile grew. "I'm just making sure you're safe, Dorothy! Eheh~!"
"I think I'll take my chances with the evil corn children and face-eating aliens," America grumbled.
At that, Ivan stopped walking and his grip tightened further causing America to wince.. Damn it, he was definitely going to get freakin' bruises later on. America was about to complain, but stopped when he saw the other's face.
Hetalia in Oz 4/?
anonymous
February 24 2010, 20:01:15 UTC
Shit, he just wanted him to buzz off! He didn't want to make him cry and possibly end up breaking all his fingers! It looks like he has to apologize...
"Er... Uh... Y-Yo, you know I didn't mean it," America stuttered. It was a bit awkward to be apologizing to the scarecrow, movie parody version of his enemy. "You gotta understand that I'm suddenly in some weird-ass place, so I'm kinda highstrung. B-but... I... Look,I'msorryforsnappingatyou, okay?" America pouted and looked away.
Ivan sniffled and wiped his eyes a bit part of his scarf. "Really?"
"Yeh, r'lly," America mumbled, still looking away.
"I'm... glad. I've never had a friend before!" Ivan grinned and his grip on the other's hand loosened considerably to the point where America could take his hand back if he wanted to.
America let out a sigh of relief and slipped his hand out of the other's grasp so he could flex his fingers and make sure he hadn't broken any. But when he saw Ivan's grin falter, he sighed, grabbed his hand and started to pull him forward. "C'mon, let's get out of this field and keep going down this stupid tomato crap road."
Ivan giggle and just kept grinning.
... America was glad no one else was here to see him, a great hero, walk down a freakin' tomato brick road hand in hand with his enemy.
A/N: I hate you, limit. D: Working on next parts. I hope OP is okay with my sad attempt at some weak Rus/Amer. e.e;
Re: Hetalia in Oz 4/?
anonymous
February 26 2010, 17:01:19 UTC
I'm glad the OP likes this so far! Unfortunately, I'm still thinking a bit on how to introduce Germany. D; I have an small idea, but it might take a bit for me to build stuff around it. But I'm having fun with this, so I hope I can get that part out before next weekend or something. xD;;;
On an unrelated note, Oh God, anon is going to be late for school. oAo *still in PJs*
Re: Hetalia in Oz 4/?
anonymous
February 25 2010, 23:15:25 UTC
..... AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA! OMG Author!Anon, this anon is dying, literally shaking with laughter in a chair. I love this immensely, Russia was incredibly ic (terrifying but sweet), Poland was perfect (ditzy but bitchy), Romano was perfect (terrified but snarling, quite frankly am surprised that he wasn't the cowardly lion) and America was amazingggg (hilarious and the best of the lot). I love YOU SO MUCH. Please update soon!
Holy crap, thank you so much, anon! ;A; All this praise... *wibbles* Thank you very much!
My writing isn't the best, but it makes me really happy that it made you and a few others laugh/happy!
I waaaaaas thinking of making Romano and Feliciano the lions, but that would've been a bit tricky for me, so I decided not to. D: Plus I wanted to see him try shove himself into one of those munchkin homes *is shot*
Hetalia in Oz 5/? (AN UPDATE? NO WAI)
anonymous
April 18 2011, 20:02:46 UTC
A/N: Woah. It's been over a year since I updated this! I've recently gotten back into Hetalia after my friend showed me HetaOni. Man, I missed this fandom.
To America's relief and Ivan's joy, they finally made it through the corn field and to the entrance of a forest. They just had to deal with crows that kept pecking Ivan and decided that Texas, America's glasses, would make a nice, shiny trinket. Probably didn't help that they were holding hands the entire time.
America laughed victoriously and Ivan let out a sigh of relief as the crows scattered and flew away when the strange duo had reached the forest.
"Yeah, run away! Go back to your stinkin' corn field, you cowards!" America let go of Ivan's hand so he could flip them off with both hands. "No one fucks with America! Man, birds are such dicks."
Ivan lightly patted his body, checking to see if everything was still intact. "Da. I never did like them. They would bother me everyday."
"Whaaaaaaat!?" America's sudden yell made Ivan jump slightly. "Dude, you're a scarecrow, right?"
Ivan nodded.
"Then just scare 'em away! Lay a trap! Beat the crap out of them-"
Ivan shook his head. "Nyet."
"Say wha?"
"Well, you see," He fiddled with a stray piece of straw from his arm. "If I do that..." He looked down, obviously hesitant to finish his sentence.
"Woah woah woah, is there some crow mafia or something?" Shit, that was the last thing America needed. Dealing with a few crows wasn't too bad. Dealing with a huge crow mafia that had mini pistols, fedoras and chirped with weird accents would be a bit too much, even for hero.
Ivan was surprised at the remark, but then shook his head and let out a small chuckle. "Do not worry. That's not it." He sighed. "It's just... I'll be alone if they all leave."
America was totally taken aback and at a loss for words. To him, Russia was a crazy, sadistic, fucked up guy. Didn't he only want people around as minions? Definitely messed up.
Then again, he realized that this wasn't Russia sheepishly rubbing his arm, blushing up to his ears, looking away. This was Ivan. And the two were totally different.
... Right?
America lightly pat Ivan's back and grinned. "Aw come on! Er, who needs a bucnha birdbrains anyway! You're are on an adventure, man! So... cheer up?" He really wasn't the best at comforting, but he was trying, at least.
To his surprise, Ivan instantly cheered up and smiled. "Da, we are on an adventure." He held out his hand to America. Another surprise. "We should get going, right Dorothy?"
America let out an exasperated groan, but held the offered hand anyway, and they started to walk. "Man, Dorothy sounds so girly! Can't you call me America, or Alfred, or something cooler?"
"Nyet! Dorothy is Dorothy! Don't be silly!" Ivan chuckled. He was obviously enjoying the teasing.
Resisting the urge to facepalm, America just stuck with grumbling. "'kay, fine. Whatever. But no dresses."
Hetalia in Oz 6/?
anonymous
April 18 2011, 22:01:26 UTC
The forest was actually pretty pleasant. Not too hot, not too thick, not too dark, it was almost perfect actually.
The words 'kinda sorta a little romantic maybe' popped up in America's head for a second, but he swore under his breath and slapped his forehead. That got him a concerned, yet amused, look from Ivan.
But before Ivan could ask, they both noticed a small hut ahead with various, neatly stacked pieces of old lumber near it. But what caught America's eye was the small bench with some tools on it. They could use some sort of weapon in this fucked up Candyland, or whatever it was called. America forgot already.
"Interesting!" Ivan smiled. "Let's go and check!" He began to pull America towards the hut, but was stopped by America. Ivan looked back at him. "Are you alri-"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," America hissed an obnoxiously drawn out warning. "Look behind the hut! There's someone there!"
Sure enough, there was actually someone there. America only noticed because the sun had reflected off of it and at his eyes. A silver-colored figure stood behind the hut, though they could only see part of it.
America let go of Ivan's hand, shuffled towards the edge of the road and started to creep towards the hut while whispering commands. "Okay, here's the plan. I'll sneak to the hut and grab that hammer, then you can distract that guy and I'll knock him out and- what the hell are you doing, Ivan!?"
While America was creeping towards the hut, Ivan had walked towards the back of the house, right at the figure.
America swore and rushed towards the back of the hut. "Seriously, what the hell! You're not supposed to do... that..."
He lost his train of thought when we saw the frozen, axe in hand, metal-plated figure in front of him. It looked familiar. It looked like... Like...
Germany.
America facepalmed. "That God damn stuck-up bastard is the next person to be with us?"
Ivan stopped poking "Germany"'s frozen arm and grinned. "Ah, this is another friend that will be joining us- Where are you going Dorothy?"
America was starting to stomp away. "Nuh uh. No way, no how. There's no way he's coming. Let's just pretend we didn't see him."
"But Dorothy!" Ivan rushed after America. "We can't just leave him!"
"Yes, we can."
"No, we can't." Ivan caught up.
"YES, we can."
"No, we can't." Ivan grabbed his sleeve.
"YES."
"Nyet." Ivan began dragging him back towards Germany.
There was a small squirter of oil (I have no idea what it's called)on a nearby stump. "Maybe if we use this on him, he'll move again! Right, Dorothy?"
"No seriously, he looks fine. He's probably having the best time of his friggen life. Now leggo."
Ivan frowned. "You said you were a hero, da? I thought the hero helps others?"
Well, shit. He couldn't argue with that. "... Give me the damn oil."
America hastily squirted a bit of oil on the frozen limbs, trying to get it over with, and shoved the oil bottle into Ivan's hands when he was done. "There. Happy?"
Ivan smiled. "Thanks to you, it looks like he's starting to move again."
As Ivan pointed out, the metal-plated Germany started to move his limbs a bit, though there was a slight, displeasing squeaking with every movement. America yelped when Germany suddenly snatched the oil out of Ivan's hands. He still had an axe in his hand after all.
But he had placed the axe down, after he loosened his frozen grip with a few drops, so that he could attend to the many frozen areas that America had skipped over.
When he finished, he handed the oil back to Ivan, who just threw the empty bottle behind him, and rubbed his still-stiff jaw. "Not that I don't appreciate the help, but you," he motioned towards America,"are awful at that."
America suddenly realized something. If he was in some messed up Wizard of Oz thing, wasn't that pink fairy chick supposed to come by? He went back to check his bed, but it disappeared and only a small crater remained, with someone standing in it with a sparkling, blinding blue dress on.
"... Poland? Why the hell are you here?"
The other simply yawned and stared off into space, completely ignoring America.
"Hey, are you-"
Poland interrupted and started to speak in a bored voice while picking at his nails. "So, like, I'm totally that Witch of the wherever and you really, like, gotta go and ask that dude in the green place to, like, help you. So, good luck man."
America tried really hard to hold himself back from choking Poland with his own frilly dress.
"Oh, what the hell, man!? Look, I fell asleep in the middle of this damn movie, so you're going to have to explain things better than that! I want to go back home!"
Poland sighed and stared at America like he asked him how to add. "Just follow the tomato brick road."
"Don't you mean tomato red brick road or something?"
"No, they're tomato bricks. Bricks made from tomato."
"... Dude, that's really gross."
"Hey, I didn't, like, come up with the idea. Now get moving."
And with that, the 'Witch of the wherever' transformed into a rainbow with a flash and gracefully arced over the sky from the crater to somewhere far along the tomato brick road loading out of the town. The rainbow sparkled and shone brightly from every angle, as if it was a trail for America to follow.
... America pretended he didn't see that and would probably never look at rainbows the same way ever again. Hell, looking at that rainbow burned his eyes.
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Oh I know I'm going to love this fill (not that it isn't amazing now). pissed!America and Poland- Oh POLAND.
Keep up the great work!
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Tyvm for the comment! ;A; *flails*
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An absolute perfect set up can't wait to see what adventures lie in store for America and for us. :-)
Thank you!
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"Oh hell no. I'm not doing that! Doesn't that Poland Fairy now about those movies where a dude goes through a field of corn and they get jumped on by some evil alien that'll rip off my face or by a crazy murder or-"
A voice came from the crater where the rainbow started. "If you don't, like, stop wasting my time, I'll make my rainbow totally shine, like, brighter."
America shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. You're still not going to make me do it."
"You know, I have this, like, totally fabulous theme music I could play-"
"Fine! I'm going, I'm going! God!"
And so, America started stomping down the tomato brick road.
He reluctantly continued walking down the road when he reached the corn stalk fields.
"Man, couldn't they have given me a stick or some awesome weapons? I'm a hero! I should be able to defend myself- whatthehellwasthat!?"
He had heard suspicious rustling from the corn behind him. His eyes darted around, looking for a weapon. His choices were a pebble on the road, corn, a small stick, corn, maybe his shoe, corn, corn- GOD DAMN IT.
Since he had no other choice, he picked up a ear of corn and held it as threateningly as one could become while holding a vegetable as a weapon.
... Which wasn't very threatening at all.
"Bring it on, corn field monster! Don't make me use this corn! I'll... I'LL THROW IT. AT YOUR HEAD. And as a hero, I'll make sure it'll hurt!"
A tall figure rose up from the rustling patch of corn stalks. It was... Russia? He wearing plain, lame looking pants and a shirt with his scarf stuffed and covered with straw.
The straw-covered Russia stretched and yawned. He noticed America and smiled. "Hello-"
"Die you communist bastard," America screamed as he chucked the corn at Russia. It bounced harmlessly off his chest and only made him confused.
He frowned at America. "That wasn't very nice. I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Ivan, not 'communist bastard'. I'm just a scarecrow for this field."
"Wait, wait, wait. There's no way you're the scarecrow dude that Dorothy girl goes along with to that gem city! No way. Nu uh. You-"
Ivan simply smiled and went up to America. "Ah, you're going to the Ruby City? I'll go with you, Dorothy!"
America growled and poked Ivan on the chest. "Hey, I said 'NO'! And my name isn't Dorothy!"
"So it's settled then!" Ivan firmly pat America on the back and already started making his way down the tomato brick road. "I heard there's a nice warm field of flowers outside the city. I've always wanted to go visit with somebody!"
America tried to stop Ivan by pulling back on his arm, but to no avail. "No no no no no! There's no 'us'!"
He yelped when Ivan tightly grabbed his left hand into his right hand and forced him to walk beside him while rocking their arms back and forth as they continued down the road.
"Now now Dorothy, if you keep fooling around, we'll never make it!"
"My name isn't Dorothy!" America sighed and stopped struggling. "Fine. you can come along. But there's no way in hell I'm skipping down this damn road hand in hand while singing."
"Singing? That sounds like fun! You can choose the song, Dorothy!"
"How about you let go of my hand?"
His grip tightened and his smile grew. "I'm just making sure you're safe, Dorothy! Eheh~!"
"I think I'll take my chances with the evil corn children and face-eating aliens," America grumbled.
At that, Ivan stopped walking and his grip tightened further causing America to wince.. Damn it, he was definitely going to get freakin' bruises later on. America was about to complain, but stopped when he saw the other's face.
Ivan looked like he was about to cry.
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"Er... Uh... Y-Yo, you know I didn't mean it," America stuttered. It was a bit awkward to be apologizing to the scarecrow, movie parody version of his enemy. "You gotta understand that I'm suddenly in some weird-ass place, so I'm kinda highstrung. B-but... I... Look,I'msorryforsnappingatyou, okay?" America pouted and looked away.
Ivan sniffled and wiped his eyes a bit part of his scarf. "Really?"
"Yeh, r'lly," America mumbled, still looking away.
"I'm... glad. I've never had a friend before!" Ivan grinned and his grip on the other's hand loosened considerably to the point where America could take his hand back if he wanted to.
America let out a sigh of relief and slipped his hand out of the other's grasp so he could flex his fingers and make sure he hadn't broken any. But when he saw Ivan's grin falter, he sighed, grabbed his hand and started to pull him forward. "C'mon, let's get out of this field and keep going down this stupid tomato crap road."
Ivan giggle and just kept grinning.
... America was glad no one else was here to see him, a great hero, walk down a freakin' tomato brick road hand in hand with his enemy.
A/N: I hate you, limit. D: Working on next parts. I hope OP is okay with my sad attempt at some weak Rus/Amer. e.e;
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Can't wait to see where this is headed next! :-)
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But I'm having fun with this, so I hope I can get that part out before next weekend or something. xD;;;
On an unrelated note, Oh God, anon is going to be late for school. oAo *still in PJs*
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My writing isn't the best, but it makes me really happy that it made you and a few others laugh/happy!
I waaaaaas thinking of making Romano and Feliciano the lions, but that would've been a bit tricky for me, so I decided not to. D: Plus I wanted to see him try shove himself into one of those munchkin homes *is shot*
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To America's relief and Ivan's joy, they finally made it through the corn field and to the entrance of a forest. They just had to deal with crows that kept pecking Ivan and decided that Texas, America's glasses, would make a nice, shiny trinket.
Probably didn't help that they were holding hands the entire time.
America laughed victoriously and Ivan let out a sigh of relief as the crows scattered and flew away when the strange duo had reached the forest.
"Yeah, run away! Go back to your stinkin' corn field, you cowards!" America let go of Ivan's hand so he could flip them off with both hands. "No one fucks with America! Man, birds are such dicks."
Ivan lightly patted his body, checking to see if everything was still intact. "Da. I never did like them. They would bother me everyday."
"Whaaaaaaat!?" America's sudden yell made Ivan jump slightly. "Dude, you're a scarecrow, right?"
Ivan nodded.
"Then just scare 'em away! Lay a trap! Beat the crap out of them-"
Ivan shook his head. "Nyet."
"Say wha?"
"Well, you see," He fiddled with a stray piece of straw from his arm. "If I do that..." He looked down, obviously hesitant to finish his sentence.
"Woah woah woah, is there some crow mafia or something?" Shit, that was the last thing America needed. Dealing with a few crows wasn't too bad. Dealing with a huge crow mafia that had mini pistols, fedoras and chirped with weird accents would be a bit too much, even for hero.
Ivan was surprised at the remark, but then shook his head and let out a small chuckle. "Do not worry. That's not it." He sighed. "It's just... I'll be alone if they all leave."
America was totally taken aback and at a loss for words. To him, Russia was a crazy, sadistic, fucked up guy. Didn't he only want people around as minions? Definitely messed up.
Then again, he realized that this wasn't Russia sheepishly rubbing his arm, blushing up to his ears, looking away. This was Ivan. And the two were totally different.
... Right?
America lightly pat Ivan's back and grinned. "Aw come on! Er, who needs a bucnha birdbrains anyway! You're are on an adventure, man! So... cheer up?" He really wasn't the best at comforting, but he was trying, at least.
To his surprise, Ivan instantly cheered up and smiled. "Da, we are on an adventure." He held out his hand to America. Another surprise. "We should get going, right Dorothy?"
America let out an exasperated groan, but held the offered hand anyway, and they started to walk. "Man, Dorothy sounds so girly! Can't you call me America, or Alfred, or something cooler?"
"Nyet! Dorothy is Dorothy! Don't be silly!" Ivan chuckled. He was obviously enjoying the teasing.
Resisting the urge to facepalm, America just stuck with grumbling. "'kay, fine. Whatever. But no dresses."
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The words 'kinda sorta a little romantic maybe' popped up in America's head for a second, but he swore under his breath and slapped his forehead. That got him a concerned, yet amused, look from Ivan.
But before Ivan could ask, they both noticed a small hut ahead with various, neatly stacked pieces of old lumber near it. But what caught America's eye was the small bench with some tools on it. They could use some sort of weapon in this fucked up Candyland, or whatever it was called. America forgot already.
"Interesting!" Ivan smiled. "Let's go and check!" He began to pull America towards the hut, but was stopped by America. Ivan looked back at him. "Are you alri-"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," America hissed an obnoxiously drawn out warning. "Look behind the hut! There's someone there!"
Sure enough, there was actually someone there. America only noticed because the sun had reflected off of it and at his eyes. A silver-colored figure stood behind the hut, though they could only see part of it.
America let go of Ivan's hand, shuffled towards the edge of the road and started to creep towards the hut while whispering commands. "Okay, here's the plan. I'll sneak to the hut and grab that hammer, then you can distract that guy and I'll knock him out and- what the hell are you doing, Ivan!?"
While America was creeping towards the hut, Ivan had walked towards the back of the house, right at the figure.
America swore and rushed towards the back of the hut. "Seriously, what the hell! You're not supposed to do... that..."
He lost his train of thought when we saw the frozen, axe in hand, metal-plated figure in front of him. It looked familiar. It looked like... Like...
Germany.
America facepalmed. "That God damn stuck-up bastard is the next person to be with us?"
Ivan stopped poking "Germany"'s frozen arm and grinned. "Ah, this is another friend that will be joining us- Where are you going Dorothy?"
America was starting to stomp away. "Nuh uh. No way, no how. There's no way he's coming. Let's just pretend we didn't see him."
"But Dorothy!" Ivan rushed after America. "We can't just leave him!"
"Yes, we can."
"No, we can't." Ivan caught up.
"YES, we can."
"No, we can't." Ivan grabbed his sleeve.
"YES."
"Nyet." Ivan began dragging him back towards Germany.
There was a small squirter of oil (I have no idea what it's called)on a nearby stump. "Maybe if we use this on him, he'll move again! Right, Dorothy?"
"No seriously, he looks fine. He's probably having the best time of his friggen life. Now leggo."
Ivan frowned. "You said you were a hero, da? I thought the hero helps others?"
Well, shit. He couldn't argue with that. "... Give me the damn oil."
America hastily squirted a bit of oil on the frozen limbs, trying to get it over with, and shoved the oil bottle into Ivan's hands when he was done. "There. Happy?"
Ivan smiled. "Thanks to you, it looks like he's starting to move again."
As Ivan pointed out, the metal-plated Germany started to move his limbs a bit, though there was a slight, displeasing squeaking with every movement. America yelped when Germany suddenly snatched the oil out of Ivan's hands. He still had an axe in his hand after all.
But he had placed the axe down, after he loosened his frozen grip with a few drops, so that he could attend to the many frozen areas that America had skipped over.
When he finished, he handed the oil back to Ivan, who just threw the empty bottle behind him, and rubbed his still-stiff jaw. "Not that I don't appreciate the help, but you," he motioned towards America,"are awful at that."
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