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."
Hetalia in Oz 7/?
anonymous
April 19 2011, 20:49:01 UTC
"Yeah, well, you're not the only one that woke up on the wrong side of the bed," America continued to grumble. Really, this day was more like 'woke up when I fell off the side of my bed onto my face and hit my funny bone trying to get up as my radio alarm clock rickrolls me first thing in the morning'. "You even threw a book at me during the meeting today, Mr. I Have a Stick up My Ass."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, but my name is Ludwig. Not... that."
Ivan, somewhat lightly, knocked his grumpy companion on the head and chuckled at the resulting yelp. "Let's not be rude, Dorothy."
"Dorothy? Really?"
America shook his head. "Hell no! That's just what Ivan-" he pointed accusingly at smiling scarecrow, "-decided to call me!"
Ivan just chuckled and lightly batted away the hand pointing at him while America continued his tirade.
"I'm America!" He glared at Ludwig. "And I'm sure you have some 'reeeeaaaaally important background story' you'd like to share with us, so let's get it over with." He plopped down on the stump and next to the axe. "Aaaaand, go."
Ludwig turned and muttered to Ivan. "Your friend is very strange..."
"Really? I think he's pretty normal." Ivan smiled.
Ludwig shook his head and sighed. "Unfortunately, I actually don't remember how I ended up here."
Ivan frowned. "You only remember your name? Too bad..."
"Too bad," America asked with an irritated tone, obviously expecting some epic tale to balance the amount of 'lame' in this adventure so far, "-is an understatement, man! That's lame! C'mon, metal man, just try to remember something!"
Ludwig scoffed at the insult, but paused to ponder and try remember something, anything, other than his name.
"... All I remember is my name." No such luck.
"Hn, that really is too bad..." Ivan then eyed the old axe beside America. "We could hit your head until you remember something else?" He smiled innocently, as if he was just asking to tap Ludwig on the head rather than smash his head in with the blunt handle of an axe.
Ludwig cringed. "Th-That's not necessary."
Ivan chuckled and America let out a disappointed whine.
"Anyway," America started reluctantly after receiving an expectant stare from Ivan,"Why don't you come with? Cause there's no reason to be here, right?"
Ludwig was surprised considering he was suddenly being invited to join two strangers he had only met. "Why?"
"Weeeell, you don't remember anything, right? Might as well come with us, unless if you wanna keep cutting wood and smashing barrels or whatever you were doing before."
"That seems very... unproductive." He sighed and glanced at the small neglected hut. "There really isn't much point staying here by myself."
"Ah, maybe your memory will come back if you walk around with us?" Ivan smiled and pat Ludwig's back, though a bit too hard. "Maybe there'll be something at the Ruby City that will help you?"
"The Ruby City? I've never heard of that place before." A pause. "Or, at least I think I've never heard of it before."
America leapt off the stump and stretched. "'Kay, so you're going along. Why don't we check if there's anything awesome left here that we can use?" He picked up the axe, with a grin. "Like this!"
Ivan fidgeted when America gave the axe an experimental swing. "Dorothy, I don't think this is a good idea..."
"Honestly, that axe is rusted and rotted! If you swing it again, it might break-"
The second swing of the axe sent the rusted blade flying away and into the side of the hut.
"... That was pretty cool."
Ludwig plucked the remaining handle out of America's hands. "Before you go and break anything else and hurt yourself, I think you should take note that most of the tools out here are too rusted or rotten for use."
"Let's check in here then." Ivan tried to open the door to the hut, but the first pull broke the rusted door handle.
So he kicked the rest of the rotted door in. Gently, of course.
Hetalia in Oz 7.5/?
anonymous
April 19 2011, 21:22:12 UTC
There only lay a single small sheet on the ground, a few broken wooden clocks on the side and a single iron cross pendent, the only thing of any value in the entire hut.
America and Ludwig peeked into the hut around Ivan.
America groaned. "Your life must've sucked! Seriously, this is so boring that I don't even know how your life was and I already hate it cause-" Ludwig cut him off with a light hit on the head. Though it hurt considering the guy's hand was metal. America would definitely call dibs on the first helmet they saw. If they even found one.
Ludwig went in and and picked up the pendent to examine it. "This feels important, but I still don't remember what it's for." He opened the empty compartment in his chest, which made America freak out a little, and placed the pendent inside. The thought of bringing only one unpractical item bothered him, but not as much as the thought of leaving it behind, for some reason.
"OKAY, let's go." America grabbed Ivan and Ludwig's arm and started to drag them down the road. "This weird adventure isn't going to finish itself." To be honest, everything that had happened in the movie beyond this point was pretty fuzzy to him. He did fall asleep due to the fact that Canada and Italy had used French audio. Plus there were no explosions. Explosions in that movie would've made it a big plus for him.
After all, America thought, it's like that story with the... pig and the rabbit or something like that. Something about being fast and winning...
Screw it. The last thing he needed was a lame story within a screwed up story.
Hetalia in Oz 8/?
anonymous
May 12 2011, 22:33:15 UTC
A/N: 'kay dudes and dudettes, I haven't seen "The Wizard of Oz" movie in a while, though I want to see it again, and I've never read the book. I mean, I kinda remember what happens, but I'm bound to mess something up. But in my defense, this is the APH version so it's bound to be different. 8D;;
"Uhhh, Guys? When did this place start looking this uncool?"
Russia chuckled. "It just got a little darker, that's all!"
Ludwig sighed after glancing around. "I thought it was strange that the road would lead us this deep into the forest."
The trio had only been walking for a few minutes, but the surrounding scenery quickly went from light and pleasant to dark and unnerving. There were more trees to the point where none of them could see the clear sky, but there was enough light so that they could see. Cracking creaks, grisly growls, strange shuffles and other unnerving noises made them jump or flinch. But it wasn't because those noises were so constant in the area. It was because they were so rare. Other then those noises, the area was almost completely silent.
In short, this place was creepy and America didn't like it one bit.
America flinched slightly when something squawked in the tree on the right side of the road. "Some friggen happy, shiny fairy tale this turned out to be." He nudged Ludwig. "Don't you have a lazer beam or something?"
"Excuse me?" Ludwig still needed to get used to his crazy company.
"You know, robot weapons and stuff!" America animated shooting with his hands, along with going 'pew pew' for cool sound effects. "Robots are supposed to have really kickass stuff, right?"
Ludwig shook his head and sighed. "I don't-"
America cut him off. "Not even a lazer beam?"
"No, I-"
"What about a rocket punch!?"
"That's impossible-"
"DUDE, you're KILLING me here!" America groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So what are we gonna do when we gotta defend ourselves? Make 'em do push ups or-"
"It's rude to interrupt! Just let me finish what I was saying," Ludwig barked back. America did the smart thing and immediately shut up. "I already told you, 5 times-"
"7 times," Ivan chimed in.
"Thank you. 7 times, I told you that I AM NOT a fighting robot. I am just made from metal."
"It's okay, Dorothy!" Ivan smiled sweetly and pat Ludwig and America's shoulders. "We're all together, so we should be fine! Nothing has tried to get us yet."
America threw his hands up in the air with an exasperated groan. "That's what they want us to think!" He started to walk faster, ahead of the others. "Whatever, let's just get the hell out of here."
"Dorothy, don't go too far ahead!" Ivan pouted and quickened his pace, dragging an unwilling Ludwig with him. "We don't want you to get hurt!"
America stopped in his tracks, and turned around with his arms crossed. "C'mon, Ivan. What's the worst that could happen?"
One of the bushes on the side of the road near America started to shake violently and before anyone could even react, a figure shot out of the bush and tackled America to the ground. He let out a grunt when they hit the ground.
"Dorothy, are you okay?" Ivan rushed over, still pulling Ludwig with him.
"No, I think I might've bruised either my ass or my back." America scowled and tried to pull his attacker, who was now clinging on to him, off of him. "Get the hell off of me! Seriously, what's wrong with you!"
"I... I.... I..." The other was quivering, his face buried in America's chest, and his grip tightened.
Well, this is awkward. America shot an expectant 'help me out here' look at Ivan and Ludwig, but they were just as confused as he was.
But when he took better look at his attacker... That voice, that short brown hair and that lame shaking was familiar actually.
He lightly tapped the other's shoulder. "Err, Italy?"
As if he had flipped a switch just by tapping, the other lifted his head from his chest and started to wail.
"I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOORRY! Please don't hurt me, I'm not dangerous! I-I'm just harmless, little, Feliciano! Really! But this place is really really really scary! I'm sorry! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST DON'T HIT ME!"
After letting out another wail, Feliciano buried his face into America's shirt again.
Hetalia in Oz 9.5/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 09:58:44 UTC
A/N: A lil' late night update. It popped into my head at a weird time and I had to write it out before I forgot.
"Okay, okay, just calm down! Seriously, you're getting snot all over my shirt!"
Feliciano slowly got up, weakly sniffling an apology. Surprisingly, his getup looked pretty normal. He was just wearing that white sailor suit outfit. It was the same ol' nervous Italy, fiddled with his tail-
Wait, what.
"Uh, Felciano? What's with the cat ears and the tail?" America gave Feliciano's cat ears a light tug. "No offense, but they look kinda dumb."
Feliciano let out several squeaks and shuddered at the tugs, though America was oblivious to it as he continued to tug them out of sheer curiosity. "V-Ve, I don't, eek! Err, I-I don't know what... what you're talking abou- ack! I've always had them!" Feliciano weakly pawed at America's arm. "S-stop that, per favore!"
Another tug followed by another squeak. "Huh, I'm not even hitting you, dude! I just wanna know what the heck these are for."
Ludwig sighed gave a America a light hit to the head to get him to stop. "You're obviously bothering by doing that." He went over to Feliciano with a concerned look. "Are you alright?"
He didn't expect Feliciano to lunge forward and hug him. Even as a failure of a lion, at least he could pounce. "Thank you for saving me! Even if you're kinda scary and your face is pretty angry looking and your body is hard and hurts a bit to hug you, you're a nice guy! I'm so glad!"
"Uh, thank you?"
"Ve, I'm glad I have a friend like you!"
"Wait, when did we become friends?" It had only been a few minutes after all.
"Ve... You don't want to be friends? Feliciano's ears and tail drooped a bit and his previous bright and happy expression turned sad.
"N-No, I don't mind being friends..." Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Since I woke up, I haven't really had a friend so far."
"Oh yeah, sure. You're welcome for inviting you on this awesome adventure so that you could get back your memory." Not that America minded not being friends, really! It was just irritating to be ignored. It totally wasn't cause he didn't mind the idea of being friends with Germany.
"I'm sure Ludwig didn't mean it." Ivan frowned. "But that was still mean to say." He grabbed everybody into a tight hug, despite complains, squeaks and grunts. "We're all friends, da?"
Hetalia in Oz 10/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 20:32:48 UTC
"Yeah, fine, we're all friends," America said... Though it actually sounded more like "Yrgh mrphh frnna." It's hard to speak clearly when your face is pressed up against someone's chest.
When Ivan finally let go of everybody, Feliciano gasped for air and Ludwig apprehensively checked for dents due to the strong hug. But America just brushed a few stray pieces of hay off of him. He had gotten pretty used to all the arm grabs and the hugs by now.
Ludwig sighed. "I apologize. That was rude of me. You did offer to help me out, after all."
America dismissed the issue with a wave of his hand. "Nah, I've heard worse." Ivan nudged him. "I mean, it's no problem dude. You were standing out there alone for probably a freakin' loooong time plus you lost your memory and even your home looked rundown and empty and... Where was I going with this? I swear I was going somewhere awesome with this like in the movies..."
"Alright, I get the point already." Ludwig motioned for him to stop talking. "But you did try to make me feel better, I suppose. Thank you." He made a small smile.
Feliciano grin at that and pat Ludwig on the back. "See, you are a nice guy! I knew it!" His smile faltered. "But, you lost your memory?"
An affirmative nod. "Yes, all I can remember was my name."
"That's one of the reasons why we're heading for the Ruby City," Ivan added. "Why don't you come with us?"
"Ve? Really?" His tail started to wag.
America shrugged. "Well, why not? No sense hanging out in this crappy forest." A pause. "Wait, why were you hanging around here anyway? A dare?"
Feliciano shook his head. "Ve... I'm looking for an old friend. He left one day, I forget why, but he never came back. He promised that he'd come back..." He looked downwards with a sullen look and absentmindedly rubbed his arm. "I know it's been a long time, but still remember him and I really miss him. I had a feeling that I'd find him, so that's why I'm here."
"Felicinano..." America didn't really know how to respond to that. That was a bit heavier than he expected from the normally carefree, silly italian he knew.
"You must've been very close, da?" Despite the sympathetic smile, there was slight envy in Ivan's words.
Ludwig reassuringly pat Feliciano's shoulder. "We'll help you find him too. Since you're trying so hard, you'll find him. I'm positive."
Feliciano's expression quickly brightened and his voice picked up back to its usual happy tone. "Ve, thank you everybody!" He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"All right then! First thing's first! Let's get the hell outta here and get down to the Ruby City!?" America started to continue down the tomato brick road, followed by Ivan, who had linked arms with America. "So grab your girlfriend, Lud, and let's get going already!"
Hetalia in Oz 11/?
anonymous
May 20 2011, 19:51:14 UTC
A/N: Reading this over, I thought of Beauty and the Beast. xD I edited a little bit then. Blabbered a bit about this character, but I had fun, DERP.
Unbeknownst to the group, someone was watching them. The Witch of the Wherever wasn't the only witch in Tomatoland, after all and unfortunately, not all of them were helpful and kind. Residing in a large, cold castle within the desolate, jagged mountains beyond the Ruby City was the Witch of the Wherever's adopted second cousin thrice removed, Arthur. He had various titles ranging from taunting to daunting, but was mostly referred to as the Witch of Nowhere, to his dislike.
He was previously the ruler of a kingdom, but was banished due to a... 'mistake' relating to a soured relation between him and a ex-friend that had created a rebellion. It had mostly been due to Arthur's cranky, and often distant, disposition, but he was still bitter nevertheles.
Donning a black, hooded cloak that covered his messy, short blonde hair and almost hid his strangely large brows, he 'ruled' his castle surrounded by minions, most of them made or summoned by magic. Though quite powerful, he mostly kept to himself, only causing occasional trouble with minions and was usually content with just observing the outside world through a magic, crystal ball he had.
Unfortunately, America's sudden appearance had not went unnoticed and had caught the witch's interest as well.
The Witch of Nowhere scowled as he continued to watch America and his ragtag group go from bickering misfits to 'friends'. They neared the exit of the dark forest and nearer to the Ruby City.
More specifically, Arthur glared at America through his crystal ball. He said a simple command and the ball focused on America.
He peered at the image of the other once again. "His hair, his voice, his bloody unbearable attitude... It's him without a doubt."
With a wave of his hand, he summoned a dusty book of curses and spells from the rotting bookcase behind him and muttered angrily to himself as he flipped through its contents.
"You betray me, attack me, kick me out of my own damn kingdom to these blasted mountains, disappear and then come back years later to become all chummy with these freaks?" He finally found the page with the 'eternal sleep' spell and laughed wryly.
"Time for that long-overdue punishment."
Going back to America and his 'band of merry weirdos that all needed help in one way or another', they had finally made it out of the forest. Now in front of them, was the Ruby City, its pointed crystal-formation appearance twinkling beautifully in the sunny clear weather. All that separated them from the city was a lovely, vast field of red poppies swaying slightly in the light breeze.
At the sight in front of them, America fist-pumped with a victorious holler. "WOO HOO! Can I get a 'fuck yeah' guys, because we freakin' MADE IT!" He whistled when he looked at the impressive city at a distance. "Man, it doesn't look as lame as I thought it'd be!"
"I'd rather not use that kind of vulgar language for a time like this." Ludwig's smile and ending chuckle betrayed his words. "But it is very beautiful, isn't it?" While he wasn't the type to get openly or easily excited, it was definitely a refreshing sight after waking up in the forest.
Felicano, who squealed with glee when they finally exited the dark forest, began to blabber excitedly while animatedly, yet meaninglessly, waving his arms. "We made it, we made it~! I've been here before, but it's been such a long time and, wow, it looks so pretty and its not scary and I hope we can eat when we get there because I'm kinda hungry, and woooow, I don't remember that many flowers before! It's amazing~!" He ran forward to dive into the start of the field of flowers and began to roll around, giggling giddily with the occasional 'Ve~' as he did so.
Ivan laughed and gazed with barely contained excited joy at the field. "I've always wanted to come here! It's just as nice as I thought it'd be! It's warm and pretty with all of these flowers."
Hetalia in Oz 11b/?
anonymous
May 22 2011, 04:35:38 UTC
A/N: I'm going to use a, b, c now instead of ending up with, like, 30 parts or something. |D Consistency, what's that? Man, I've messed up the numbering already.
"Those cornfields kinda suck compared to this, huh," America asked, getting a single nod in response. "Weeeell, what the hell are we waiting for?" He grabbed Ivan and Ludwig's arms and began to pull them eagerly towards Feliciano and the field of flowers. "The city is right ahead!"
Ivan stopped when they reached the edge of the field and America let go of Ludwig's arm to turn and give the scarecrow a questioning look.
"Isn't there a road?" Ivan scanned the landscape, trying to look for one. "Won't we hurt the flowers by running through them?"
America let out a hearty laugh and pat the other's back. "Duuude, don't worry!" He pointed at Feliciano, who was still rolling around."Feli is rolling on 'em and they're fine! They're resilient bastards!"
It was true. The poppies has the same feel and softness of normal flowers, but sprang back up, good as new, when Feliciano rolled on them.
"Ve, come roll with me Ludwig!" Feliciano giggled got up briefly to pounce on Ludwig, who had went to stand in the field next to Feliciano after America had let him go, into the soft, flowery bed before he could turn down the invitation.
"Oof, is this pouncing going to become a habit? Honestly!" Ludwig snapped half-heartedly but didn't move to push Feliciano off of his chest. He was just playing after all and its not like it hurt. Plus Feliciano must've tackled, clung to, hugged, pounced on him and done any other action that invaded his personal space at least 25 times while in the forest.
The other was giggling and then plucked a single poppy, after a few seconds of serious contemplation and judgment of the surrounding poppies, and handed it to Ludwig. "Here you go! A pretty flower from me, ve! It's special!" Ludwig was about to point out that all of the flowers around them were pretty similar, but held back and just accepted the flower with a smile, though he felt a little ridiculous. "Thank you."
After a few relaxing seconds of silence, Ludwig finally noticed something was off.
Re: Hetalia in Oz 11b/?
anonymous
May 23 2011, 06:48:34 UTC
OHMYGOODNESS.
OH.MY.GOODNESS.
Have I said "oh my goodness" at all?
OH.
MY.
GOODNESS.
What is that. What is that. /points at ending
Do you know what that is? That's a fucking cliffhanger. I can just feel myself losing my resolve already, and it hasn't even been a day since you updated. Oh, well, just flip me sideways and fuck me twenty ways to next Sunday. Fucking cliffhangers, just RAAAH /clings
Stalking this fill, thank you very much. /sets up tent and spying equipment
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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"I have no idea what you're talking about, but my name is Ludwig. Not... that."
Ivan, somewhat lightly, knocked his grumpy companion on the head and chuckled at the resulting yelp. "Let's not be rude, Dorothy."
"Dorothy? Really?"
America shook his head. "Hell no! That's just what Ivan-" he pointed accusingly at smiling scarecrow, "-decided to call me!"
Ivan just chuckled and lightly batted away the hand pointing at him while America continued his tirade.
"I'm America!" He glared at Ludwig. "And I'm sure you have some 'reeeeaaaaally important background story' you'd like to share with us, so let's get it over with." He plopped down on the stump and next to the axe. "Aaaaand, go."
Ludwig turned and muttered to Ivan. "Your friend is very strange..."
"Really? I think he's pretty normal." Ivan smiled.
Ludwig shook his head and sighed. "Unfortunately, I actually don't remember how I ended up here."
Ivan frowned. "You only remember your name? Too bad..."
"Too bad," America asked with an irritated tone, obviously expecting some epic tale to balance the amount of 'lame' in this adventure so far, "-is an understatement, man! That's lame! C'mon, metal man, just try to remember something!"
Ludwig scoffed at the insult, but paused to ponder and try remember something, anything, other than his name.
"... All I remember is my name." No such luck.
"Hn, that really is too bad..." Ivan then eyed the old axe beside America. "We could hit your head until you remember something else?" He smiled innocently, as if he was just asking to tap Ludwig on the head rather than smash his head in with the blunt handle of an axe.
Ludwig cringed. "Th-That's not necessary."
Ivan chuckled and America let out a disappointed whine.
"Anyway," America started reluctantly after receiving an expectant stare from Ivan,"Why don't you come with? Cause there's no reason to be here, right?"
Ludwig was surprised considering he was suddenly being invited to join two strangers he had only met. "Why?"
"Weeeell, you don't remember anything, right? Might as well come with us, unless if you wanna keep cutting wood and smashing barrels or whatever you were doing before."
"That seems very... unproductive." He sighed and glanced at the small neglected hut. "There really isn't much point staying here by myself."
"Ah, maybe your memory will come back if you walk around with us?" Ivan smiled and pat Ludwig's back, though a bit too hard. "Maybe there'll be something at the Ruby City that will help you?"
"The Ruby City? I've never heard of that place before." A pause. "Or, at least I think I've never heard of it before."
America leapt off the stump and stretched. "'Kay, so you're going along. Why don't we check if there's anything awesome left here that we can use?" He picked up the axe, with a grin. "Like this!"
Ivan fidgeted when America gave the axe an experimental swing. "Dorothy, I don't think this is a good idea..."
"Honestly, that axe is rusted and rotted! If you swing it again, it might break-"
The second swing of the axe sent the rusted blade flying away and into the side of the hut.
"... That was pretty cool."
Ludwig plucked the remaining handle out of America's hands. "Before you go and break anything else and hurt yourself, I think you should take note that most of the tools out here are too rusted or rotten for use."
"Let's check in here then." Ivan tried to open the door to the hut, but the first pull broke the rusted door handle.
So he kicked the rest of the rotted door in. Gently, of course.
Somewhat.
Not really.
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America and Ludwig peeked into the hut around Ivan.
America groaned. "Your life must've sucked! Seriously, this is so boring that I don't even know how your life was and I already hate it cause-" Ludwig cut him off with a light hit on the head. Though it hurt considering the guy's hand was metal. America would definitely call dibs on the first helmet they saw. If they even found one.
Ludwig went in and and picked up the pendent to examine it. "This feels important, but I still don't remember what it's for." He opened the empty compartment in his chest, which made America freak out a little, and placed the pendent inside. The thought of bringing only one unpractical item bothered him, but not as much as the thought of leaving it behind, for some reason.
"OKAY, let's go." America grabbed Ivan and Ludwig's arm and started to drag them down the road. "This weird adventure isn't going to finish itself." To be honest, everything that had happened in the movie beyond this point was pretty fuzzy to him. He did fall asleep due to the fact that Canada and Italy had used French audio. Plus there were no explosions. Explosions in that movie would've made it a big plus for him.
After all, America thought, it's like that story with the... pig and the rabbit or something like that. Something about being fast and winning...
Screw it. The last thing he needed was a lame story within a screwed up story.
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"Uhhh, Guys? When did this place start looking this uncool?"
Russia chuckled. "It just got a little darker, that's all!"
Ludwig sighed after glancing around. "I thought it was strange that the road would lead us this deep into the forest."
The trio had only been walking for a few minutes, but the surrounding scenery quickly went from light and pleasant to dark and unnerving. There were more trees to the point where none of them could see the clear sky, but there was enough light so that they could see. Cracking creaks, grisly growls, strange shuffles and other unnerving noises made them jump or flinch. But it wasn't because those noises were so constant in the area. It was because they were so rare. Other then those noises, the area was almost completely silent.
In short, this place was creepy and America didn't like it one bit.
America flinched slightly when something squawked in the tree on the right side of the road. "Some friggen happy, shiny fairy tale this turned out to be." He nudged Ludwig. "Don't you have a lazer beam or something?"
"Excuse me?" Ludwig still needed to get used to his crazy company.
"You know, robot weapons and stuff!" America animated shooting with his hands, along with going 'pew pew' for cool sound effects. "Robots are supposed to have really kickass stuff, right?"
Ludwig shook his head and sighed. "I don't-"
America cut him off. "Not even a lazer beam?"
"No, I-"
"What about a rocket punch!?"
"That's impossible-"
"DUDE, you're KILLING me here!" America groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "So what are we gonna do when we gotta defend ourselves? Make 'em do push ups or-"
"It's rude to interrupt! Just let me finish what I was saying," Ludwig barked back. America did the smart thing and immediately shut up. "I already told you, 5 times-"
"7 times," Ivan chimed in.
"Thank you. 7 times, I told you that I AM NOT a fighting robot. I am just made from metal."
"It's okay, Dorothy!" Ivan smiled sweetly and pat Ludwig and America's shoulders. "We're all together, so we should be fine! Nothing has tried to get us yet."
America threw his hands up in the air with an exasperated groan. "That's what they want us to think!" He started to walk faster, ahead of the others. "Whatever, let's just get the hell out of here."
"Dorothy, don't go too far ahead!" Ivan pouted and quickened his pace, dragging an unwilling Ludwig with him. "We don't want you to get hurt!"
America stopped in his tracks, and turned around with his arms crossed. "C'mon, Ivan. What's the worst that could happen?"
One of the bushes on the side of the road near America started to shake violently and before anyone could even react, a figure shot out of the bush and tackled America to the ground. He let out a grunt when they hit the ground.
"Dorothy, are you okay?" Ivan rushed over, still pulling Ludwig with him.
"No, I think I might've bruised either my ass or my back." America scowled and tried to pull his attacker, who was now clinging on to him, off of him. "Get the hell off of me! Seriously, what's wrong with you!"
"I... I.... I..." The other was quivering, his face buried in America's chest, and his grip tightened.
Well, this is awkward. America shot an expectant 'help me out here' look at Ivan and Ludwig, but they were just as confused as he was.
But when he took better look at his attacker... That voice, that short brown hair and that lame shaking was familiar actually.
He lightly tapped the other's shoulder. "Err, Italy?"
As if he had flipped a switch just by tapping, the other lifted his head from his chest and started to wail.
"I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOORRY! Please don't hurt me, I'm not dangerous! I-I'm just harmless, little, Feliciano! Really! But this place is really really really scary! I'm sorry! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST DON'T HIT ME!"
After letting out another wail, Feliciano buried his face into America's shirt again.
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I love Alfred in this sooo much! xD
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... Despite the fact I restarted this fill after a year. x'DDDDD
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"Okay, okay, just calm down! Seriously, you're getting snot all over my shirt!"
Feliciano slowly got up, weakly sniffling an apology. Surprisingly, his getup looked pretty normal. He was just wearing that white sailor suit outfit. It was the same ol' nervous Italy, fiddled with his tail-
Wait, what.
"Uh, Felciano? What's with the cat ears and the tail?" America gave Feliciano's cat ears a light tug. "No offense, but they look kinda dumb."
Feliciano let out several squeaks and shuddered at the tugs, though America was oblivious to it as he continued to tug them out of sheer curiosity. "V-Ve, I don't, eek! Err, I-I don't know what... what you're talking abou- ack! I've always had them!" Feliciano weakly pawed at America's arm. "S-stop that, per favore!"
Another tug followed by another squeak. "Huh, I'm not even hitting you, dude! I just wanna know what the heck these are for."
Ludwig sighed gave a America a light hit to the head to get him to stop.
"You're obviously bothering by doing that." He went over to Feliciano with a concerned look. "Are you alright?"
He didn't expect Feliciano to lunge forward and hug him. Even as a failure of a lion, at least he could pounce. "Thank you for saving me! Even if you're kinda scary and your face is pretty angry looking and your body is hard and hurts a bit to hug you, you're a nice guy! I'm so glad!"
"Uh, thank you?"
"Ve, I'm glad I have a friend like you!"
"Wait, when did we become friends?" It had only been a few minutes after all.
"Ve... You don't want to be friends? Feliciano's ears and tail drooped a bit and his previous bright and happy expression turned sad.
"N-No, I don't mind being friends..." Ludwig rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Since I woke up, I haven't really had a friend so far."
"Oh yeah, sure. You're welcome for inviting you on this awesome adventure so that you could get back your memory." Not that America minded not being friends, really! It was just irritating to be ignored. It totally wasn't cause he didn't mind the idea of being friends with Germany.
"I'm sure Ludwig didn't mean it." Ivan frowned. "But that was still mean to say." He grabbed everybody into a tight hug, despite complains, squeaks and grunts. "We're all friends, da?"
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When Ivan finally let go of everybody, Feliciano gasped for air and Ludwig apprehensively checked for dents due to the strong hug. But America just brushed a few stray pieces of hay off of him. He had gotten pretty used to all the arm grabs and the hugs by now.
Ludwig sighed. "I apologize. That was rude of me. You did offer to help me out, after all."
America dismissed the issue with a wave of his hand. "Nah, I've heard worse." Ivan nudged him. "I mean, it's no problem dude. You were standing out there alone for probably a freakin' loooong time plus you lost your memory and even your home looked rundown and empty and... Where was I going with this? I swear I was going somewhere awesome with this like in the movies..."
"Alright, I get the point already." Ludwig motioned for him to stop talking. "But you did try to make me feel better, I suppose. Thank you." He made a small smile.
Feliciano grin at that and pat Ludwig on the back. "See, you are a nice guy! I knew it!" His smile faltered. "But, you lost your memory?"
An affirmative nod. "Yes, all I can remember was my name."
"That's one of the reasons why we're heading for the Ruby City," Ivan added. "Why don't you come with us?"
"Ve? Really?" His tail started to wag.
America shrugged. "Well, why not? No sense hanging out in this crappy forest." A pause. "Wait, why were you hanging around here anyway? A dare?"
Feliciano shook his head. "Ve... I'm looking for an old friend. He left one day, I forget why, but he never came back. He promised that he'd come back..." He looked downwards with a sullen look and absentmindedly rubbed his arm. "I know it's been a long time, but still remember him and I really miss him. I had a feeling that I'd find him, so that's why I'm here."
"Felicinano..." America didn't really know how to respond to that. That was a bit heavier than he expected from the normally carefree, silly italian he knew.
"You must've been very close, da?" Despite the sympathetic smile, there was slight envy in Ivan's words.
Ludwig reassuringly pat Feliciano's shoulder. "We'll help you find him too. Since you're trying so hard, you'll find him. I'm positive."
Feliciano's expression quickly brightened and his voice picked up back to its usual happy tone. "Ve, thank you everybody!" He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"All right then! First thing's first! Let's get the hell outta here and get down to the Ruby City!?" America started to continue down the tomato brick road, followed by Ivan, who had linked arms with America. "So grab your girlfriend, Lud, and let's get going already!"
"Girl-!?"
"Ve, but I'm not a girl... Right?"
"Th-There's no need to check!"
"But I'm just making sure-"
"PULL YOUR PANTS BACK UP!"
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Unbeknownst to the group, someone was watching them. The Witch of the Wherever wasn't the only witch in Tomatoland, after all and unfortunately, not all of them were helpful and kind. Residing in a large, cold castle within the desolate, jagged mountains beyond the Ruby City was the Witch of the Wherever's adopted second cousin thrice removed, Arthur. He had various titles ranging from taunting to daunting, but was mostly referred to as the Witch of Nowhere, to his dislike.
He was previously the ruler of a kingdom, but was banished due to a... 'mistake' relating to a soured relation between him and a ex-friend that had created a rebellion. It had mostly been due to Arthur's cranky, and often distant, disposition, but he was still bitter nevertheles.
Donning a black, hooded cloak that covered his messy, short blonde hair and almost hid his strangely large brows, he 'ruled' his castle surrounded by minions, most of them made or summoned by magic. Though quite powerful, he mostly kept to himself, only causing occasional trouble with minions and was usually content with just observing the outside world through a magic, crystal ball he had.
Unfortunately, America's sudden appearance had not went unnoticed and had caught the witch's interest as well.
The Witch of Nowhere scowled as he continued to watch America and his ragtag group go from bickering misfits to 'friends'. They neared the exit of the dark forest and nearer to the Ruby City.
More specifically, Arthur glared at America through his crystal ball. He said a simple command and the ball focused on America.
He peered at the image of the other once again. "His hair, his voice, his bloody unbearable attitude... It's him without a doubt."
With a wave of his hand, he summoned a dusty book of curses and spells from the rotting bookcase behind him and muttered angrily to himself as he flipped through its contents.
"You betray me, attack me, kick me out of my own damn kingdom to these blasted mountains, disappear and then come back years later to become all chummy with these freaks?" He finally found the page with the 'eternal sleep' spell and laughed wryly.
"Time for that long-overdue punishment."
Going back to America and his 'band of merry weirdos that all needed help in one way or another', they had finally made it out of the forest. Now in front of them, was the Ruby City, its pointed crystal-formation appearance twinkling beautifully in the sunny clear weather. All that separated them from the city was a lovely, vast field of red poppies swaying slightly in the light breeze.
At the sight in front of them, America fist-pumped with a victorious holler. "WOO HOO! Can I get a 'fuck yeah' guys, because we freakin' MADE IT!" He whistled when he looked at the impressive city at a distance. "Man, it doesn't look as lame as I thought it'd be!"
"I'd rather not use that kind of vulgar language for a time like this." Ludwig's smile and ending chuckle betrayed his words. "But it is very beautiful, isn't it?" While he wasn't the type to get openly or easily excited, it was definitely a refreshing sight after waking up in the forest.
Felicano, who squealed with glee when they finally exited the dark forest, began to blabber excitedly while animatedly, yet meaninglessly, waving his arms. "We made it, we made it~! I've been here before, but it's been such a long time and, wow, it looks so pretty and its not scary and I hope we can eat when we get there because I'm kinda hungry, and woooow, I don't remember that many flowers before! It's amazing~!" He ran forward to dive into the start of the field of flowers and began to roll around, giggling giddily with the occasional 'Ve~' as he did so.
Ivan laughed and gazed with barely contained excited joy at the field. "I've always wanted to come here! It's just as nice as I thought it'd be! It's warm and pretty with all of these flowers."
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"Those cornfields kinda suck compared to this, huh," America asked, getting a single nod in response. "Weeeell, what the hell are we waiting for?" He grabbed Ivan and Ludwig's arms and began to pull them eagerly towards Feliciano and the field of flowers. "The city is right ahead!"
Ivan stopped when they reached the edge of the field and America let go of Ludwig's arm to turn and give the scarecrow a questioning look.
"Isn't there a road?" Ivan scanned the landscape, trying to look for one. "Won't we hurt the flowers by running through them?"
America let out a hearty laugh and pat the other's back. "Duuude, don't worry!" He pointed at Feliciano, who was still rolling around."Feli is rolling on 'em and they're fine! They're resilient bastards!"
It was true. The poppies has the same feel and softness of normal flowers, but sprang back up, good as new, when Feliciano rolled on them.
"Ve, come roll with me Ludwig!" Feliciano giggled got up briefly to pounce on Ludwig, who had went to stand in the field next to Feliciano after America had let him go, into the soft, flowery bed before he could turn down the invitation.
"Oof, is this pouncing going to become a habit? Honestly!" Ludwig snapped half-heartedly but didn't move to push Feliciano off of his chest. He was just playing after all and its not like it hurt. Plus Feliciano must've tackled, clung to, hugged, pounced on him and done any other action that invaded his personal space at least 25 times while in the forest.
The other was giggling and then plucked a single poppy, after a few seconds of serious contemplation and judgment of the surrounding poppies, and handed it to Ludwig. "Here you go! A pretty flower from me, ve! It's special!"
Ludwig was about to point out that all of the flowers around them were pretty similar, but held back and just accepted the flower with a smile, though he felt a little ridiculous. "Thank you."
After a few relaxing seconds of silence, Ludwig finally noticed something was off.
"... Where did America and Ivan go?"
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OH.MY.GOODNESS.
Have I said "oh my goodness" at all?
OH.
MY.
GOODNESS.
What is that. What is that. /points at ending
Do you know what that is? That's a fucking cliffhanger. I can just feel myself losing my resolve already, and it hasn't even been a day since you updated. Oh, well, just flip me sideways and fuck me twenty ways to next Sunday. Fucking cliffhangers, just RAAAH /clings
Stalking this fill, thank you very much. /sets up tent and spying equipment
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