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Chapter 1

Of Tornadoes, tomatoes and tacky overalls

Romano stood, panting heavily. He was hunched over, face flushed and eyes darting nervously.

No sign of that French bastard.

He leant against the white picket fence and sighed in relief, ignoring the blunt pikes pressed painfully into his back.

'Dammit, where is that bastard Antonio when I need him.' he muttered breathlessly. A gust of wind buffeted him and he braced himself against it, hands clenched tightly around the wooden poles. The sky loomed over him, a mass of violent, dark grey clouds. Another burst of wind blew locks of his hazelnut hair into his face causing him to splutter. He scowled, his mood as angry as the ominous weather. Noticing the figure of the Spaniard over in a nearby field, he ran across to him, the dry grass soft beneath his feet.

'Antonio!' he cried, punching the man in the arm for attention. 'Francis was trying to molest me again!'

Antonio continued his work, plucking ripe tomatoes from the vines and placing them in a small wicker basket slung over his arm. His face was un-characteristically focused and there was an ever growing trail of rotten tomatoes behind him. He inspected a tomato carefully, before frowning and throwing it behind him.

'Romano, can't you see I'm busy. Our tomato crop is diseased and I need to save as many as I can.' He smiled apologetically, but continued to work.

'The t-tomatoes are diseased?' Romano's face fell and he bit his lip. He paused for a moment before placing his hands on his hips and stamping his foot impatiently. 'Dammit Antonio, Francis being perverted is more important than our tomato crop.'

Antonio looked up and chuckled, oblivious of how he was increasingly angering Romano.

'Francis wouldn't hurt you. He's a nice person once you get to know him.'

Romano rolled his eyes. 'Fine if you don't care I'll go find someone else who does!'

He growled angrily and stalked off, leaving Antonio to rescue his beloved tomatoes alone.

'This is like, totally hopeless. Whose smart idea was it to move the cart without the wheels anyway?' a blonde haired man drawled, pushing a large wheel delicately, as though it was dangerous.

'That would be you, Feliks.' A smaller man piped up. He attempted to lift the cart, groaning beneath the weight, before collapsing to the ground.

'You sh'dnt b' doin' tht Tino' A man wearing glasses stood up and lifted the cart effortlessly; to the bewildered look on Tino's face.

Feliks sat down with a bump and began inspecting his fingernails. 'This is totally slaves work. Is it like even legal? And these overalls are so not flattering.' He pulled at his own denim overalls for effect and sighed dramatically but his face broke out into a smile when he saw Romano.

Romano stopped in front of the exhausted workers and crossed his arms.

'Francis was chasing me again. He found me walking on the road and he pulled my curl so I ran away and he chased me for miles. He was threatening to do horrible things to me and that bastard Antonio won't listen to me and....' Romano was interrupted by a loud, if not exaggerated yawn.

'Puh – lease Romano, Francis has never done anything to you.'

Romano glared at Feliks who just stared lazily back.

'Helloooo!' A loud, merry voice broke the silence. 'I made you some cookies!'

A cheerful, apron clad, Antonio walked up to the foursome. He grinned and held out a plate full of delicious smelling cookies.

'Ohhhh!' squealed Feliks jumping up, his energy recovering suspiciously fast.

'Thnks' Berwald grunted, taking one for Tino as well.

Romano glanced from the irritatingly cheerful Antonio to the quietly munching Tino and gritted his teeth in anger. 'What the fuck is wrong with you all! Why doesn't anyone care about me! You know what, I bet you wouldn't even care if I wasn't here!'

He blinked back angry tears and turned on his heel, running as fast as he could towards the wire fence surrounding the perimeter of the farm. Jumping over quite gracefully for his current emotional state, he landed on the dirt road and began to walk quickly down the road. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew he had to get away. The wind blew all around him, dirt and debris flying, but he didn't care.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

If Feliciano had been chased by Francis they would have listened, he though bitterly

He started to sing again, his rich voice fighting against the wind.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where -

He stopped. God that was cheesy. It sounded like something his twin brother would say. Bloody Feliciano. He always was the favouriteHe sighed. Although it was soppy, singing surprisingly did make him feel a little better.

He had been walking for a while when he noticed a large shape in the distance. Weary that the weather was becoming quite dangerous, he quickened his pace, hoping to find some shelter. As he neared, he realised that the shape was in fact a caravan.

'Shit' he muttered under his breath 'I do not need Gypsies right now.' He was right in front of the caravan and he could now see a man was hunched over a pile of sticks which Romano assumed used to be a fire.

'H-hello?' he asked nervously.

The man looked up startled, and grabbed his glasses from a nearby table. Squinting through them he broke into a smile. 'Hi! Didn't see you there. Would you like to have something to eat?'

He held out a slightly burnt sausage, his blonde-brown hair floating in the wind. Romano looked apprehensively at the pathetic looking food but his stomach gave a telltale grumble. 'Thanks' he said, sitting next to the man and chewing unrestrainedly on the sausage. 'So what are you doing here?'

The man leant back in his chair and pointed to his caravan. Large, bold letters marked out the side saying 'Alfred.. Fortune teller,' except in front of 'Fortune Teller' somebody had written in untidy black paint (Romano was guessing it was Alfred's writing) 'AWESOME' so the caravan now read 'AWESOME Fortune teller.' Romano smirked, his eyebrows raised.

'Fortune teller?' He folded his arms in disbelief.

'Yeah, yeah!' Alfred bounced enthusiastically causing Romano to draw back. 'Come on I'll show you!' He leant forward in his seat, and waved his arms dramatically. Romano jumped back in surprise as a crystal ball appeared before him but he remained unconvinced. 'Now close your eyes' Alfred began, placing his hands over the orb.

Romano shifted uncomfortably but shut his eyes obediently. Alfred waited until he was sure Romano had shut his eyes and then began.

'Um....you're going on a trip?'

Romano chuckled. 'Nope'

'You're traveling in disguise?'

"Noooo'

'You're.....escaping from something. You're running away!'

'How did you ever know?' Romano's voice dripped with sarcasm. Alfred just smiled.

'You feel like they don't love you at home, they don't care. So you're running away because you don't think it will make a difference.' He paused, noticing Romano's backpack with a picture of his family falling out the side. 'Everyone treats your twin brother better than you, they seem to love him more.'

Romano opened his eyes at this. 'How did you know that.' he asked, genuinely surprised. America tapped his nose and winked.

'All part of my trade.' He looked up at the sky. 'You really should start heading home. It looks like a major storm is coming. You don't want to be caught in the middle of this killer.'

'Didn't you work out anything? I'm running away from home you bastard! I don't want to go back!'

Alfred smirked. 'Oh so your just going to walk away, as far as you can until you get where exactly? You have no where to go. You're going to have to go home eventually and you may as well do it now. Just suck it up. Trust me, you think you'll be fine on your own but you'll end up missing them sooner or later.' His eyes glazed over as though in some distant memory.

Romano snorted. 'Whatever,' he said dismissively but began gathering his stuff. He didn't want to see anyone again but he knew how deadly these storms could get. 'I spose you're right.' He stood up dejectedly. Noticing his photo sticking out of his bag he froze and he smiled. 'You didn't really know any of that!' he said triumphantly.

'Of course I did!' Alfred retorted, although not meeting the others eyes and began moving things inside his caravan. Romano rolled his eyes and picked up his backpack.

'See ya then!' Alfred called after him. Romano raised a hand in response.

As he neared his house, the wind had picked up speed. He couldn't see anyone outside anymore.

'HELLO!" Romano yelled to no response. He spun around as a tree toppled over behind him. The sight that met him filled his heart with dread.

A tornado was rapidly growing closer, building speed, a spiral of wind, dust and debris. 'Shit!" he shouted in disbelief. He ran towards the trapdoor in the ground, shielding his eyes from stray objects. He pulled at the door but it was stuck fast. The others must have locked it already.

'Typical' he muttered. He racked his brains, what were you supposed to do when there was a tornado? He turned again to see the tornado plowing through a field. Deciding cover was the best option, he ran indoors.

The house was shaking and shuddering under the pressure of the wind. He jumped under his bed, curling up into a ball, his eyes tightly shut. The wind was getting louder and more violent now. The windows were nearly shattering. He watched in horror as the house tilted, the bed sliding from over him and crashing into the opposite wall.

Then suddenly it all stopped.

Romano opened his eyes nervously, and looked around. The wind had stopped but.... the house was spinning? He stood up and his mouth dropped.

He was in the tornado.

Right in the middle of it.

Was that even possible? He turned around in disbelief and ran over to the window. He was in the tornado all right. He could see the debris flying around him. His eyes widened as a cow flew past. He placed a hand on his head feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

'Fuck!' he clasped a hand over his mouth as Francis flew by, on a broomstick, nonetheless. He dropped to the floor. Being alone in his house, caught in a tornado, with Francis and a broomstick was not his idea of fun. In fact, it wasn't even an idea. This couldn't be happening. It wasn't even logical. A loud bang made him start and jump to his feet. The house had stopped spinning and had crashed landed. They must be out of the tornado Romano thought. Still feeling overwhelmed but grateful to be on solid ground, Romano walked towards the door and slowly turned the knob.

A/N: Hope you liked it! This story is basically going to follow the storyline of The Wizard of Oz, the stage musical, considering thats the version I know best. Reviews are love! =]