Summary: Ivan and Ravis find themselves in the land of Oz. Despite the random musical numbers and the technicolor, Ivan seems to be making himself at home. Can Ravis return to the real world? Or will Ivan force him to stay in this place as well?
Disclaimer: England dies, America is not the hero, Ivan is afraid of musical numbers and other crapalistic shtuff. If you can open your mind, then you should be fine. (Opening the mind is usually required to enjoy Hetalia any way). Hetalia, of course, does not belong to me.
Author's Notes: This is my first fictions writing in a VERY long while! This was pretty much inspired by some crack RP where the thought was born to turn Ivan into Dorthy... Naturally, this didn't work out as planned. x3
-Be fore warned, again, you favorite characters may be warped out of their usual niches. However, I still think they're still pretty IC.
Ratings and comments are greatly appreciated!
Dedicated to Molly, who I think still fails to realize that I'm just as much as a hopeless Hetalia fan-nerd as she is. xD
Chapter 1- Kirkland Must Die
"Russia! Are you dead? Should I leave you here? I'm not even sure where I am so even if I left, I couldn't-"
"I live, Ravis."
"Oh! ...Oh, I'm so glad..."
Even if the windows of the heavier SUV were tinted, the sharp contrast from blinding white snow drift to blinding vibrant technicolor was more than enough to wake the Ruski. The car was twisted and mangled, but apparently, they came out okay.
"This is why Russia never rides German car..." he declared, sitting up as he rubbed his head.
"Where are we...?"
"Children ask too many questions," Ivan quickly reprimanded him, "If I knew where we were, you would know too, wouldn't you?" or rather, Ravis would pretend to know just so he wouldn't have to ask Russia. In hindsight, he wondered why he had even asked in the first place. Regardless, so overwhelmed by the colors, it took the both of them to gather the nerve to work the door.
"MON AMOUR! HE IS DEAD! YOU CADS!" as they opened the door to a blond gentleman dressed in a bright blue and red tailored suit. The hop hat he had been wearing had tumbled onto the golden asphalt, as well as his cane with the rooster's head.
The two stared at the man, who was crumpled on the ground before the door, in utter silence. It was only Ravis, the little corn silk haired Lativan, who finally spoke up to address him. Ivan, the white haired wall of a man, had gleefully stepped over the Frenchman to take in all of the vibrant colors and sounds of the busy street. Apparently, they had landed right in the middle of town square and all of the towns people were wandering up to see the commotion.
"Jallo! I am Russia! You look awfully familiar..."
"-I have never seen you before aru. -Where is the king aru?" the (housewife) in the quipao yelled.
"The king? "
"The Witch King! We have been forced to live here with all of his magical creatures for ages! What I wouldn't give to be back home- aru- where neither the colors nor the fairies keep me up at night~..." as he rubbed his forehead.
"THE KING IS DEAD DA-ZE!" in a booming voice, as one of the locals happened upon the high heeled feet sticking out from underneath the German car.
"-You see, we didn't... erm, mean too?" Ravis was never adept at comforting others, the small boy was patting the sobbing gentleman on the back. It was just then that the booming voice assaulted the ears of the entire street and everyone had quickly gathered to the scene in a flurry of questions.
It was then, however, that the richly dressed gentleman sat up, his eyes wide and brimming. It was actually enough to the shock the little Latvian.
"KING ARTHUR'S CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTED! REALITY IS RESTORED!" he declared, the group around the two new comers ecstatic with excitement; so much so, they had broken into song.
While little Ravis just seemed confused by the whole ordeal, Ivan looked positively horrified. How did all these little Asians know the words?
"Thank you so much!" the Frenchman exclaimed, capturing Ravis, and eventually Ivan when he retreated to scoop up his little ward.
"I thought you loved-"
"Non, mon petite. -Though I did love him, his eccentric need to control everything and impose fairy laws upon us all was getting quite stale. I have many loves and passion for everyone, I shall live and remember him as he once was..."
"...Right. We leave now, da?" since the singing natives dancing in circles around them was a little unnerving.
"Unfortunately, my lover's magic is quite strong, and only someone with his shoes may leave this town."
"Then we take his shoes, then! As payment for killing him," Ivan exclaimed, beaming and shoving away from the particularly huggy Frenchman.
Hunkering down, he had proceed to wrench the shoes off the cooling corpse as standard procedure. However...
"...Russia does not wear high heels..."
"Oh... Well? A relative might work... Kaoru! Be a dear!" as the Frenchman seemingly summoned one of the bushier browed Asians from the group; one that was pointedly neither dancing nor singing.
"Yes Uncle?"
"Remove your slippers and give them to this man so that he may leave. "
"But-" however the look that the larger white haired behemoth gave him was enough to force his ears to ring... or was that sound coming from him?
"Da! Thank you for the shoes!" as he dragged Ravis behind him. Apparently, peons normally didn't wear shoes in that place any way and they could go about where ever their master's pleased. Ravis himself wasn't sure what to make of this corollary but he didn't complain; he didn't want to wear some English Queen's heels either.
"Wait! Don't you want to know how to get back to your world, strangers?"
"No time! I don't want to sit through another verse of singing!" Russia yelled behind him as Ravis flailed worthlessly in his arms. How on earth were they going to get home if they didn't know the way?
Author's Notes: Didn't I warn you?
Why is Ivan afraid of their singing? Think about it, wouldn't you be too? It's like they rehearsed it...
If there are any questions, I'll gladly answer them! I've been told I'm notorious for subtlety that no one picks up on in my writings. ^^; So please, please PLEASE- feel free to catch me on it.