Author note: Welp, this is the first fanfiction I've ever written on a massively serious level. It's Hetalia, yes, but it's largely based on L. Frank Baum's The Wizard of Oz. I just read the actual book recently and found I liked it WAY more than the MGM movie (even if the movie was really good too. Nothing against it!) I'll probably mix things from the movie and the book, or condense or edit them and the characters and mannerisms from the books will be changed as they are being replaced with Hetalia characters. I chose Tino (Finland) to be Dorothy simply… because I could. DON'T JUDGE ME!
Please don't hate me! whines sadly I don't own the characters or The Wizard of Oz, only my crap-tastic writing. I had my sister beta-read it for me. She seemed to like it oodles, so I'm submitting it.
Summary: Tino Väinämöinen is used to his quiet, dreary life in the little cabin outside of Helsinki, living with his young Aunt Katyusha and dog Bloody Hanatamago, but when a terrible snow storm blows his house into the odd-ball country of Oz he meets some colorful characters on the yellow brick road. A loud and boisterous Scarecrow with a zeal for life and a drunk-esc swagger, an emotionally stuffy tin woodsman (who often reminds the Scarecrow that he is in fact totally brainless) and a socially awkward lion with a terrifying face. Will Tino ever get back home to Helsinki?
Chapter 1; The Storm:
Tino Väinämöinen lived a rather quite life, in a very small, grey, dilapidated cabin outside of the city of Helsinki. Since his parents had passed away when he was young he had come to be living with his young Aunt Katyusha. The general greyness of the long winters seemed to devour the color from the world around him and even his aunt seemed to be composed of shades of grey when she would trudge home, tired from her hours of work at the factory.
He knew factory life was not suitable for her, that she had originally been a farmer's daughter in the Ukraine and had come this far simply to take care of him and he loved her for that. So he never complained about the grey that had swallowed his life. He would smile, and laugh, and come up with funny jokes about Russians to tell her to lighten the moods on some of her greyer, gloomier days. Tino was very good at lightening the mood. He wouldn't let the greyness swallow him up. The young Fin was blessed to have a little, white, poof ball friend with a little black nose and a little pink tongue to chase the grey away. Bloody Hanatamago was a precious little dog whose silly nature and playful antics kept Tino's heart from aging like Aunt Katyusha's.
One day the radio told of a horrible storm that was on its way, Tino peered listlessly out at the snow through the frosty window, his eyes sliding to the side as he noticed his aunt getting her coat on. "I really don't think you should go." He suggested to Katyusha. He knew her car wasn't very good, and he worried she might not make it to the factory, and then be stranded out in the snow in the beat up old thing. She sighed, struggling to get the last button of her coat to enclose over her ample bosoms. "I can't. I don't have any more days where I can call in left. If I don't go, I lose the job, and we can't afford wood for the fire or bread for the table. I'll be okay Nephew." As she tended to call him, "Try to stay indoors yourself. I hear the wind's going to be very bad, make sure you unlock the windows though, so if the wind gets very bad the force will blow them open, instead of blowing out the glass." She warned. They couldn't afford to replace the windows. Tino nodded half heartedly, barely listening after the point where she affirmed she was still going.
He waved goodbye to her from out the window, and flopped down on his small, hard bed with Bloody Hanatamago on his belly, thinking only for a second that he should unlock the windows, but before he could move a muscle to get up and do it, his eyelids had closed and he fell asleep. A few hours past like this, and the storm outside only got worse and worse. The frozen wind howled, rattled, banged against and savagely attacked the little house. Tino was finally roused from his sleep by a violent shaking. "OHYAAA!" He shrieked, in a very not-so-masculine way as he and Hanatamago tumbled from the grey sheets onto the floor, the little dog yapping in all directions. "I-Is the house coming down?" He gasped as there was another violent shake and it felt as if the house was pitched all to one side. The Fin managed to grab a hold of his little dog with one hand, and the corner of his bed with the other. From side to side the little house was pitched, the two small inhabitants in general panic, and frantically scrambling to hold onto anything stable as tables and chairs slid from side to side and plates and glasses from the cabinets fell and landed, shattering like porcelain grenades, one shattering on the back of Tino's head, knocking him down on his side and leaving him incredibly dizzy. Finally the sliding and pitching became less violent, stable enough where Tino could scramble on wobbly legs, still clutching his canine compatriot to his trembling heart, to look out a frost painted window. Rubbing his hand on it frantically he peered through the space his hand had made. The house was flying!
Once more a shriek of "OHYAAA!" escaped his lips. The wind blew, in such a way, that the little cabin had been ripped from its foundation and thrust into the arms of the wind, pushed higher and higher by the pressure. His face turned pale, it seemed they were going higher and higher, and Tino couldn't even see the ground anymore! "Stay close Hanatamago!" he gulped, clutching the dog as he remembered what his aunt had asked him to do before she left. Had he not been in utter shock he might not have gone to do what he was. He didn't want the windows to blow out in this wind storm. Progressively, he moved to all of the four windows in the little cabin, one by one, and unlocked them. No sooner had he unlocked the final one did they all start to violently rattle. Unsure of what this could be Tino gingerly stepped back and sat down on his bed, with his very scared dog, and stared at them with wide eyes. All at once the windows burst open and a wild, fierce wind ripped through the cabin, but this didn't fill Tino with as much dread as the fact that he suddenly had the sensation that the house must be falling! The force of the fall was lifting him up off the bed. He shrieked; the mental imagine of him and Hanatamago being dashed to pieces when they made contact with the ground filling his mind.
He didn't get to finish his mental goodbyes to the world when the cabin came to a very sudden halt and he was thrust rather forcefully into the fabric of his bed. Shaken. But still very much alive.