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Chapter 2

Of Lullabies, Lollipops and Large eyebrows?

Romano froze, his breath catching in his throat. His brown eyes widened in disbelief as he drank in the sight before him. It was possibly the most beautiful scene he had ever observed. The lush green grass shimmered and swayed in the light breeze. A field of golden flowers danced joyfully, inviting him to join their celebration. The sun beat down on him, creating a warm glow on the horizon. A bird twittered above, wings outstretched and floating gracefully in the pale blue sky. Romano blinked repeatedly, the sun streaming into his unadjusted eyes, and he sighed.

"We're definitely not in Kansas anymore" he said, receiving only silence from the smiling sun. Looking around, he cursed inwardly. "Great, what do I do now?" A small stone jutted out from the grassy hill, which seemed fairly out of place in the otherwise green environment. He stepped closer, aware that he shouldn't stray too far away from his house. The stone led to another, then to a pile, and then to a small path which had previously been concealed by the array of flowers. He began to follow the path, through the field of golden flowers, under a large overhanging tree and past a patch of roses which supported petite crimson buds. It curved around some densely placed trees and made its way into a clearing where it split into many sections. Romano, who had been staring intently at the path, lifted his eyes at the sudden complication.

The paths twisted around a small marble fountain, water springing from its spout. The clearing was sprinkled with small buildings; Romano guessed houses from the miniature doors, windows and chimneys. It was surprisingly tranquil; nothing suggesting the area was occupied except for small wisps smoke escaping from the chimneys. A muffled sound from behind him made him turn sharply, only to find himself facing a potted rose plant. He frowned, in confusion. Looking up, he started, noticing for the first time, a bright light in the distance. He squinted, hoping it was some form of help. The light became larger and brighter as it neared Romano and he raised a hand over his eyes, shielding them from the dazzling glow. He backed away, seeing that it was actually floating through the sky, and immediately his thoughts revisited all of the alien movies he had seen. The giant glowing orb halted a few meters away from him and suddenly vanished leaving a figure sprawled on floor awkwardly. Romano frowned inquisitively, remaining a cautious distance away. The figure slowly got to his feet and Romano noticed it was in fact a man with.....were they wings?

"Bloody hell! I really need to find a better way to travel." The man's large eyebrows were knotted in annoyance as he brushed the dirt from his white robe. His large wings extended gracefully, the soft, white feathers now tainted with dirt. He repositioned his askew halo and flicked the blonde hair out of his vivid green eyes. His eyes scanned over Romano's house mistrustfully before lingering on Romano's bewildered expression.

"Oh hello there," he said un-enthusiastically. "I'm the Britannia Angel but you can call me Arthur." He twirled his wand through his fingers absentmindedly for a second before turning and scowling at Romano. 'Whatever is the matter with you?'

Romano shook his head, closing his gaping mouth in the process. "W-what are you?" he asked, still suspicious of the man who had seemingly fallen out of the sky.

"I already told you. I'm the Britannia Angel. I protect the north of Oz.' He stopped seeing that Romano remained confused. "That's the name of this country" he added slowly. "Anyway," he continued, "I heard that you killed the Wicked Witch of the East and so I...."

"First things first," Romano cut him off rudely. "Why the fuck are you wearing a dress?"

Arthur's eyes widened in shock and his face flushed angrily causing Romano to smirk at the man's disgruntled expression.

"W-W-WHAT!' he spluttered angrily. "It's not a dress you git! It is obviously a toga." Arthur crossed his arms in annoyance. "Out of all the people who could have fallen out of the sky it just had to be some rude imbecile" he muttered, rolling his eyes. A small nervous giggle burst out from behind one of the potted plants. " Oh shut up." Arthur snapped at the roses, causing a wave of giggling to sound from the clearing.

"What is that?" Romano said spinning around in confusion, remembering the noise he had heard behind the roses before the angel man appeared.

Arthur's eyes snapped back to the Italian. "They are the munchkins. They live in munchkin land which is where your house happened to land and in the process killed the Wicked Witch of the East who was presiding over them." He scowled at Romano in obvious irritation. Inhaling deeply, he began to sing in a pure voice, quite fitting for an angel.

Come out, come out, wherever you are and meet the young man, who fell from a star.
He fell from the sky, he fell very far and Kansas, he says, is the name of the star.

Kansas, he says, is the name of the star, the munchkins echoed Arthur causing Romano to jump in surprise.

Romano watched in amazement as tiny people, about half the height of himself, slowly stood up from behind their various hiding places and walked tentatively towards him. The miniature houses suddenly started to make a lot more sense, although the whole situation still felt more like a dream than reality. Romano turned his attention away from the ever growing crowd gathering around him and back to the angel.

"Why are you singing?" he asked, eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

"It is the only way the munchkins will even begin to trust you." Arthur whispered back "Although I don't even know why I bother sometimes." He faced the munchkins again.

He brings you good news. Or haven't you heard?
When he fell out of Kansas
A miracle occurred

The munchkins stopped and looked at the pair eagerly, expecting more.

"Sing!" Arthur hissed, elbowing Romano in the ribs.

"W-what! No way you bastard!" he retorted stubbornly earning another sharp jab in his side. "U-um. It really was no miracle. What happened was just this" he began with a small embarrassed flush, feeling Arthur's eyes drilling holes in his back.

The wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then the Witch - to satisfy an itch went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch.

The munchkins who had all gathered around the two taller men were now smiling and seemed eager to join in. In unison they began to sing as well, a choir of high voices, causing Romano to stop and watch in a mix of confusion, surprise and annoyance.

And oh, what happened then was rich.
The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
Who began to twitch and was reduced to just a stitch of what was once the Wicked Witch.

Two pretty munchkin ladies stepped forward from the crowd and walked up to Romano, their faces alight with beaming smiles.

We thank you very sweetly, for doing it so neatly. The first one sang, curtseying gracefully.

The second one smiled up at him modestly. You've killed her so completely, that we thank you very sweetly.

They concluded their solo's and ran back, embarrassed, to rejoin their friends.

Arthur turned to the munchkins smiling widely, looking a fair bit happier, which Romano thought was quite a feat for someone whose eyebrows were so large."Let the joyous news be spread, The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!" he exclaimed to the crowd who responded with a unison of cheers and whistles.

Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She's gone where the goblins go,
Below - below - below. Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out.
Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!

Another munchkin, this time a man dressed in a prestigious looking outfit, stepped in front of Romano. "As Mayor of the Munchkin City, In the County of the Land of Oz, I welcome you most regally."

Another munchkin stepped forward. "But we've got to verify it legally, to see"

"To see?"

"If she"

"If she?"

"Is morally, ethically"

"Spiritually, physically"

"Positively, absolutely"

"Undeniably and reliably Dead"

Another munchkin came forward, causing Romano to sigh loudly and receive a sharp look from Arthur.

As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her.
And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.

"You know what, if a house landed on her, I'm pretty sure she's fucked." Romano muttered to himself incoherently.

The mayor stepped towards Romano again, causing the latter to glare at him. The mayor bit his lip but continued anyway. "Then this is a day of Independence for all the Munchkins and their descendants."

"If any." The coroner chimed in.

"I hope not." Romano muttered beneath his breath again, a little too loudly.

"Yes, let the joyous news be spread, the wicked Old Witch at last is dead!" The Mayor threw his arms into the air, ignoring Romano's snide comment.

Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wick-

"Just shut up already!" Romano shouted into the mass of singing, causing the song to cease and many pairs of eyes to focus on him. 'I get it you bastards. The witch is dead. Hooray." He cheered sarcastically. He winced as a sharp jolt of pain shot through his head and looked up to see Arthur and his wand looming over him. 'Fine...FINE!" Romano snapped begrudgingly, "Just hurry up and finish this shit."

A group of petite girls walked timidly up to him. They were standing gracefully on pointed ballet shoes, wearing pale pink tutus.

We represent the Lullaby League, The Lullaby League, The Lullaby League
And in the name of the Lullaby League,
We wish to welcome you to Munchkinland.

They tiptoed away as quickly as possible, avoiding Romano's gaze as another small group, this time of men, began to sing.

We represent the Lollypop Guild, The Lollypop Guild, The Lollypop Guild
And in the name of the Lollypop Guild,
We wish to welcome you to Muchkinland.

The munchkins were all smiling again as though they had forgotten Romano's outburst. If hell exists, then this must be it, Romano thought to himself.

We welcome you to Munchkinland, Tra la la la la la la
From now on you'll be history.
You'll be history, you'll be history, you'll be history.
And we will glorify your name.
You will be a bust, be a bust, be a bust
In the Hall of Fame!

Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

la la la la la la la la la la --- -BANG-

A/N: Sorry this was so late but I was busy performing in a musical this week. Guess which one? Yeah. It kind of inspired this story. Also, you might be wondering about the wierd choice of characters. I chose the characters based on their personalities more than them as countries. Hope you liked this chapter! As always, please review! =]