They were running as fast as their feet could carry them along the glistening bricks of the yellow brick road, heading in the direction of the city. Seychelles, EngCrow, Sealand, America and Canada were now together again, America keeping a firm grip on his brother's wrist since the wizard was causing him to want to wander off into the woods for no reason.
Suddenly there was a large explosion ahead of them, illuminating the sky a deep blood red causing the trees to twitch uncontrollably and become black shadows in the wake of the terrifying display. Seychelles stood mouth agape and eyes' wide, trying to process what was happening in front of her. America let out a horrified yelp and, releasing Canada, slammed into the back of EngCrow, shaking like an autumn leaf in the wind, fingers digging into the elder man's shoulder. EngCrow looked at the male and then back to the fading light, growling a little, a sudden protective feeling raised his arm a little.
Canada narrowed his eyes and walked forward until he was parallel with the island girl "You do know who is responsible for that right?"
Seychelles jumped a little at the sudden serious tone in the Canadian's voice and turned to him, her lip quivering and a few noises escaping her throat, praying in her mind she was wrong because she could not stand to see what she believed was about to appear.
All eyes snapped forward as footsteps were heard hurrying towards them, clipping away on the stone in great haste. Suddenly from the tree emerged the exhausted blond male, he looked slightly burnt on his face, his clothes tattered and stained in mud and dirt, hair uneven and slightly on fire, his left hand was clamped onto his shoulder to halt a blood flow whilst the shiny axe was clutched in his right hand. He panted and didn't stop until he came close to the group, his eyes held fear and annoyance.
"Why are you standing zere!" he shouted "He's a fucking mad man!" his voice was hoarse and a strange laugh filled the air above. It was strange and musical, but held a dark sharpness to it that caused the blood to run cold and a shiver to involuntarily run down the spine.
"Aww now come now man of tin, surely that can't hurt you? We are just having a little fun~"
Up above them the familiar brunette was perched on what seemed to be a battle axe, leaning forward on his arm, the other clutching the metal of the axe, the Spaniard peered down at the group, sharp green eyes small with a look of knowing and his mouth twitched in a smirk. He seemed to be plotting the fate of every single one of them.
"Damn you witch! Leave this land! You have no place here!" Canada yelled. Spain smiled and threw back his head, laughing coldly. Seychelles suddenly wanted to disappear and, feeling warmth against the back of her legs, looked down to see Sealand cowering behind her, she swallowed hard. The Spaniard then spat toward the man below.
"I have more of a right to be here then you do, wizard" venom dripping into every word, the Canadian paled and bit his lip. Suddenly his attention went to the others in the group.
"What a motley crew you are…" he seemed to muse. EngCrow snapped and rushed forward
"Who are calling motley git!" he yelled fist shaking to the ceiling.
"Hello scarecrow…" he raised a hand and curled it into a fist and brought to his face "You would do well to hold your tongue…but I have a present for you" Laying the hand flat with palm up, he blew across it. Flames leaped from the hand and engulfed the Brit where he stood. Seychelles couldn't help but scream as the fire disappeared, EngCrow panicked; his hair still ablaze, but was soon hitting the floor as America flung him there, performing a drop and roll technique until the fire was gone. Nothing but panic and that sharp laugh flavoured the air.
"Stop this Spain, this isn't you!" the girl cried, trying desperately to stop anyone from getting hurt. Spain's face drooped into a look of indifference, he began to drift close to the ground until he could stand, bringing the axe to rest head down to the ground. He reached forward and cupped the girl's chin and she shivered, his once warm olive skin was ice cold.
"You're the one…that Dorothy girl…" he seemed to stare into Sey's soul and it scared her "I think we should get to know one another~"
"Get away from her!" EngCrow screamed and tried to move, but his burns restricted his movement. Spain laughed and, roughly grabbing Seychelles by her hand, dragged her into his body despite her protests.
"Amerique! Do something, you coward!" France yelled falling to his knees, the weight of exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. America jumped up and looked over at the struggling girl in the man's arms. The Spaniard looked at the American and smiled.
"BOO!"
The Blonde shrieked and bolted up a nearby tree. The tanned male doubled over in laughter, holding the island girl close.
"Let her go desu-yo!" Sealand bit his foot, sinking in his teeth.
"Let go, you mutt!" Spain growled, kicking the Westie away and, dragging the axe to position, hoisted himself and Seychelles into the air "Maybe next time" he laughed and disappeared in a cloud of deep red smoke.
~OZ scene change~
The group had been trudging along in near silence after the loss of the girl who kept them together. America was carrying the groaning Englishman, Sealand was held by Canada who continued to mumble under his breath and France went ahead, pressing forward despite his injuries.
"Hurry up, you are pathetic!" the Frenchman called "We need to go kill this witch so we can get home!" he growled.
"Dude, since when did you care? Last time I checked you have no heart."
"You have no heart?" Canada asked, looking up, blinking in surprise. France continued to ignore them as they continued along the road.
"Dude?" America asked again, stuttering a little.
"You want to know why!" he snapped, turning on his heel and staring daggers at the male who under the gaze lost his voice. "Call it duty, call it fucking instinct, you lousy American twit, but that was MY little girl and even if he is my best friend I will skin him alive!"
"O-ok….g-got it" America whimpered, returning his gaze to his feet and moving on.
Suddenly on the top of a hill surrounded by small clusters of flowers, sat a brunette male with his back to them. France blinked a few times, looking at the man's back then groaned
"Oh goody…another one to add to our party" he walked over and delivered a sharp kick to the male's back, causing him to jerk forward and spin around on his knees.
"What was that for?"
Both of the North American Brothers looked up recognising the voice, although Canada seemed to try and move away.
"Italy?"
The brunette looked up at the mention of his name, the hazel eyes flashed a little in recognition as his eyes narrowed and homed in on the Canadian.
"YOU!" he yelled jumping to his feet voice last in hatred "You wizard, don't you think I don't know who you are!" he stormed over and leant right into Canada's face. America and France looked at each other, not completely following the situation. Canada laughed nervously, gripping Sealand to his chest.
"W-well, you see…"
"You see? YOU SEE!" The Italian screamed "you came to me begging me to take that brat from you and make sure no one found her! And I did! And what did you do?" He slapped Canada "Left me to the mercy of four goody two shoes witches…" he hissed.
The others stood there dumbstruck; it was obvious that North Italy had suffered the same fate as the rest of them and whoever he thought he was, they were no friend to the wizard.
"Excuse me!" France grabbed the fuming Italian's arm and dragged him away "I am going to ask you once, did you see the Spaniard fly this way or not…"
Italy stared hard and cold at the Frenchman "Why the hell would you want to know that? That is the wicked witch of the west after all…"
There was a long pause of silence.
"He took something that belonged to me and I am taking it back" France snarled. Italy just stared at him for a few seconds then slowly a smug smile appeared on his face
"Alright I will tell you…" he began "but I want something in return"
"And what's that?" America asked, not liking where this was going. Italy looked over to him and laughed.
"Nothing much…but I want my magic back…"
"Well we can't do that we are not magicians…" France rolled his eyes and then blinked as the Italian burst into laughter
"Oh I know that you stupid donkeys, I mean I want you to take me with you and you will help me track down the bitch Glinda, and I will force her to give me back my power; if you don't…I will never tell you where to find the witch."
"Then screw you…" The Frenchman roughly pushed Italy aside and stormed off. America blinked as North Italy smiled and cheerfully called after France.
"You're going the wrong way~" he laughed and France turned, growling. He hated every minute he had to spend here.
~OZ scene change~
Seychelles groaned and pushed herself to sit; she looked around and blinked, trying to figure out where she was. The room was like a stone cavern with a large ball in the centre of the room, set down from the edge forming a step. She looked over to where the ball was and noticed that the Spaniard was stood there with his back to her, she tried to stand and yelled out in pain, falling back to sit, tears in her eyes she cast them down to her left leg, it was covered in blood and pain shot through it.
"Oh I wouldn't move if I were you" she looked up as Spain spoke to her; slowly he turned to face her, a sadistic smile on his face "I didn't want you escaping now, Dorothy…"
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Since it is a lesser known character, I will tell you here, Italy is Mombi, a witch who enchanted Princess Ozma so she couldn't rule, therefore removing the Royal Family and allowing the witches and wizard to take over Oz. She was later betrayed by the wizard and had her powers stripped by Glinda, the Good Witch of the South.
