Hello, again. Here's chapter two!

Part Two: Somewhere Over the Rainbow…

Finland blinked. "Um… actually, I've never been to Kansas…"

The pink-clad stranger tilted his head. "You know, neither have I..." He took a step closer to Finland. "So, are you, like, a good witch, or a bad witch?"

Finland looked from side to side. "Who, me?" When it was apparent that the sparkly character was talking about him, Finland replied, "Why, I'm not a witch at all." 'That's odd,' he thought. 'Why would he think that I'm a witch?'

"Well, like, is thatthe witch?" he pointed to Hanatamago with the tip of his wand.

"Oh, no. Hanatamago is my dog." Finland narrowed his eyes. "Um, you look strangely familiar… Who are you?"

"I'm Feliks, the Good Witch of the North."

"Ah, sorry. I thought you were someone else." The Finn forced out a chuckle.

"Well, if you're totally not a witch, then who, like, dropped that house on Natalia, the Wicked Witch of the East?"

"Eh?" Finland turned around to look back at his house. "Oh my goodness! Did my house just land on that poor woman!"

"Yup."

"Well, aren't we going to help her!"

"She's so totally dead now. And, as they say, no one mourns the wicked…"

Finland stared at Feliks in disbelief. "Oh great," he said to himself. "I've landed in Crazyland...!"

The glittery pink gentleman put his hands on his hips. "Like, this is so not Crazyland." He stepped aside so that Finland could see the extent of the little, colorful houses. "This is Micronationland~!"

Finland confusedly stared at Feliks for a moment. "Huh..? But then where are the Micronations?" At that moment, the Finn heard a whimsical chorus of giggles coming from all around him, though he could not pinpoint exactly where.

Feliks grinned. "Like, come out, come out, wherever you are~!" he sang in a cheery tone. "And meet the young man who fell from a star!" Slowly but surely, tiny faces peeked out of windows and gardens and from behind various places. The Micronations gathered around Finland and Feliks in the town square.

'Oh my... They're all so tiny...' Finland mentally noted. And they were; the Micronations all looked like children, no older than eleven or twelve, perhaps.

A girl whose brown hair was pulled back with a red flower-adorned hair-tie stepped forward from the growing crowd. "Is she really dead?" she asked, arching her impressively-thick eyebrows. She was swiftly answered by a cry from the crowd to call forth the official Coroner of Micronationland. On cue, a single boy dressed in blue and white robes inched out of the mass. Finland stared intently at his slightly-mussed blond hair, his sky-blue eyes, and those unmistakably bushy eyebrows. 'That's funny,' thought the Finn. 'That boy looks a lot like Sealand...' The Micronation made apparent the paper document which he held in his hands. The crowd hushed, albeit a few worried whispers that laced though their midst, and focused their attention on the Coroner.

He impressively opened his documentation for all to see. "... Well, she's dead, alright."

Finland's face blanched even further as he fidgeted uncomfortably. "I.. I didn't meanto kill her... It was just an acciden-"

"Like, let the joyous new be spread!" Feliks outburst to the crowd of Micronations. "The Wicked ol' Witch is totally dead!" At this proclamation, the Micronations burst into a cheerful uproar. At last, they were free from the tyrannical Witch of the East! The tiny people danced and sang and praised Finland for his heroic deed.

"B-but I... I didn't-" Finland gave up trying to reason with these people. In their eyes, he was a hero, and there was nothing he could do to change that. Heck, he even heard chatter of putting his name in the Micronationland Hall of Fame!

Suddenly, in the middle of the Micronations' celebration, a thunderous cry came from the center of the village. A cloud of thick red smoke materialized, and out from which a tall man in black stepped into the crowd. The tiny nations backed away in horror, and Finland found Feliks standing protectively at his side. Once the remainder of the smoke cleared, Finland gasped as he saw the face of this stranger.

"R...Russia...?" he mumbled quietly.

The Russia-look-alike spoke, a wide grin spread on his face. "Who killed my sister?" He glared maniacally at the cowering Micronations. His eyes settled upon the obvious newcomer. "Was it you?" He pointed to Finland with a long faucet pipe.

As he took a step closer, Feliks quickly advanced to stand in front of the confused Finn. "Like, leave him alone, Ivan!"

"You stay out of this." Ivan huffed. He centered his violet-eyed gaze on Finland. "So it was you, was it?" He put his faucet pipe back down at his side. "You killed her, didn't you?"

"No- No!" Finland stammered. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to kill anybody! Really I didn't...!"

"An accident, Да?" He inched his face forward. "Well, my little pretty, I can cause accidents, too."

'His little pretty...?' Finland stepped back a bit.

"But Ivan," interjected Feliks. "Aren't you, like, totally forgetting something?"

A look of sudden realization crossed Ivan's features. "The boots!" He turned back to the house which had fallen upon his sister. All that was left of Natalia was her two feet which stuck out from beneath Sweden and Finland's front porch. But, alas, her feet were bootless. "The ruby stiletto boots! They're gone!" He turned back around to face Finland and Feliks, but his mouth dropped open in surprise.

Finland followed the path of Ivan's gaze, which rested on his own two feet. He furrowed his brow and mumbled,"Oh you've got to be kidding me..."

But there they were on Finland's feet.

The ruby-red stiletto boots in all their sleek, sexy, feminine glory.

Ivan gasped. "Give them back! You wouldn't understand the extent of their great power!"

"Keep tight inside them," Feliks told Finland. "Their magic must be totally powerful! Or else why would Ivan, like, want them so badly?"

Finland wiggled his toes inside the shiny footwear. 'Well, they do make me feel pretty... Wait! No! I'm a man, damn it!'

"Stay out of this, Feliks," Ivan warned. "Those stilettos are rightfully mine."

Feliks scoffed. "Like, you wouldn't look good in them, anyways. They're sonot your color. And you'd better be totally gone before someone, like, drops a house on you, as well."

Ivan frowned, irritated. "Very well..." He then looked directly at Finland. "I'll pay you back for what you've done to my sister. I'll never forget." And with that, he vanished almost as quickly as he'd come, disappearing into a now-familiar cloud of red smoke.

After a short silence, Feliks spoke aloud to the cowering Micronations. "It's alright. You can, like, get up. He's gone." Slowly but surely, the tiny people made their way back into the town square where Finland and the Witch of the North were standing.

Finland let out the breath that he'd been holding in.

"You totally made an enemy out of Ivan, the Wicked Witch of the West. You need to, like, go home. Like right now."

Finland sighed. "Well, I'd give anything to go home right now. It's just that I don't know how. And it's not like I can just travel via flying house again..."

"Hmm... You do have a valid point..." Feliks twirled a lock of blond hair, deep in thought. "Well, the only person who might know how to, like, send you home would be the great and wonderful Wizard himself!"

"The Wizard?" Finland cocked his head. "Is he good, or is he wicked?"

"Very good, but, like, very mysterious, too," Feliks stopped twirling his hair and looked off into the distance. "He lives in the Emerald City, which is totally far from here."

"Ah... So can I borrow a car or something?"

"A car?" Feliks raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You're just going to have to walk there."

"What! In theseheels!" Finland motioned to the bright red shoes on his feet.

"Don't sweat it. It's not so bad. Just don't, like, take those ruby stilettos off, or you'll be at the mercy of the Wicked Witch of the West."

Finland let out a small whimper. Hanatamago comforted him by nuzzling her head against the aforementioned footwear. "Alright," he said as he gave Feliks a tired smile. "How do I get to the Emerald City?"

"All you have to do is, like, follow the yellow brick road." He pointed to the brightly-colored bricks beneath his feet.

"But what happens if I-"

"Just follow the yellow brick road," Feliks said as he began to float away in his trademark bubble. In an instant, he was gone.

"... People come and go so quickly, here." Finland remarked once the bubble was long out of sight. He picked up Hanatamago and focused his attention on the road in front of him. "Follow the yellow brick road, huh?" He took a few steps, flinching a bit when he looked down at the thin, twelve-centimeter heels that clicked awkwardly on the yellow bricks. He sighed.

Suddenly, the Finn noticed a small person standing off to the side. He was the Micronationland Coroner who looked like Sealand. "It'll be alright," said the boy. "Just follow the yellow brick road."

Finland smiled at him and thought of his energetic boy at home. 'Soon,' he thought. 'I'll be home, soon.'

He bid farewell to the fair folk of Micronationland and began his journey down the road of yellow bricks.

To be continued...

Because college sucks up all of my spare time like a tick, I have no idea when I'll write chapter 3. Just be patient, my little hamster children. Mama Magnolia Teacup will not forget about you...