Looks like I finally updated. Sorry I only just found out I will defo be on the Games Design Course next year so I have been focussing alot on my uni work. Anyway here it is I hope its ok I should be updating more stories soon so sorry for the wait

"Hey Norway what you doing in here?" the blond nation asked leaning into the room "this is where all the sick people are…you wanna catch it and end up in that weird place too?"

"Shut up Denmark…" he muttered as he stared down at the face of the browed man "how did you not see this coming…" he growled "this disease is fuelled by dark magic… but it's something I can't touch"

"What are you talking about Nor?" Denmark asked walking in and staring at the increasing number of bodies

"This thing knows who to take and in what order…unless they figure out a way from the curse…we are all going to end up like this"

"I see…" he went silent "so nothing left to do but wait?"

"Unfortunately"

"So…wanna get lunch?"

~Oz scene change~

The wolf lay low in the dry grasses watching over the odd little group as they drew closer to the castle. Unaware of their spy they continued to get along in a way. France sat in the darkest corner away from the fire that had been created by the others as they huddled around it confused as to the next step to take. EngCrow, America and Canada were huddled at one end. Italy had fallen asleep on the floor, his brother was sat next to him, and wand across his lap was stroking his brother's hair, even though they were technically enemies here they were still brothers.

"So what do we do now?" The Brit asked "What do we do when we face the witch"

Romano looked up from the boy sleeping and blinked before placing a hand to his chin and thinking deeply.

"Well getting in is the problem…" he smiled as if this whole thing was nothing more than a walk in the park

"Dude aren't you a witch? Can't you just teleport us in?" America asked boldly but flinched as the southern Italian scowled at him

"Now excuse me young man I may be a witch but there are some things only the gods who were nice enough to give me these powers have kept to themselves and that is teleportation" he sighed and pouted folding his arms "takes all the sport out of sneaking in"

"Really?" Canada asked "and it's not because you're sore about not being able to do that?"

Romano gave the man a sharp look, the closest he had looked to himself since they had met "I am not sore! I am grateful for all the wonderful things in life including the magic I can use" He smiled happily once more as if the bitterness had evaporated "after all can't go through life depressed and angry, there is no time! Can you imagine being that angry all the time?"

The other watched as he laughed at the ridiculous thought, it seemed too innocent for the mafia related country and at the same time adorable. France and America exchanged looks then back to the laughing boy.

"So basically we have to sneak in" EngCrow muttered looking down at the entrance of the gloomy castle were the changing of the guards was near its end "That happens every hour"

"What the hell are you blabbering about now Rosbif" the Frenchman turned hearing the comment by the English man. The two men stared at each other for a while EngCrow finding the approach of the other threatening and something in his instinct was screaming for him to challenge the others stance.

"The guards change every hour… we can sneak in there you bloody twit"

"Oh so you do have some brains after all" France smirked and looked away "and I was worried" the comment was oozing with sarcasm. Canada jumped up and ran between the two looking excited.

"So we attack in an hour right?" he was smiling like an idiot. America on the other decided to become as small as possible.

"But what if we get caught?" he protested whining.

"Simple" the voice made them jump as the boy they thought was asleep sat up smiling darkly "that's the fun of it"

~Oz scene change~

Seychelles once more attempted against her binds as the Spaniard smiled watching his so called enemy through the large crystal ball in the room.

"Looks like your friends are coming for a visit" he sniggered "this will be a fun day"

The girl shivered at the look she was receiving as Antonio left the room to get ready to be a good host. Once more she began to struggle ignoring all the pain in her leg as her only thoughts were to escape and help her friends.

"What's wrong Dorothy?"

She froze that sickly sweet voice marinated in nothing but ice cold confidence. The Author stepped forward and before she could speak he had written something down and the vines that bound her withered around her dying and becoming brittle

"Is that better?" he asked placing the book under his arm and stared at her expectantly who sat confused and suspicious

"Why are you doing this? Isn't this messing with your plaything?" she asked pulling her legs up slowly up to her chest as best she could trying to protect herself from the other.

"Not at all" he smiled "It's just whilst your all tied up I can't prepare you"

"Prepare me?" she asked unsure trying to shrink into the chair as best she could as the man advance on her.

"yes, it's time to prepare you to become the next author, you must be prepared and take on the missing pieces of the characters here that way you can control them and always know they will be for you"

"And you think I will let you do that?" she snapped at him and screamed a little as he smashed his hand into the back of the chair face inches from hers

"You just have to be emptied first my dear" he laughed "the we fill you up with the emotions of others" he stood back up and took the quill he leant forward and pushed the tip against her forehead. Eyes shot wide and her body tensed, her mouth opened and a blood chilling scream echoed out of the castle.

~Oz scene change~

America leapt onto EngCrow as they marched side by side along the riverbank

"straighten up right now you bloody idiot" the eyebrowed male pushed the boy off him and stood him up "we did not go through all the bloody trouble to attack kidnap and strip a whole fucking platoon of guards so you can blow our cover now"

"yeah how did we even manage to do that in the first place?" Romano asked in a daydream but he was returned with silence.

"don't question just keep that fucking dog hidden and quiet" France yelled back as Romano held Sealand close to his body.

Slowly they marched around the back of the group and followed as the soldiers made their way inside and down below. The group stood around in the entrance wondering where to go. Suddenly another screamed filled their ears.

"was that Seychelles?" Italy asked looking up and then smirking "sounds painful"

"If I find out you are enjoying that I will separate your head from your shoulders" France growled. The two began to bicker back and forth in hushed tones as the others looked around for a way up hoping to find something that looked anything like a stairway. Everything seemed to quiet down around them with nothing but fire flickering in their torches.

"Look out!" Romano yelled jumping forward armour thrown from his body and held out his wound as his barrier repelled a rain of fire. "Elphaba show yourself!"

Suddenly a stairway came out the wall looping around the outer wall all the way up the castle itself. Spain was sat on the lowest staircase he clapped and smiled staring at Romano

"well done dear Glinda are you really willing to fight me?" he asked standing up and taking a whole of his axe laying next to him. Romano scowled and held out his wand, it grew in length until it was a large staff with crystal on top.

"you guys have to climb the tower and save Dorothy I'll keep this one entertained" Spain laughed and leapt forward bringing down the axe with earth shattering results The floor below cracked and creaked as Romano brought up his staff and the two weapons smashed together a ripple of magic pulsated and push back them all however the two witches stood firm.

The rest of the group were pinned to the wall

"are you sure you don't need help?" EngCrow called back as they battle against the waves of magic to climb the stone steps. Romano looked up and smiled.

"no matter what happens I will be fine just worry about yourselves" he assured them.

"You better be I still want my magic back!" Italy cried pointing an accusing finger. Beneath the two in battle the ripples of energy destroyed the floor and both witches disappeared into the darkness below. America cried out but Canada got a good grasp upon his hand and they continued to climb upwards until they reached the end. They had no way of knowing if either nation below survived the drop.

In the room before them they could see a man drawing or writing with a silvery ribbon like substance. When they came closer Seychelles was seated on a large stone throne surrounded by dead vegetation. She seemed to be sleeping but her face spelled a lot of pain the silvery ribbon seemed to be born from her forehead and the more it was pulled from her body the more pale she seemed to become.

"Hey back away from my little girl" France snarled and the man turned to him strange unforgettable eyes bore at him

"ah it seems the heroes have turned up early" but he seemed unfazed "you are interrupting my preparation of the new Author"

They all looked confused America and England were crowded around Seychelles as the ribbon cut off and the text hung in the air as if propelled by air currents.

"so are you another witch?" Italy spat the small westie at his feet barking wildly at the man.

"I am and I am not" he admitted "I am the writer of this story and I control all those written in it"

"a-are you the reason" America swallowed "Sp-Spain is acting so scary?"

The man smiled and nodded "my greatest work so far, and once I have prepared the next author from this girl you will restart your story and live here in your blissful lives just as I have and those before me"

"you better tell us how to get home!" Canada yelled as the man raised an eyebrow

"there is only one way to get home and I am afraid I have hidden them so you can't leave" he smiled

"How bout we beat the information we need out of you" France snapped swinging the axe and preparing to fight. Drawing a hand gun from his belt which he had had for who knows how long Italy walked to France's side and smiled taking aim.

"Count me in on that idea"

The man watched as they all took up some form of attack stance and chuckled. Fine if they wanted to fight him then let them try. Lifting the quill the shadows leapt to life and attacked. The Frenchman and the Italian rolled out the way and place their sights on the Author running at him whilst the others were more preoccupied with the shadows. Both came close and took aim whilst the man smiled and raised his hands.

~Oz scene change~

As the two witches fell through the darkness they continued to clash their weapons over and over only using their magic to propel themselves towards the other knowing they needed to save it until they needed to save their lives. In short it was like a game of chicken of which both were experts of.

As the ground rushed towards them faster and faster, the two knew they had to move faster. Spain jumped on his axe channelling magic into it so it would hover slowing his decent. Romano raised his hands and a bubble encased him slowing him down as he fell. Once they hit the floor Romano was first away only having the wait for the bubble to burst he charge throwing simple magic at the other to try and over balance him. Spain's axe which had embedded in the floor meant he was slower and was hit by several of the magic attacks but he yanked the weapon from the ground and swung it around hitting Romano and sending him through the wall of the prison in the dungeon. He groaned and sat up.

"Excuse me" he jumped and looked up at the Russian who smiled "could you please be so kind as to remove a chain on my ankle?"

Romano looked down at the chain around his foot and then up to Spain who was charging again eyes ablaze with that of the conquistador right at them. The Italian pushed himself up and jammed the crystal into the chain on the floor and using the wall kicked off and around the staff, feet colliding with the Spaniard's chest who overbalanced and went down whilst Romano kept going pulled the staff free from the floor and breaking the chains on the fairy who got up and straightened his wings.

"Thank you my dear that is so much better"

Romano blinked and bowed his head "great Queen Lurline there is a girl who was captured and I fear that my companions are in danger"

"yes I know" he nodded " let us head to the top floor they could need our help"

Hearing the groans of Spain on the floor Russia took off flapping his wings hard. Romano meanwhile could only turn his body to bubbles knowing it would get him there faster. Spain saw the bubbles leaving his sight and curse calling his axe and giving chase to the two.

~Oz scene change~

The Author laughed as once again the Italian and the Frenchman tumbled back only to get up and prepare to attack once more.

"my my aren't you persistant" he smirked and clicked his fingers, Italy lost control of his hand and nearly shot EngCrow. He growled

"leave my fucking limbs alone and fight me like a man" he cursed as France slammed his axe down over the Author who was caught unaware.

A large crack of lighting out in the hall brought their attention as a long coated fairy burst in and landed. America dived behind the large chair

"R-Russia what are you doing here?" he yelled and Russia laughed

"I came because Glinda asked me to help, but I am afraid the fight all the way up here exhausted me"

Canada looked over "where is Romano?"

Behind the two as magic continued to explode within the stone a worryingly less amount of bubbles then when it started floated in. Spain appeared closely behind and sent a bolt of lightning that caused three more bubbles to burst. The bubbles collapsed together to form a badly injured Romano before the chair Seychelles sat in. The white he wore was slowly dying a red; he panted and sat against the stone looking up at Spain.

Italy and France were also thrown back to the group as they became cornered around Seychelles who remained unconscious

"And then the Wicked Witch struck a final blow before dragging the near dead bodies to the dungeon and locking them there" the author read aloud as he wrote down in the book "leaving Dorothy here of course"

Spain seemed to drift off a second before smirking and raising his axe and stepping towards the group, shadows trapping them at all sides. They were stuck and out of options.

Raising the weapon above his head he prepared to strike the blow.

"Spag-ne…"

Spain froze and went wide eyed, hands shaking on the axe as he looked down to see the scared and confused face of his henchman below him. A flicker of familiarity flashed in his eyes trying to piece together where he was and why the other was in the state he was. But soon it was gone.

Suddenly a light filled the room and two voices called out.

"mein gott it worked…"

"Ja and just in time too…"

A second flash and the whole group was gone leaving the Author and Spain in the room. The man growled and looked to the ribbon in the air before commanding it into the book "come Elphaba" he commanded the Spaniard who looked at him "it's time you took them down at the place they seek to go"

Spain nodded and going to the window called upon all his creatures before mounting his axe and flying off

"it's time we visited the Emerald city" the man smirked as Spain left "one last time"

So in case you don't understand what happened to Sey here is the rundown. She is being prepared to recieve the assets the others lost in order to become their characters, so like a great big storage tank. It helps her control people when she becomes th Author...if she does of course.

Also two more characters appeared yay