Hellos! Back to me doing my own stories! Anyway, this fanfic will be based off the play, not the book, although I love both. Plus, I hope you enjoy. I don't own Wicked or Hetalia.

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"Yes! The witch is dead! Hoorah!" Loud cheers filled the streets, as creatures and animals of all kinds came lout to celebrate. There was loud laughs filling the air, As Amelia saw from above, her magic allowing her bubble to float a few feet above the revlers heads. A sad smile filled her face, and she couldn't help but realise her chest hurt seeing people celebrate.

"Look! It's Amelia!" Someone cheered from below, and as the heads turned to her she realised she'd better come down, and soon. It felt akward to have all the eyes on her so high up. So, lowering the bubble into a cleared area in the crowd, she gazed at all the expectant faces. Suddenly a little boy ran over, pulling on her skirts. He looked like the late Dr. Kirkland, but his eyes were different.

"Miss? Is it true she's dead?" His wide blue eyes portrayed the fear and innocence of a child. She bit her lip for a second, remembering all that happened. She could still hear her best friends dying screams in her ears.

"Well, rumors have been flying, and facts can be distorted, but at the 13th chime of the Dragon Clock, she breathed her last." 'Well, screamed' Thought Amelia. It was still hurting her to remember and re-tell the facts.
"Amelia! What does that mean!" Shouted one of the older women, impaitent with the odd answer. She sighed, and sucked in a deep breath. In a sugary-sweet voice she exclaimed, "Ladies and Gentelmen of Oz, I am sincerely happy to announce that she is dead!" Raising her voice so the fringes of the crowd could hear it, the square erupted into cheers. "She died alone! Yes!" Amelia swallowed the thick lump in her throat. Her best friend and her crush were gone. She didn't know what happened to Antino, but...

"Amelia! Are people born wicked!" A curious farmer asked, scraggly and weather-beaten. Amelia blinked her eyes, and shook her head.

"That is a very good point. Are people born evil, or is wickedness thrust upon them!" 'Or did they become the scapegoat of an evil plot, set up by the Wizard himself?' She cleared her throat, and looked out at the now quiet, expectant crowd.

"Are people born evil, Such as the Wicked Wtich whoes death we're celebrarting. Let us delve deeper, as she did have both a father, and a mother, as many of us do."

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"Are you shure you'll be okay my sweet? I'll be gone for a while." Said Julius, looking at his lovely wife Greecia. She merely smiled at her husband as he pecked her on the cheek. "Don't worry Honey, it's only a few days! I love you!" The moment the door shut, she wiped her face disgustedly.

"Ugh, I don't know why I was forced to like him." Just then there was a knock on the door, and she opened it into the arms of her newest lover, a very tall man, with violet eyes and a bulky build. He pulled out a green bottle of an odd, delicious fluid, and they had some of their fun. Little did they know the consequences of their actions.

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Hope you all enjoy! Please reveiw, and don't worry, Lovina will come in the next chapter.