If you did not read the original story, Witch!, please do so now before reading this, as this is the sequel. Thank you.

Alfred took a deep breath, taking in the sea air. He leaned against the railing of the ship and watched as the sun went down. It had been nearly 2 months and he still wasn't tired of watching it. He sighed deeply, gazing over the ocean.

"One more day," a voice said behind Alfred and he looked over his shoulder. It was Arthur.

"Yeah," Alfred sighed and turned his head back to the sea. And then with fake enthusiasm, "New World here we come…"

"The sun is pretty," Arthur tried, mimicking Alfred's position right next to him.

"Back in my town, I never got to see it like this," Alfred said dreamily. "I only got to see it go over the tree tops and then it left. That was the most of a horizon I got. It's so interesting to see it drop over the side of the ocean."

"Mathew seems to be fascinated by it to," Arthur chuckled lightly. "You two really are very similar."

"Don't tell him that," Alfred smiled. "He always hated it when people confused us. He may have said he was older, but we still looked exactly alike."

Alfred looked over to his left, the direction the boat was going, and away from Arthur. He found it interesting to watch a small speck in the distance turn into a blob and now it looked so vast, it looked like it would stretch out for miles and miles in every direction.

There was a long silence as Alfred stared off in the distance. But, Arthur broke it, his voice delicate. "What are you always thinking about when you come up here? You come up here every day alone and you always seem to be daydreaming when you look out to the sunset. What are you thinking about."

Alfred sighed. He really didn't want to talk about this. "You know."

"Do you want to talk to somebody about it?" Arthur asked him and Alfred looked down to the water below the railing.

"No."

"This isn't something you should be ignoring," Arthur said.

"I know that," Alfred snapped and finally looked up at Arthur. His forest green eyes were looking right at him. They were clouded with worry. "I'll talk about it when I'm ready, okay?"

"I just don't want you to keep this bottled up," Arthur said. "It's not healthy."

Alfred grinned at him. He knew a way to get out of this. He lightly held on to Arthur's chin, tilting it up towards him and kissed him softly.

"I'm fine," Alfred smiled as they separated.

"If you say so," Arthur sighed. Alfred hadn't let go, so they were standing like that. Hardly anyone was on deck, though. "We should probably head to bed soon. Big day tomorrow and all that…"

"Sure thing," Alfred continued smiling and looking into Arthur's eyes. All he wanted to do was hug onto him tightly and bawl out all of his problems, but he couldn't do that right now. Something was just holding him back and he couldn't figure out what it was. Alfred began to felt tears in his eyes and that was when he let go and started walking below decks, where everyone else was.

He heard Arthur sigh heavily, grumbling, "Alfred…"

Alfred and Mathew rushed to the side of the ship the next morning, gripping onto the railing tightly as they looked over the sea to Massachusetts, which was so close! It looked beautiful! They hadn't seen real land in what felt like forever. From where they stood, they could see a vast town.

"It's beautiful, yeah?" a sailor asked them.

"First land in 2 months!" Mathew said excitedly.

"So where's Salem?" Alfred asked him.

"That's her right there!" the sailor said proudly

"I heard from that ship we passed a week ago that something has happened in Salem," another sailor came up to them. "There were some children dancing in the forest with that Barbados slave, I heard. Supposedly it was witchcraft."

"What?" Arthur became interested now. "What's been going on?"

"I didn't hear much from the ship," the sailor rubbed the back of his head. "All I heard is that there was a girl who wouldn't wake up."

"What's so special about dancing?" Alfred asked.

"They must be Puritan," Arthur muttered as the sailors walked away. "They expect their women to stay inside all day and read the bible. And do nothing else than please their husband in every single way."

"You sound like you hate them," Mathew giggled.

"Their ideals on witches are rather far-fetched," Arthur grumbled. "They believe that a witch is someone who makes a pact with Satan. Writes their name in his book with their own blood… It just irritates me that they think witches are some kind of evil creature."

"Ah, I'm sure we'll be fine," Alfred said cheerfully. "You act nothing like someone like that. So you'll be fine!"

"I'm not so sure," Arthur sighed. "And then there's the Three Musketeers…"

"Yeah, why did we have to bring them along with us?" Alfred groaned.

"Believe it or not," Arthur said, looking over at the three, who looked to be flirting with girl passengers on the ship, "they are actually quite helpful when they want to be. They're good with things like hunting. Which might be necessary."

"Think Gilbert's gonna be aimed at first thing once we get there?" Alfred asked.

"Definitely," Mathew smiled.

"He's got the eyes of the devil!" Alfred mocked, laughing heavily.

"Do not!" Alfred felt the back of his head get hit hard as he heard Gilbert's voice. "They're just too awesome for you to understand!"

"Yes, that's it," Arthur grinned

"What are you guys talking about, anyway?" Antonio asked.

"Salem," Alfred shrugged. "It's got some issues, but it's not too much of a problem."

"Right," Gilbert sighed, obviously still irritated with him.

"So, what time will we be docking?" Francis asked.

"I dunno," Alfred shrugged. "But I don't think it'll be easy to find a place to stay…all considering…"

"We could always stay in the forest," Arthur shrugged.

"Yeah…" Alfred rubbed the back of his head uncertainly. "Haven't really been out in the forest and slept in it more than twice. And one time I was tied to a tree…"

"It's not that hard!" Gilbert said happily.

"All you need to do is maintain a fire," Mathew added helpfully.

"Fine then," Alfred nodded.

"Next problem is food," Antonio said.

"Not a problem," Arthur said. "I can cook."

"Like hell you're cooking for me!" Francis scoffed.

"My food is not that bad, you bloody frog!" Arthur snapped.

"Oh, I'm sure his food's not that bad!" Alfred said happily. "He's probably got nothing on Abigail."

"I remember the time she tried to make me stew," Mathew laughed. "I think it killed my taste buds for a week."

"I still had to eat her food after you left," Alfred grinned. "My taste buds are gone."

"So, how is Abigail?" Mathew asked.

"Oh, she's fine," Alfred muttered, rubbing the back of his head. He laughed nervously.

"Well I guess you'll just have to eat his poison for yourself to understand," Francis spoke.

"I should kill you!" Arthur threatened.

"Hey, even I know that your magic is only sub-par around these two!" Francis said, hiding behind Alfred.

"Doesn't mean I can't use it, unlike you," Arthur crossed his arms, watching Francis cower.

The ship had stopped by now and the many sailors were setting up the dock so that people could step off. Mathew was gazing off the side of the ship, watching as people walked around. He suddenly became interested in someone near the port.

"Hey, who's that?" he pointed to her. "She looks familiar…"

"Who?" Alfred looked over to where he was pointing, but no one was there.

"Never mind," Mathew sighed. "I guess she left…"

"Gilbert, I suggest you be careful," Arthur muttered, already seeing the people taking interest. "The people here are Puritan. They won't hesitate to condemn you."

"Yeah?" Gilbert laughed. "I've been condemned several times in the past. I'm still alive."

"Barely, I might add," Arthur reminded him.

"And you're no different!" Gilbert defended himself.

"So how big is Salem?" Alfred wondered out loud, looking about the massive town.

"Seems rather large," Arthur said. "Looks to have only one church, though, so it can't be that big."

"Looks peaceful enough for right now…" Mathew said. "Despite what the sailor said."

"Well, the trials happen in the day, inside," Arthur recalled. "And during the night I think they gather up the accused and put them in jail."

"Well isn't that lovely," Alfred snickered, copying Arthur's accent.

"I wonder how many they have…" Arthur muttered to himself.

"Who said that they were gathering people in the first place?" Antonio said.

"Well, women dancing in the forest doing witchcraft and a girl who won't wake up after participating will make a Puritan wonder," Arthur snapped. "They'll start accusing people after a while and it's been a couple days."

"Well, there's only one way to find out!" Alfred said happily. He noticed that the sailors were done setting up and ran for the docs, not caring that he cut people off in the process. He ran down the plank and onto the dock, very happy to be on land that didn't rock anymore. He nearly ran over to the grass and kissed it.

"Alfred, you idiot!" Arthur called from the ship. "You don't just run off the ship!"

"But I just did!" Alfred called back to him.

"Hey, brother, look! Its new people!" an excited voice sounded off behind Alfred. He tooke his eyes off the ship to look behind himself. He saw two young men, about the same age as him. They both had brown hair, but one had a little bit deeper shade. The one with lighter hair looked extremely happy and had a little curl sticking out the left side of his head. The one with darker hair looked extremely irritated and had a curl coming out the right side of his head.

"What the hell are you yelling for?" the darker haired one snapped at him.

"But I'm just so excited!" the lighter haired one replied happily.

The darker haired one scoffed. "You know what Abigail would do if you talked to anyone right now."

The lighter haired one's face saddened. "I know…" he muttered and allowed himself to be led away by the darker haired one.

"What was that about?" Mathew asked. He and the rest were now off the ship and next to Alfred

"I have no idea," Alfred was still staring in their direction.

"Well," Arthur sighed and looked over to the forest off to the side of Salem. "It appears that would make for a good forest. We just need to make sure that no one owns that land."

"Or if they do own it," Antonio said, "that they wouldn't mind we stayed there."

The group started walking and got off of the docs. Just as expected, people were already eyeing them weirdly. They had almost made it to the forest when Mathew stopped.

"Alfred," his voice sounded concerned and worried. "Y-you better look at this…"

Alfred stopped and turned around.

And he couldn't believe his eyes.

Ta-Da! First chapter of the sequel of Witch! And I am going to say this now, I know this is a real place, but I do not intend for this to be historically accurate. There is going to be the basics of what happened, the dancing, the trials, jailing, and hanging. But this is it. We have seen the Italy bros, and they will stand in as the main accusers of witches. And then in place of the main Reverend that comes in from outside of Salem is Ludwig. Gave that away a bit early, but I want my point get across now.

And, it's been decided that the main villain is an OC, sorry if that is bad, but it fits. You'll see later.

And please review, so that I can update fast, like last time.

Gilbert is more likely to admit that he is lame than I am to own Hetalia.