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I completely understood why Britain, America and the others would want to capture Italy. He was completely dependent on Germany, and, in turn, that would have given them the chance to capture Germany. But what I didn’t understand was why the took me too.

We were in the dog house- literally. “Might as well feed them.” Britain said, bringing Italy and I our food. The plates of food were placed in front of us rather unceremoniously. Italy took one bit and almost hurled.

“This food is awful!” he cried out. More for me. I took the food from his plate and dumped it onto mine. Hell, Germany had taught me to eat what I could when I was captured. Be resourceful and strong. Never give out information. Especially if they treat you this well, I thought, this is better than boot camp with Germany.

“Is my food that bad?” Britain asked. By now all of the other countries were gathering, wondering what to do with us, or rather, Italy.

“Can’t we just throw them in prison?” America asked.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” I said, a metaphorical light bulb clicking on over my head, “but I think I’d prefer slavery.” I cast dirty glances between all the countries.

America spun around, beaming, “Anybody got a twenty I can borrow?!”