One day I went to Japan’s house with Italy to soak in the hot springs. Much to Japan’s relief and Italy’s displeasure, there were two hot springs, separated by a large rock. I could soak separate from the boys.
At some point into my bath I heard Italy asking Japan about making miniatures, like the submarines he’d made for Germany. And then I heard what I’m pretty sure was a reference to Japan’s junk: Italy was calling it small.
Japan wasn’t happy and he called on a giant robot thing to ‘attack’ Italy.
I smiled to myself, remembering something I once heard my mom say on the subject of my father: Big things often come in small packages. It was all I could do to bite my lip, you know, to keep from breaking the freaking rock separating Japan and I.
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