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**Continued…**

“Stupid tomatoes!” I kicked the wooden box hard, noticing the lack of the hollow sound one gets when you usually kick a wooden box. The box jumped a good ten feet in shock. I startled a box, ha.
 “Yeeek!” it cried out.

My head tipped to the side curiously. “‘Yeeek?’” Germany was to my right now, wielding his stick menacingly. Well, as menacingly as a food-deprived, enemy-less, at-war German soldier could wield a stick.

“H-hello! I am the tomato crate fairy!” I giggled. Germany growled. “I’m here to make friends! Let’s play!”

The “tomato crate fairy” made the box jump again as the barrel of my gun made hard contact with the top of the crate. “Germany, can I shoot it? You know I really do despise tomatoes. One less of their fairies won’t hurt will it? And besides, we haven’t gotten to shoot anything yet!”

Sadly, my request was ignored. “Sounds like there’s someone inside.” Germany observed dumbly. Lack of sleep, food, and sex was getting to him…

“There’s no one in here! Don’t open me!” The heavily accented voice chimed out pleadingly. Germany grabbed the top of the crate a pulled, pulled, pulled, occasionally cursing himself for not being stronger, ignoring the fairy as he’d done to me. “What, are you a freak or something? You don’t want to see my guts do you?!” the fairy yelled out.

My hand raised involuntarily “I’d like to see, of you don’t mind.”
**To Be Continued**