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I’m not quite sure what I did wrong, but Germany didn’t like it. So here I was, being carried potato-sack style over Germany’s shoulder.

Behind us, Italy followed at Germany’s heels. “If you get the chance,” he whispered, “Feel his ass! You won’t believe it!” I wasn’t going to ask what had him telling me that, or how he knew what it felt like, for that matter.

…

“Oh my goodness! Its so firm!”