Germany walked through a thickly dense and weeded forest. He was on his way to meet with someone very important and needed to get there by going through said forest. It was mid-day, but from such a thick forest it was heavily shaded. If it was this dark in the afternoon, he didn't want to see how it was at night. With that in mind he quickened hi pace, until he spotted something rather unusual.

He walked over to said object and realized it was a tomato crate. But in the middle of the forest? Thinking this was a trap of some sort, he readied his riffle he was carrying and checked the surrounding area. Finding no one around, turned to the crate again.

Quiet an unusual to find a crate in the middle of a forest. Exspecially in this forest. He thought to himself as he approached the crate. He felt very tired from walking for so long so he decided it was a good idea to take a little break. And what better than to sit on this crate than the dirt.

As he began to sit down he heard a slight whimper. He froze in his tracks but just figured it was the wood shifting under his weight.

Now fully seated he got comfertable. He leaned back slightly and his legs kicked the box on accedent. A startled cry was heard and he knew that wasn't the wood. He got off of the box and decided to investigate.

First he tapped the crate with a stick and the same whimper he heard before, he heard now. He then tried to lift the box but it was quiet heavy. As the box slightly lifted off the groung, he heard another startled cry. Germany then put the box back on the ground and spoke in his thick German accent of his.

"Who's in there? Answer now or I shoot!" He pointed his gun at the box and took the safty off. He heard a loud "eep!", and then a soft little voice echoed from the crate.

"I'm the tomato fairy! Please just let me be!" The voice was in an Italian accent and sounded to be male. Germany kicked the box and another startled cry was heard.

"Just let me be! Sniff, I'm just sob, a tomato fairy." Germany instantly felt bad for making him cry so he prided open the crate and came face to face with a sobbing young man.

He looked to be at least 16 no more than 18 years old. He had light brown hair, brown eyes, and creamish skin. A tuff of his hair was sticking up slightly and Germany couldn't help but think it was cute. He crouched nexted to the still slightly sobbing young man and pulled him up so he was standing.

"What is your name?" Germany asked him.

"Italy. My name is Italy." The young man whispered.

Italy? That would mean! "Your not the Roman Empire's grandson are you!?"Germany asked him.

If that's true than this guy's a prince!

Italy was quiet surprised by the question but he answered it none the less.

"Yes, he was my grandfather. But what does it bother you?" Italy responded.

"Nothing at all. By the way, I'm Germany." He said as he smiled up at Italy.

"Germany." Italy whispered. A small smile crossed his lips. Germany's heart fluttered a bit at this but he tried to ignore it as best as possible. He then rememberd that he had to go meet someone.

"Hey! Italy, I need to and meet with someone. Wnt to come with me?" Italy thought that over for a few moments, then he nodded his head yes.

And that was the start of an interesting friendship, that would soon turn into some thing so much more.