A/N: Hello! This is the first authors note I've made on a story, but this is important! I'd like to thank thetreeclan1 from Youtube for thinking up this brilliance!

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Italy's face was bruised, he was cold, and most importantly he was angry. All he had offered to him was a note book, a pen and, at most, rice and tomatoes twice a day.

He leaned against the stone wall of this prison. Looking up at the low ceiling, he recalled how this all began.

Italy grabbed his note book and pen. On the first page he wrote;

"My name is Feliciano Vargas. I'm stuck in a prison in America. Apparently it's an old prison on an island that closed long ago, but is now filled with myself, some of my men, and two of my 'friends.' Possibly some of their men as well...I'm not sure."

Italy put the pen to his lips before continuing.

"The day this began was a normal day. The day that Canada, Sealand and myself formed an alliance I was napping, Canada went unnoticed, and Sealand was standing in a corner, practically begging for a chair. He was so cute and small and innocent back then."

Italy felt his face widen into a smile. It wasn't joyful, it was twisted by years of catastrophe.

"What happened that day was far from innocent and soon spiraled out of control."

Italy stopped writing. "No one will read this." He gazed at it. "Ha. 'Innocent enough,' he said. Well, welcome to reality..."

"Ve~..." Italy was stretched out, relaxing, on the meeting table. Germany was trying to dominate the meeting once again, trying to shout over the many countries that were making noise. The chair next to Italy was empty and everyone was simply being loud and uncooperative. So loud and so uncooperative that Germany went unnoticed.

However, a small whisper was heard. Every country stopped talking. They turned to the empty chair next to Italy.

Italy reacted, thinking he was the one being stared at. "What? Did I do something?"

"Not you Italy-kun." Japan said, as plain as ever. "That strange country next to you."

When Italy turned he finally saw who was next to him; Canada. Italy ran and hid behind Germany, panicking. "Ohno, whoareyou, youcreaper, whyareyousneakinguponmeeee~!"

Germany sighed. "Italy, just keep quiet."

Italy shut up suddenly. He looked to the ground, pouting a little.

Canada hugged Kumojiro tighter. "Uh...I just said that Germany is right and we should seriously start the-"

Before Canada could finish, he noticed no one but Italy was still paying any attention.

Canada sighed as Kumoro asked him, "Who are you?"

He answered, Like always, "I'm Canada. You know that, Umojairo."

Sealand had watched everything, his brows furrowed. He was standing since he didn't have a seat. He had walked over to Italy. "Hi!"

Italy went and sat back in his seat. "Ve~. Ciao...You look like you're a new country."

Sealand smiled and sat on the floor between Italy and Canada. "Yeah, I'm a country alright!" Sealand looked down sheepishly. "I'm not very strong, though...Or big..."

Italy smiled widely. "Don't worry! I've been around since 1861 and I'm still cool!"

Both Sealand and Canada grinned, knowing that Italy was, in fact, not cool. At all.

There was an awkward silence before Canada muttered something. "...don't like...weak..."

Sealand piped up. "What?"

"I don't like being thought of a so weak." Canada said, still muttering. "I'm powerful...Just not outspoken..."

Sealand and Italy looked at the shy country. They then looked at each other, agreeing with Canada.

Sealand stood suddenly, a cheeky grin on his face. "Hey, then, uh, lets be allies! We could kick major ass!"

Italy stretched. "Ve~ Ve~ that sounds fun!"

Canada smiled. "It's innocent enough."

Sealand jumped up. "It's decided! We'll be allies!"

Italy looked down at the first day of many. "It's decided...It's decided..." Italy lied on the cold floor, seeking some kind of solace from the unfeeling stone. "It's innocent...It's fun...It's decided."

It's maddening, it's bloody...It's decided.