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It was supposed to be just an ordinary day for Germany and his friends. Well, at least for Axis Powers. Unfortunately, it was not to be.

"Hey, Germany! Look at this machine I found in America's supply closet!" Italy said happily.

"Hey, Germany! Look at this machine I found in America's supply closet!" Another one said.

"Vat?!" Germany screamed as he took a double take. (In actuality, taking quite a few).

The German looked back and forth at the scene in front of him. There were two. Two Italians in front of him, and one was NOT Romano.

"Hey, Germany! Look at this machine I found in America's supply closet!" Yet another Italy said, rounding a corner.

Germany seemed to be frozen in shock. One Italy was hard enough to manage, and yet, there were more and more Italians running in until there was no more space to bare.

Minutes had passed by until Germany was woken up by Japan, who had almost been engulfed in all things Italy. Of course he passed out. Of course.

"What is going on?" Japan asked, unexpectedly calm. His 'harem' was coming true.

Still in a daze, Germany managed to say, "I don't know eizer..."

"Pastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Italy and his clones said in unison, eyes closed in similar expressions of bliss.

"Zere has to be over seventy of him now!" Germany yelled over the crowd of Italians.

"Lets-a-go make-a some pasta, okay?!" The excited Italians said.

When the crowd of Italians all turned in different directions to leave, each one of them got their curl tangled with another's. The tension on the hair was so powerful, it managed to trip every Italian simultaneously.

"OHHHHHH!"

Germany froze.

"UHHHHAAAHHH!"

Wait. A. Hot. Minute.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Germany could officially pass as a tomato.

"VYE IN ZE HELL ARE YOU MOANING!?"

"IT'S-A MY CURL!" The Italians screamed in pleasure.

The Italians were now all rolling on the floor, MOANING, and clutching their...nether regions...

Japan had disappeared a long while ago, but Germany, oh poor Germany, was still there. One of the Italians grabbed Germany's pant leg. Germany swatted him away. Another tried for his sock, and this continued until every one of them were begging for him to help.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ZEY VANT VAT?!"

It was supposed to be just an ordinary day for Germany and his friends. Well, at least for Axis Powers. Unfortunately, it was not to be.