"Geez, what am I going to do with him?" Germany muttered to himself as he watched his Italian tag-along flirt with active ladies to his little heats content. It has been a few since Italy stared telling him. All through that time has been trying to find for him to make himself useful, but the Italian kept messing everything up. He was a lousy mechanic, he gets scared real easy, and he has the attention span of a four year-old. "Think, there has to be something for that fool to do?"
"Mr. Germany!" A German soldier called out as he ran towards the German.
"Yeah; what is it?"
"Our dock's look-out gotten himself captured by the Allies."
"But that was our last one?"
"I know. Sir, what are we going to do?"
"Hm?" Where are they going to find a new look-out. The person has to be alert, fire the flare gun, and run out of there at a drop of hat. Just then his darted back to Italy who was still flirting. "Say, I believe I might have a new look-out."
Later the night, Germany stood with Italy at the docks. The Italian man looked sacred of his mind. "Hey Germany? Why are we here?"
"You going to the job of being the look-out."
"Huh?! I can't, I've two guys get captured by the Allies!"
"Here." The German man said as he hand Italy the gun." Normally, he would think twice about handing gun to the fool, but it was just flare gun; he doubt Italy could cause much damage with that, beside Italy did have some knowledge in fire arms, though as terrible as he was at using them."
"Look, Italy, all you have to do is look out to the ocean if see Ally boats, Ja?"
"S-si."
"Good stand here and watch, I'll be back in the mourning." But that did not come. Just about an hour later, Germany saw a flare going off with Italy zipping passed him just seconds after. It later turns out that Italy mistook his allies' boat for his enemy's and it would be a while before Germany got another look out and figures out that Italy strengths lie in kitchen more so then the battle field.