Two Countries and a Fort

"How the hell did I get in here?" Germany asked as he looked at the other two males.

Being in a crate labeled "tomatoes" was bad. Italy being there made up for it a little, but the abandoned English fort who thought he was a country? That made the situation much, much worse.

Ludwig sighed and cradled his head in his hands. "Doitsu?" he heard Italy say, "Doitsu, are you ok?"

Germany raised his head. "Ja."

Little Sealand spoke up then. "Um… Ludwig… I have to pee."

"You don't say that. You say I have to go to the bathroom…" Ludwig tried to say but got cut off by Italy saying with his usual smile, "Me too! I think it was from the lemonade that I had at Romano's house. Or maybe it was from the iced tea."

As Feliciano and Peter prattled on, Ludwig stared at the wall behind them. He felt a vein show his anger. "Shouldn't we be thinking about getting out?" he asked quietly.

Completely oblivious to the German's picking anger, Peter continued to talking about how he thought his need to pee might've come from him stealing England's tea. "He was really angry. He even went to Scotland to see if he drank it. I watched the whole thing and laughed so hard. Then I had to pee."

Italy laughed, then asked the little fort if he wanted something to eat. Peter nodded and Feliciano reached into his pants. "ITALY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ludwig yelled.

The Mediterranean country turned and pulled out a Tupperware container with ziti inside. "What? I wanted to keep it warm and there was no other place to put it."

Noticing this, Ludwig cradled his head in his hands again and muttered, "Oh mein Gott."

As Ludwig was on the verge on a mental breakdown, and Feliciano and Peter were digging into the warmish ziti, a platinum blonde entered the forest where the box was. He gazed at the box with red eyes and was about to leave when an angry German screamed, "STOP POKING ME, SEALAND! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Prussia leapt back from the box as Peter replied, "I'm sorry! I was just wondering if you would make me a country… Germany, why are you rocking in a corner?" The sound of a person slamming his head up against the wall of the crate was heard.

"Get me out of here," a miserable Germany moaned.

Gilbird flew over and perched himself on the top of the box. Gilbert got closer and smirked, "Well, well. What do we have here?"

The box leaped up as an enraged and slightly hysterical Germany said rather desperately, "Gilbert! Get me out of here!"

Cracking a big grin, Gilbert put his hand on his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know… What's in it for me?"

"A keg of beer and your life."

"Two and you have a deal."

"Fine!"

Gilbert smiled and pried open the box. A frantic Germany scrambled out and ran away, with Italy and Sealand following screaming, "Germany, what's wrong?" Gilbert yelled after them, "West you owe me one!" Then said to no one in particular, "I am SO awesome!"