I was walking through the forset on my way to meet with an allied force. Why he would want to meet in this forest I'm not sure but I'll go anyway.
After a few hours of wandering aimlessly through the forest, I'd finally given up looking for the man and just kept walking until i stummbled across a crate in a clearing. 'Vat ze hell iz a tomato crate doing in ze middle of no-where?' I though, walking over to it causiously. I took the stick that was in my hand and tapped the box. A small wimper was heard coming from the box. I scratched my head as if I was confused and kicked the box lightly. Another wimper was heard. I kicked it again and someone spoke fro inside.
"Please leave-a me alone! I'm just a tomato fairy! Please don't-a hurt me!" I jumped back and pointed my rifle at the box.
"Cove out of zat crate now or I'll zoot!" I yelled. The cry came once more.
"Please-a! i'm only a tomato fairy! I didn't do anything wrong promise!" After this was said I heard a faint sound of crying. I sighed and shook my head, leaning down to the crate, prying the lid open.
After a few minutes of trying to open the crate I finaly go it open and a boy no more than 17 or 18 jumped out of the crate screaming something about being a 'tomato fairy' again.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hut yeu." I said cooly. The kid instantly stopped his babbling and became quiet, other than a sniffle every now and then. "Vat iz you're name?" I asked.
The boy smiled, "Ve? Oh I'm-a Italy!" He said. The boy seemed to be a little less scared of me, but he did seem scared.
'Italy hm?' I nodded. "I am Germany."
"Does this-a mean we're-a friends?" He asked. His face lighting up.
"I zuppoze we can be-"
"Yay! I-a have a friend!" He yelled, cutting off my sentence.
"Allies." I said quietly. He must have not noticed.