Disclaimer : Just a little role play fanfiction between me and my friend (we got bored one day at school) -shot- I was playing the roles of Italy, England and Germany while she had Canada, France and America =u= Lol enjoy the crack xD

~Begin~

At the world conference, countries were pouring in. Italy could see nations like Germany, Greece and uber scary Russia going to their seats ( he could also see France touching England innapropriately and Iggy looked like he was enjoying it).

"Vee..." Italy mumbled, munching on a random slice of pizza.

In some other corner of the room, Canadawas listening to his brother, America, ramble on about how they should stop global warming with "nuclear winter".

"...I saw it on TV. It would totally work!"

Canada sighed. He turned his attention to the rest of the room. He noticed Italy sitting alone. "Might as well go talk to him..." he thought.

Italy nommed his pizza, watching as England yelled at France for the inappropriate touching (England secretly liked it =D ). Italy was starting to get bored of watching the two bicker and was going to go annoy Germany, when he felt a chill. A strange presence was behind him.

"Vee! Is anyone there?" He asked aloud, turning around.

"H-hey, I wanted to talk ..." Canada trailed off when he saw that the Italian wasn't focusing on him, just looking around where he stood. "Hey Italy. Italy Veneziano!" He tried pulling on the others curl to get his attention.

"VEE!" Italy screamed as his naughty spot was fondled. "Vee! Germany, something weird touched me!" he cried.

Canada jumped at the sudden outburst. It took a second for him to digest the information. He blushed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He apologized profuselly.

Italy looked around frantically as he heard the soft whisper.

"Eh? who;s there? Are you a ghost! Please don't hurt me mister ghosty! I surrender! I'll do whatever you want just please don't kill me!" His italian blood spoke as he begged and pleaded on his knees for the mysterious presence to spare him.

"W-what? No, I'm no ghost. I'm Ca.." He stopped, with a sudden realization. He could potentially have at least a bit of fun with the Italian. The red-head didn't seem that bright, air headed at best. Canada would have to test how well he obeyed the so-called 'ghost'.

"Okay, hmm, lift your left arm up" Canada gave his first test order.

"Yes ghost captain, sir!" Italy said, raising his left arm and leg. He wobbled around on one leg, falling over flat on his face.

"Oh, are you okay?" Canada tried to help him up.

"Waah! I'm sory mister ghosty, I'll do better! Please don't eat meeeee!" The frightened red-head cried as he felt firm hands grasp his arm and pulled him up.

Canada sighed. The Italian was really convinced he was a malevolent ghost.

" Alright, walk towards Germany." He ordered the Italian. "Minion." He added last second.

Italy nodded furiously, saluting his invisible master. "Yes sir!" He said as he made his way towards his blond ally who was scolding France and England and trying to bring order to the world meeting. He was standing a few feet away from the German man, who seemed to not have noticed him, and looked in the direction of his commander, waiting for further instructions.

What could I make him do? Canada wondered. The German man had his back turned to them. His violet eyes scanned the scene for some sort of inspiration.

His gaze landed on Germany bottom. His pants are a bit too tight aren't they? Nice ass though. The blonde shooks his head, Well that was an odd thought. "Italy, I order you to touch Germany's butt!"

Italy seemed to think about his given order but gave in none the less. It wasn't like he'd never touched his partner's butt before. He reached out his hand and pinched Germany's firm arse, watching as the blond's whole body tensed and he stopped mid rant, giving out a rather unmanly shirek.

Everyrone fell silent as they stared at the duo in shock. Some began snickering while other's covered their mouths at the display of public indecency.

"Italy! What are you doing!" Germany scolded his subordinate. "And in the middle of a meeting no less!" He shouted at the italian, who seemed to shake in his boots.

"V-Veee...!" Italy cried. "I-I'm sorry Germany! But it's not my fault the ghost told me to do it or else he would would kill me! I didn't want to die, I'm still a virgin you know!" Italy whimpered, holding onto and shaking the German's pant leg.

"Hug him." Canada told him, before he moved away from the scene as subtly as possible. Although it was a rare occurrence, he could be noticed by people who aren't familiar with him. And he did not want to be noticed by the german at the moment.

Italy heard the faint whisper through the German's harsh scolding of 'Ghosts don't exist you dumbkopf!' and 'you shouldn't be such a pussy!'. He quickly obeyed and threw his arms around Germany's neck, having to stand on his tips toes to reach him and even then the other was being pulled down slightly to accomodate for the major height difference. If possible, Germany's face turned even redder.

~To be continued...maybe~