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Chapter two

"So explain to us why this Canada person was flying an American airplane over German-held area," Germany ordered Canada. The group wanted to get a better understanding on what had happened, but at the same time they did not want to deal with the human spectators eavesdropping. So they had brought Canada to their closest base to question him.

"If I remember right Canada, is the land north of America's house. It had been a while since my awesomeness had been there, but I guess I remember him looking a little like America," Prussia offered as he looked Canada over. He had only seen the Canadian for brief moments during his stay in America during the American revolutionary war, and other than that only when the nation was a small child under France's care.

"That's right. America and I are siblings, and people are always confusing us. I guess with my hair singed short I look even more like him," Canada answered as he ran his hand through his now shorter hair only to then rub an eye when ashes fell into it.

"So then why were you in an American plan and not a Canadian one?" Germany persisted. He had been to America's house himself before the wars, and while he had not gotten close to the other nation he did not feel that the person in front of him was this complete stranger called Canada.

"He was supposed to be on this mission, but since he was getting over a sickness the other Allies decided to send me instead. The only plane that they had ready this morning was America's newest plane so I took that. It really sucks that it got destroyed," Canada answered.

"Vee, America was sick? Is he feeling any better?" Italy asked concerned for the other nation.

"Ya, it was just some food poisoning. Most likely something got into his army rations or something," Canada explained.

"Question, I thought Canada had a pet bear. I remember seeing a picture of it one time when I was at England's house and he showed me a picture of his colonies," Japan asked.

"Oh, Kumajiro? Ya…he usually joins me but I guess I was in such a rush that I forgot him," Canada awkwardly answered, this time his hands fussing with his burned clothes. He frowned slightly when part of his sleeve ripped off then asked if they had anything that would fit him.

"And what was this mission of his?" Germany asked. They were finally getting to something useful, and he did not want to lose their momentum in this interrogation.

Again, Canada awkwardly scratched at himself as he tried to think of something to say, "At last he replied, "I can't tell you, I would get in trouble."

"Yes you will tell us! You are our prisoner and will tell us what you know or be punished," Germany ordered as he slapped a table separating the Axis from their opponent. The sudden order caused a 'maple' to escape from Canada's lips. Again Canada seemed to think for a moment, but stayed silent.

"Will you tell us if we give you those new clothes you want?" Japan asked cautiously. He knew that America was rather childish, so what was to say that this Canada person was also childish and could be bribed?

Canada thought some more on this, only to then reply, "I was told to fly over and determine where your strongholds were. Then I would tell the others. That's all they told me. But instead something went wrong and my plane crashed. Now about these new clothes?"

The Axis looked at each other after hearing this. It sounded like a perfectly plausible reason for an opponent to fly overhead. But the idea that the Allies were spying on them did not sit well with any of them.

"So what are we supposed to do now with this guy?" Italy asked the others.

"He is one of the Allies, so he will be kept as a prisoner of war," Japan answered with what made the most sense.

"True, and perhaps he could come in useful. He may know more than he is letting on," Germany reasoned.

"Vee, why do you say that?" Italy asked.

"Just a feeling, but something just doesn't seem right," Germany answered.

"Hai, I agree. He seemed far too worried," Japan agreed.

"Or maybe he was just nervous over being questioned by the three of us plus Italy," Prussia remarked. How he saw it, everything made sense, so why question it further?

"So then what do you think we should do with him?" Germany asked his brother.

Prussia thought a moment before answering, "He is an opponent, so we should keep him. Even if he is as not important as America, his side may be willing to give us some awesome concessions for him safely returned. And if not we could always trade him for the next time Italy gets captured."

The others seemed to agree with this plan, thinking that it was as good as any. They were then taken from their thoughts when Canada's stomach growled hungrily. The Canadian blushed slightly at it and replied, "Sorry, it's just that I skipped breakfast for that mission so I haven't eaten in a while. Can I have something to eat along with those clothes?"

"Sure!" Italy happily answered. He had been captured by the Allies plenty of times, and even though the food he was given was never that good, they always made sure that he did not go home hungry. How he saw it, the least he could do was return the favor.

With this said, the interrogation was ended as Canada left with Italy, Japan, and Prussia to find clothes and food while Germany left to send a message to his boss over what they discovered from the crash-site.

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