The first thing Italy did?
Locked Liechtenstein away.
Next?
Fool Switzerland into thinking she was now Italy's wife.
Liechtenstein was tossed harshly into the dungeons underneath Buckingham palace. They were dark and dingy places filled with countries. England, France, Scotland, Ireland, all of the Nordics...
Except Greenland.
Italy thought. "Oh...My collection..."
Suddenly, his face twisted. "It's incomplete."
Italy strode to the very back of the ugly place. A familiar mop of hair sat atop a bound body.
"Sea-kun...Who is under your control?"
Sealand looked up, His eyes empty and his spirit broken. He was dead. Dead to the sounds, sights and even all feeling. His brain shut off.
But it was determined to keep him alive, despite how ridiculous that was.
"Who is under your control?" Italy snapped.
Sealand muttered.
"What?"
"Everyone..."
Italy slapped the living corpse. "Hope you go to hell!"
Italy had left the corpse to think.
"Aren't I already there?"
Canada looked down from a balcony. He was dressed only in pants as two girls dressed in sleeping gowns easily removed by a mere string hanging off of each of his arms.
"Canada?" The darker one asked. It was no surprise Canada kept her around; she was beautiful and absolutely comfortable being half naked.
"Brazil, I think it's time for war."
Said woman slowly released Canada. "Of course, Master." She said seductively. She walked away, shaking her butt just to draw eyes. Calls for the 'ladies and gents' to protect Canada sounded from the room.
The other girl held tighter. She was the cute brunette that had been with him since the beginning. "We're going to be alright...right?"
Canada kissed the girl on her forehead. "Of course."
Italy lead a large army made of all of Africa, Northern and Western Asia. They were perfectly ordered in rows with their people poised and ready.
All against their will.
They fought against the willing lovers of Canada along with their countless people.
They clashed in a dance of metal and fire and weapons. They screamed and hollered. They fought.
But Italy had size on his side. He was four continents.
Canada was two continents.
Italy ran through the crowds of clashing people. He wanted Canada. Canada, which was now the Americas, would complete his collection.
"Draw a circle, that's the earth.
Draw a circle, that's the earth
Draw a circle that's my earth
I'm Master Italy
Ah, you can see the whole world through a single stroke of a brush
Soon Canada will fall to it's knees
No more useless Italy!"
This time, a gun would be more appropriate. Something that would make him fear...
When Italy found Canada, he was leaning back, a familiar large bear sleeping at the crying man's feet.
"Italy..."
That voice was almost heart wrenching.
"I'm assuming you want my kingdom? My Harem? My people?"
Italy cocked his head to the side. "Well, Yes. I want your people as my people, Your Harem as my slaves and you." Italy grinned. "You will be a part of that servitude. You will be the one to take care of the prisoners. You will see torture and hopelessness every day of your miserable life."
"Now, let us begin."