Two men that looked as though they were of Mediterranean blood came in but in very contrasting ways. The red headed one with the slightly lighter skin and curl on the left side of his head came in sweetly and with out hassle. But the one with brown hair, slightly darker skin, and a curl on the right side of his head came in kicking and screaming. The guard had to literally handcuff him to the chair.

The leader of this project called for the guard into the room.

"Okay, guard, why are there two of them?"

"They represent the same country, sir."

"Okay, but why do they?"

"I don't know Italian politics, sir."

"Okay, so I have to deal with two Italians? Well there goes one question out the window."

"They distinguish themselves to others by using the names Veneziano and Romano."

"Okay so just ask them that then? That will be easy. You can go now."

"Yes sir."

The guard left and the man in charge turned his attentions back to the two Italians.

"Okay you two, I already know you are Italians, but I would like to know who is Veneziano and who is Romano."

The red head raised his hand and started to speak in a very cheerful voice. "I am Veneziano and this is my big brother Romano. I'm the North of Italy and he is the South of Italy. Say hi Romano."

"I am not saying anything to these burger bastards."

Burger bastards? The leader thought confusedly.

"Do I need to give you a hug again?" Veneziano then gave his handcuffed brother a giant hug with Romano struggling like a fish out of water.

"Get away from me bastard."

"Um... can I please tell you why you are here?"

"Why should I let a bastard who won't even show his own face tell me what to do?"

"Because I hold the key to freedom and one thousand volts of electricity."

Romano just looked pissed. "Fine."

"It is very simple, all you have to do is tell us your feelings about America."

Veneziano looked as though he was happy to oblige. "You hear that bro, we can get out of here if we say something about America."

"Fine, whatever, you start."

Veneziano started right after cheering for a while.

"America is a nice guy, so friendly and pushes his ideas down your throat. He makes alright food but nothing can beat my pasta. He and I have had trouble in the past, but that is all behind us now. I don't get what he means by we need more robots, or when he says stuff like lit or ghetto. He let immigrants from my country into his for a long time. He is like that nation who is like the Germany of the America's. I think that is all I really have to say."

"Okay, Italy, you are excused."

"Pasta!" He left the room with out another thought.

Romano looked as though he was going to burst. "Don't just leave me here you bastard."

"Romano your turn."

"Fine whatever. America you are a wart on society you burger bastard! Loud and annoying is all you are! I hope you get it up the butt from all the other countries here one day! That is all I have to say."

"Okay, guard, get him out of the handcuffs."

The guard came in and got him out of his handcuffs and as soon as he was free he left.

Lets just hope I don't have to deal with two people again. The leader thought. "Bring in the next one."