"How brutal!"

"Greszczyszyn was a soldier once. He had muscles as big as babies. He hit scarily hard. Between punch and punch he interrogated him. He didn't seem to know who he was, or what he was once. I think he didn't even know where the territory of Prussia had been. But he was a nation. He confirmed it when Wafula rolled up his coat and showed a completely flat stomach, with no navel."

"Did he betray you?"

"Not at all. Never. Even if I just stood there watching as they beat him up, he didn't open his mouth. Well, he did open it, to spit out blood, look at him to the face and say: 'You didn't even remove the dust out of me, Captain Hook'. With that he earned hearder punches and kicks directed to vital organs. He ended up with the jaw, the nose and two ribs broken, one tooth too...And still he never said why he was there or if he was alone. I was desperate. I wanted to run to get help but I was forced to be there. I have to confess I also felt nervous about the possibility that Prussia would turn me in. But no. He didn't. From that moment on, I feel so much respect for him.

» It was then when I saw Wafula heading to the house. He was going to tell everyone what they had found out. All of them would kill him. Greszczyszyn was telling him at that precise moment as he grabbed Prussia by the hair. He said to him: 'It seems what we suspected is true: you are completely inmortal, the only thing that can really harm a nation is another nation. But I Will enjoy so much beating you to a pulp again, and again, and again, and again'. I was afraid for him. I wasn't sure if a beating would kill him in his case. Prussia...ceased to exist long time ago. I didn't even know how he was still alive. I did nothing but ask myself if he got to survive the destruction of his empire but became mortal. That is another issue, anyway. Wafula was about to raise the alarm about the mole.

» So I acted. I couldn't take it anymore. Before he gave one more step, I grabbed him from the Hood, forced him to turn around and headbutted him.

(the audience claps enthusiastically, Canada bluses)

"Oh, please, it's not such a big deal…"

"You could have played along and let them kill him. I believe it is worth applauding."

"No, really, anyone..anyone in my place would have done that…"

"I doubt that. But, what about Greszczyszyn? Your cover had just been blown up."

"That is true. When he saw what I just did, at first he looked at me confused, as if he didn't quite believe it. Then he looked at Prussia. 'What is this?', he asked. He dropped him, stood up and walked towards me. I wanted to hit him in the jaw but grabbed my hand and sqeezed it so bad I saw the stars. I hadn't fought in so long, I was rusty. On the contrary, life was a permanent battle for him. 'Are you one of his men? A cop? A soldier? I should have known. Answer me, you big (…)', he shouted at me. I saw Prussia rolling in the snow to look at me, not able to move. He was surprised by my gesture, but mostly, he was judging me. I think he called me an idiot in low voice. Looking at him made me get back the courage."

» 'I am not a man', I replied. And showed him the proof. I rolled up my sweater and showed him him and I were not the same. I did not have a birth mark.

» Greszczyszyn never said my name. I don't know if he ever knew who I exactly was. He only knew I was one more nation. One making a fool out of him had made him very angry, but two...Oh, was he mad. He pounced on me and started hitting me. He wrecked my glasses in one blow. His hook, I don't know what it was made of, but hurt so bad. 'He's going to kill me', I thought. How silly, isn't it? But that's what I thought. What a beast. America surely has to be proud of the specimen he creates in his army. The pure definition of a tough guy."

"How did you get out of that one?"

(there is a long pause, so long the interviewer gazes at his guest with worry; Canada finally sighs)

"Italy appeared…"