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Chapter 3

"So explain to me again why this guy is here?" Romano asked as he watched the group. The group consisted of Italy and Japan cooking something, Prussia also watching everyone, and Canada using a towel to dry off his head. The group had agreed to let him use a shower to wash off the dust and ashes, and he was currently dressed in some of Germany's civilian clothes.

"We just told you fratello, Canada was on a mission from the Allies when he crashed and is now our hostage," Italy explained as he stirred their lunch's sauce.

"Is that so?" Romano asked as he walked up to Canada and glared intensely at the other. In response, Canada looked slightly nervous but stayed silent. Romano then gave a menacing grin before asking, "So then as our hostage is he going to cook and clean and other shit for us? I mean, that's what the Allies sometimes have us do so we should make him do that also."

"I guess we could while we wait to see if the Allies will even take him back. For all we know they may just leave him with us as punishment for him failing," Japan agreed. Canada gave a worried look at the idea of being abandoned for failing his mission, only for him to then say, "Of course they'll want me back."

"Of course. After all, what would they do without their 'great hero'?" Romano commented with a chuckle.

"What do you mean? I thought that was what America always called himself and this isn't him," Italy asked.

"Tsk, my stupid Fratello. You may not realize it but someone who was stuck slaving away at his place could easily see that the person standing in front of us is America. Besides, who ever heard of a fake-sounding place like Canada?" Romano explained.

"N-No, Romano, you have it wrong. I'm Canada."

"You hear that, he just referred to me by my name but I have never even met this Canada person before. I must be America," Romano persisted.

"I know who you are because you used to work for America. We're neighbors so we visit each other often. During that time when he was obsessed with Italian food he told me about you and I saw you a few times cooking," Canada explained, growing more excited as he explained.

"Y-ya, well…Look here you bastard, if that is the case then how come I don't remember America ever talking to this Canada person?" Romano asked, shocked that the other could think of such a story so quickly.

"Nobody ever notices me, he even forgets that I'm there from time to time. It's been that way since we were kids," Canada answered with a sad shrug.

"And for the record what is your favorite food? Answer now please," Japan interrupted, eying Canada closely.

"Well…I guess I would have to go with ice cream," Canada answered with a blank look of wondering where this new question came from.

Japan simply stared closely at the other for a moment. At last he commented, "ice cream is delicious," before returning to help Italy with the cooking.

Seeing that lunch was almost ready, Romano decided to stay and join them for the meal. As he did this, he continued to watch Canada closely for any new sign to prove that Canada was who he truly felt he was. After the meal, the group decided to take turns in watching Canada while the others did their regular duties. Romano shocked the others when he volunteered to watch him first, and quickly lead Canada to a small bed room to work as an impromptu cell.

Once they reached the room, Romano pushed Canada towards the bed and placed himself between the opponent and the door. He then demanded, "Okay, what the hell are you playing at? I know that you are America and I want to know why you're going around saying that you're Canada."

Canada was silent for a moment, glaring at Romano. At last he whispered, "So you do know. And here I thought I was giving a good act."

Romano grinned at this before he asked, "'Course I would, I'm not some idiot. So tell me what you think you're doing with this Canada thing?"

"I'm acting as Canada because as Canada I may be able to get away with more. I mean, think of it dude, if they thought I was America do you think they would really let me stay here? No, they would most likely have me under lock and key at some POW camp."

"Ha, I knew that I was right!" Romano laughed.

"Yep, but now we have a small problem."

"Oh, and what's that?" Romano asked.

"That you now know my secret. You see, if the others find out that I lied to them then there could be trouble. And if I get in trouble then I would need to get even with whoever told on me," Canada reasoned, only to then give Romano an evil look and continue, "You understand how that could be bad for you, right?"

"Ya, ya, I get it! I'll keep it a secret, just don't do anything to me!" Romano squealed out only to then sigh when his opponent changed to a more normal smile. Once he saw this, Romano quickly rushed out the door, slammed it shut, and locked it.

Now that he was alone, Canada turned away from the door and gave out a sigh of relief.

Once again pretty short…

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