Italy hastily scrawled onto his paper.
"So, I decide one day to put my very straight forward plan into action. Attack. Win. Get on with life."
With a quick pause, he thought for a second of his next words.
"That was over eight hundred years ago. At that time, when we succeeded in our quest, the ruling of the world, did people know what they were fighting about?"
After a long three hundred years of war, the starters of such a hellish earth were gathered in one area.
Sealand, Canada and Italy stood together but apart. They faced each other in a circle, their weapons of choice ready.
Canada, who was smiling, greeted his friends with a view of his very ornamental hockey sick. "So, how did it come to this?"
Italy raised his hand, a gun resting in it like it was attached. "Me. I do believe I started this. How did I start it?"
Sealand, with a fierce scowl, answered. "You attacked me."
"Well. I think I will again."
A gun shot rang out.
Sealand fell.
But of course, this is what we want to hear and see. Three young threatening men talking like old, wise men, attacking once and succeeding in hitting their opponents.
No, what had happened was horrible and gruesome.
iNsAne, really.
Italy himself laughed quietly as he walked down the halls of Buckingham Palace. He sang a song that sounded strangely familiar.
"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 Sealand will fall to it's knees
No more useless Italy!"
When Italy found Sealand he was lying with Liechtenstein. The two were beaten and bruised from years of war, but still found time to be together, despite Liechtenstein's opposition to marriage at first. They were sound asleep, even as the sword Italy held was raised, sending light ringing sounds through the air as the oxygen was cut.
"No more useless Italy~."
When Liechtenstein woke up, she felt strong arms around her. She snuggled into her husband as a good wife should.
"Good morning Sealand."
A foreign laugh sounded through the room. "Oh, Sealand? He's dead, princess."
Liechtenstein looked up slowly, afraid of how familiar the voice was.
Her blood ran cold. The hair on her skin raised. Her flesh paled. Her heart beat erratically.
"I-Ita-"
"No."
Liechtenstein flinched, trapped by his arms.
"You will address me as Master Italy."
His smiling face did nothing for her nerves, considering the blood spatters.