Italy was laying down in Canada's bed. Needless to say, it was cleaned thoroughly before hand. But, nonetheless, the Italian was comfortable as many slave girls tended to his whims.
No, not sexual whims.
In fact, the girls were properly dressed in mid-calf length French maid dresses. No skin that wasn't supposed to show was showing. They were decent as ladies should be.
How else could Italy take them seriously?
Italy called on a familiar girl with red bows in her hair. He Looked at her with a chilling smile. "Please bring me a glass of wine and a plate of pasta... As well as my Brother."
The island girl bowed. "Yes... Master."
When the door closed behind the girl Italy sighed, leaning back. "I could get used to this..."
Italy was woken up by a voice that sounded very angry.
"Wake the hell up, bastard!"
Opening his eyes, he saw his brother. "Ah...Fratello! I'm sorry, I seemed to have..." Italy drifted off before standing, looming over his brother. "Since when had I been so tall?"
"S-Shut up, dammit! I'm not short, you're just a freak of nature!"
Italy smiled.
Romano frowned, looking away. "What did you want. One of those pretty servants came to my house while I was telling Sicily that the Mafia didn't exist anymore." Romano chuckled. "Not only did she freak, she got scared. She was a kid again."
Italy gestured for his brother to follow him. He lead him to a stone door.
"I want you to see my collection. You should be proud of me, brother! States, provinces, countries...I have everyone...But my fratelli e sorelle." Romano felt his stomach lurch.
As if sensing this, Italy's grin became wider. "Don't worry. You're my famiglia! You'll be safe! Now, look." Italy opened the dungeon door. Hisses of pain and screams of torment echoed up the stairs as light abused eyes.
The two brothers passed their past friends: A still bandaged Germany, A crying China and a "Kolkolkol"-ing Russia with a tear stained face. Liechtenstein was in the cleanest cell, being deemed 'too gentle' for the normal imprisonment.
However, at the very back was Canada and Sealand.
Sealand was hanging by his arms, staring blankly, still muttering crazed 'I'm sorry's, 'I love you's, and 'It's a dream's.
Canada sat in a wooden chair, a shock collar around his neck. He snarled like a beast.
Italy turned to his brother. "Amazing, is it not?"
Romano listened to moans in the background. "It's...Something..."
"My collection is complete!" Italy announced, hugging his brother close. "Now my family can rule with me! We shall be known as the Great Italian Empire of the Seven Continents! Quite a title, no?"
Romano, still haunted by those cries. "Y-yeah. It's...Amazing."
I have to help them...!
Italy was so tired.