The team went back to the cute cafe, the Panda Panda Land. They all sat on the same places as they did before, England on the far left, America beside him, then France, China, Russia. On the other side, there was Seborga, Romano, and Feli, who started doodling on the table with mustard. The nations were all tired, and happy that they had succeeded on their first lame mission.

"So where the bloody hell is Switzerland?" Arthur said, while sipping a bit of his Earl Grey. "Why isn't he here with us?"

"He isn't going to be with us. He's just giving us guns and ammo and other fucking things." Romano took out his phone. "It's boss. I think he's giving us a thing to do…. Damn." The angry Italian answered the phone and put it on speaker, so everyone could hear. "Hello."

"Romano. You guys have another….uh….misson?"

"Mission, basta- ugh, sir."

"Oh, yes. Okay. So this time, you will have to kill-"

"FUCK YEA" America, Russia and Romano got excited with the news. Maybe too excited, since America accidentally punched the waitress.

"A cat." All the nations and the micro-nation stopped what they were doing, and focused on the Italian boss. "Uh, ciao?"

"...A CAT? WHY THE FUCK A CAT? WHY- WHY- A SINGLE SHITTY FUCKING CAT?" Romano screamed in the top of his lungs at the phone, and completely forgot about the kids in the café.

"Because it's for experience. Romano, although you had killed various times-"

"Really fratello?" The middle brother asked with his famous puppy eyes.

"I'm fucking Italian." Romano tried to avoid the little bastard's cute pleading eyes before it was too late.

"But I didn't-"

"WHAT-A EVER!"

"…And the cat is pretty old-"

"Romano…why did you kill?"

"You know why!"

"…It keeps pooping all around and-"

"Ve~are you-"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"…And that's why its penis is weird."

"Whatever, boss. So where is this cat?"

"You are at Switzerland now, right? It's pretty close. It's in Germany."

"AWE HELL NO!"

"Romano. You are the leader, no? You go too."

"Shit…"

"Oh yes, and I forgot. You need a team name."

"Uh yea." Romano looked across the table, and saw the bunch of idiots that he was with. America, who made airplanes out of the napkin, England, who was drinking his 3rd cup of tea, France, who was flirting with waitresses and waiters, China, who was snuggling with the panda chair, Russia, who was looking at a weird world map that only had Russia on it, Seborga, who was trying to flirt with as many people as possible, and Feliciano, who was now doodling with Ketchup. "Ugh….what about The Idiot Team Squad?"

"..."

"..."

"So you're TITS? Pfff...ok."

"Oh, mon ami! It's perfect!" The French twiddled around and took out a rose out of nowhere then gave it to the 15th waitress that he flirted with today.

"Uh…YEAH YEA WHAT-A EVER. Now let's go kill that cat."

Divide~

The TITS managed to get into Germany, and spotted the single cat on the street, who was licking his private parts.

"Hey. Flag Idiot. You go."

"Ve~But Romano I don't wanto~"

"Just go!"

"But Romano-"

"JUST FUCKING GO!" Feliciano yelped and ran off towards the old cat in the middle of the street. "Kill it fast and let's go."

"Ve~" Feliciano took out a knife and started pointing it towards the little cat, who was staring at Feliciano with a blank face. He then proceeded to touch the blade on the cat.

"What are you doing? YOU'RE POKING THE DAMN CAT AND NOT STABBING IT!"

"But fratello-"

"KILL IT! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT" Romano spat as he screamed for the 20th time today.

"Ahh! Ok!"

"Feli?" A blonde german approached the frightened Italian as he carried a potato sack. "Vhat are you doing here?"

"Eeek! Ludwig! Ludwig! Help! Can you kill the cat here?"

"But vhy-"

"Pleaaaseee?" Germany sighed and got the knife right off Feliciano's hand.

"Fine." Germany stabbed the cat quickly and let the knife stay in its body for a couple of seconds before taking it out. "Happy?" Ludwig looked over his shoulders and saw the small Italian crying over the cat. "HUH? Hey Feliciano! Vhy are you crying- Hey!"

"Damn you, potato bastard! Feliciano was supposed to kill the cat!" Romano went over to the confused blonde and took the cat to put it in a trash bin. "Why did you kill it?"

"Vhat? But-"

"Yea, fuck you. Feliciano, let's go. We're done here."

"Hey! But-"

"Bye, potato man!" Ludwig stood there, with the what-the-fuck-happened face for a couple of seconds before shaking his head and getting back on track again, as he was doing before he got interrupted and confused as hell. On the other hand, the oldest Italian called his boss. "Hey. Boss. We killed the cat."

"Pfff….you actually did? I was just kidding but ok...HAHAHHA"

"WHAT- WHAT-A WHAT?"

"Okay bye~"

"Hey wait! Wait you!" His dear boss had already hung up, and Romano tossed his phone on the ground. Thankfully, it didn't break, or else he would have to buy another phone for the third time this month. "How dare he-"

As Romano cussed in English, Itaian and Spanish, and then commanded the other TITS members to follow him. The team went to Rome, Italy, where the two older Italians lived together. The nations decided that they would stay there for a period of time, until they were done with all their missions.

"So why do you think we had to make a mafia team, aru?" The Chinese man sat on the floor, as a custom and studied the house in every detail.

"Che palle…I don't really know. But there must be a real reason. Although my boss is as immature as shit, he is kind of smart. Sometimes."

"Hahahaha! But dude! Our team isn't really like a mafia team! It's like…It's like…just a team!"

"Yeah, I know. But we do have a purpose…. We don't know it yet." The men stayed in silence, trying to think what the purpose was. They got nowhere, so they just started watching EURO. It was Germany vs Italy. Italy was winning, and the Italian trio cheered with all their might.

Meanwhile, in Germany…

"WHAT ZE HELL? VHY CAN'T THEY DEFEND TO THEIR OWN GOOD? SHEISSE! FUCK! WE CANNOT LOSE THIS! NO! NOT AGAIN!" The German threw his beer can at the giant tv screen, while his older brother, Prussia, gobbled up the remaining beer cans.

Meanwhile in Italy….

"YAY!"

Meanwhile in Germany…

"FUCK!"

Divide~

A little bit up there…

"Hey Norge! Did you hear that the Italies and the Allies joined to form a team or something?" The Danish smiled brightly as he took out a beer from the refrigerator and drank it. "I wonder why they didn't invite us…." Denmark pouted as he stated the last comment.

"Probably because they didn't like us or something." The serious Norwegian said as he practiced some magic in the living room.

"It kind of makes me mad. They always exclude us from things." Iceland, who was playing with Mr. Puffin looked at his neighbors and crossed his arms, pouting a little bit. "Why do they never invite us in things?"

"Oh, I'm sure they just forgot or something!" The Finnish smiled sweetly and patted Iceland on the back. "Don't be sad, it's alright!"

"H's r'ght. D'n b' s'd." The Swedish stared at Iceland with his serious face, which frightened the poor grey haired man.

"Hey, we should like punish them or something! For not inviting us! How about we mess up their plans by distracting them every time?" Denmark gulped his third beer as he waited for a response.

"You're too stupid to be able to do that." Norway stopped talking to his troll and walked towards the tall Danish man.

"Hey! You want to bet? I could so distract them!"

"Hah, how? With your fat body?"

"You know damn well that I am not fat! I am buff like a bull!"

"Bulls are fat."

"No they are not!"

"They love Spain's ass."

"Well his ass is pretty fine."

"See?"

"Anyways! Let's bet! Let's see who is the better distractor! I try to distract Romano, you try to distract England! Ice distracts Seborga, Finny distracts Feli, and Sweden distracts France! The winner gets to do whatever they want with the losers!"

"B't wh't ab't Am'ric', Russ'a n'd Ch'na?"

"Uh…..Hey! Call Korea, Hong Kong and Japan!"

"Oh God." Norway proceeded to call the three Asians, who agreed immediately. "Okay. They're in. Korea gets America, Hong Kong gets China and Japan gets Russia."

"Alright! I'm going to make you guys my slaves!" Denmark got his axe and went to the door. "Oh, and Norge, you will be my really personal slave." Mathias winked at the shocked and disgusted Norwegian and went in the car. " Well see you guys soon!" He then drove to a liquor store to buy some beer and called his boss for information about the other team.

Divide~

"A dance party?" The TITS asked in unison at the phone as they heard the News.

"Yes. All the nations are going to be there, including you guys, but you have another purpose to go there. The host of the dance is Canada. Do not ask 'who'. Canada, the 2nd biggest country, America's brother. But he's on top. Don't laugh. Anyways. We need him. But you guys have to capture him and bring him to me. Don't ask why, but we just need him. Don't make it noticeable. Good luck." The boss hung up, and left the nations to think.

"Ugh. The dance is tomorrow, at noon. We just finished to do two missions, and I'm sure you guys are tired. Let's just sleep and think about it tomorrow." Marcello stretched along with Feliciano and slept the second he was done talking.

"Alright, let's all sleep, you wankers."

"Good night, aru."

"Ohohohohon~"

"You know what, Romano, you sleep beside the bloody frog."

"Hell no! I won't let him rape me!"

"Well, me neither!"

"If you don't sleep right now, I will rip off your penises, da?" The nations quickly fell asleep while covering their private parts, specially France.

WOOOOOOOOO I'M ON A ROLL TODAY.

I managed to upload 4 chapters! Yey! Now, now, what do I have to say now...

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Uh...Oh yes, the Nordics appear, and I have to say, I LOVE the Nordics! Oh, and personally, I wanted Germany to win, but Italy won, but Congrats, Italy! But Spain won, so Congrats Spain! Okay. Wow nothing comes to my mind right now. Uh, I think the story is finally developing now. Finally. Alright! Oh, and by the way, English is not my first language, so yea. Bear with me! Bye. :)