Chapter 4: Mine

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Germany held the Italian in the air by his shirt and glared at him. Italy began to cry and  flail his arms in the air. The German put the red head down and spoke, trying not to yell. "Are you going to try to be trained, or do you want me to kill you?" The blond crossed his arms, flexing his muscles. Italy shook his head violently and started running with Japan. 

Germany finally began to calm down, when someone tapped on his shoulder.  "Hello Germany!" The German blinked in confusion as France stood next to him, winking as always. Germany blinked again and finally spoke. "What are you doing here... On my territory?" He put his hand in his pocket, ready to pull out a gun at any second. "Oh just here to check out your addition." France tilted his head to the Italian, gasping on the ground. "He looks... Useless. I'm sure there's some use for him. Cook? Personal slave..." France shrugged. Germany squinted at the Frenchman, trying to see if there was a different motive to this. "You aren't trying to steal my ally are you?" His blue eyes got slightly darker. France took a step back. "Of course not!" He winked again. Germany reached out and grabbed the french fry by his cloak. "You listen here, I found him, I'm in charge of him, he's mine." The German let go of France, allowing him to dash off and looked back at his "soldiers".

"Training is over for today, go do something useful!" Germany shouted. Japan saluted and walked away, leaving Italy looking up at Germany from the ground. "Thank you for saving me from mean France!" The red head grinned, his eyes shut. Germany stopped for a second, and almost smiled. "No one ever thanks me..." He whispered, looking at the Italian.  "Veee" Italy replied. The German nodded and walked off, leaving Italy in gratitude. 

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