Wops

Prussia took another chug of his beer and looked at Germany with his blood-red eyes,"So why didn't you take Italy like you
took Poland or Nethybethie?"
Germany looked into the sky then at the gravel and dirt,"I don't know bruder." Prussia cracked a low laugh,"I think you do Vest."
Germany shuffled his feet and Prussia set down his beer,"I'm just curious Vest, I mean Italy waz vounce with the Roman Empire
and I told you our past. Ze Romans hated us, plus France iz his older brother, and so iz Romano, ze paranoid frizz. Zould I go on?"
Germany grummbled under his breathe and looked up,"Zat all might be true but, Italy was my FIRST ally you know that. Hes my zirst friend not counting my family."
Prussia stood up and took his beer,"Yeah well, I zhink you should take him while hez hot Vest. You already have France,
take ze whole Roman package." Prussia couldn't help but laugh at the last part. Before Prussia went into the tent he whispered
a famiular word,"Zhose Wops."