Quiet waves roll on a clean, nearly untouched beach. In the late morning sun, the sand and sea glimmer brightly. The Axis had only recently arrived, seemingly to be the only ones occupying the new land for the moment.
“Uwa! It’s so pretty here!” Italy chirped.He wore a black button shirt, which only had one button in place to keep the shirt on. His pants were dull yellow, that came down just above his knees. And atop his head, for some reason a crab clung to him. “Hey! Germany! Let’s go swimming!” Germany peered over at his beaming friend with a slightly irritated expression. Wearing a loose, white wifebeater, a military cap, and black, flowing shorts; Germany was dressed for hard work, rather than play.
“Italy, you know very well that we are not here for a vacation,” he replied with a slight huff.
“Yeah yeah! I know! But the sea looks so nice and-”
“Verdammit Italy! We’re not here for fun, we