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It was a beautiful day in sunny Cayman islands. The gull were chirping outside. The waves were hitting the beach with a gently sound. And of course, the sun had crawled high into the sky pouring into the single occupant of the beach house bed. Such peace however was short lived as suddenly the door flung open with a bang. In the door way stood a German man with white hair and a wicked grin. A yellow bird was perched right on his shoulder.

Germany valued Italy Veneziano’s friendship, he really did. They had been through a lot together, and out of everyone in the world, the Italian was easily one of Germany’s closest friends. Other than his own family, there just weren’t many people he felt comfortable with unless he was, sadly, taking a position of leadership or authority.

There was just one problem, being close to Italy Veneziano meant also having to deal with his southern brother, Italy Romano. That didn’t come as easily. And finally after many decades of fighting (one sided, really. Romano was quite irritable) it seemed little Italy had lost his patience.

.Italy gave an ultimatum, Germany and his older brother go on vacation and try to patch things up, or he would no longer talk to either of them.