Takeover_Part 1: Two? "Vehh...Germany, where's Japan? He wasn't here for dinner last-a night..." a smallish, brunette man whined. He laid his head on the spotless table cloth, looking exhausted. "Germany" sighed, shrugging. The duo's black haired friend had said he was going to look for a certain manga late the day before, and hadn't returned yet. It was the next morning, a lovely Tuesday. The birds were singing, the bread was baking, and it seemed as though nature had really kicked itself into gear. However... "I don't know, Italia. Maybe
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