(( I know, right? ;D Unfortunately, this is terribly anti-climactic and not medically accurate at all |D ))

Well, didn't he have quite the mouth on him. Normally shy, stuttering Canada was talking back to his big brother! Well, we can't have that, can we?
He turned the taser down to it's lowest setting- it wouldn't do any good if he knocked Canada out- and fired, pins imbedding themselves into his right shoulder.

"Oh, okay, thank you!" Italy cheered. "How about we go to your house; I haven't been in in forever." He suggested, staring up at Germany with pleading eyes.