Chapter 1

The Idea came to him during a world conference meeting. His beer taken away from him, Prussia was left to ponder while he ignored the babble of America. What did he care; he wasn't a country anymore. For now. Prussia often said that he would reclaim his empire and then the entire world one day, but he knew no one would follow him. Even his two best friends, France and Spain, has said they'd only help him if he got at least two others followers. His other best friend, Canada, had said the same thing.

And that was when it hit him. Canada. While he couldn't be one of the two followers, how he was became the idea. No one, spare France, America, himself and half the time England, even knew he was there. He never got to speak unless America remembered to tell everyone and when he did get up there people would either chorus 'Who?' or just ignore him completely. His own bear didn't even know him!

'An ignored country,' thought Prussia deviously, while gnawing on his lip, in need of beer. It would have to be someone not respected, but had at least one close friend. He scanned the room. First his eyes landed on Sealand, he was very ignored, but tiny and the only countries who would follow after him would be Wy and Seborgia, the other Micronations. Fingers tapping on the wood of the table he went to the next countries; Taiwan was too loyal to Japan. South Korea and his personalities would clash. Ukraine was too loyal to that disgusting Russia.

That was the springing of the second idea. Find someone who hated Russia just as much as he did. America shared similar feelings, but America was definitely not ignored. His eyes wandered over to a blonde pretty boy type. Prussia couldn't really remember his name, so the guy must be pretty ignored and he would send Russia nasty glances whenever the pipe wielding country wasn't looking before turning back to his brunette friend. He could work.

"Poland!" Prussia's younger brother gruff voice broke over his thought. The blond must have taken over during his trip to Twisted La-La Land. His younger brother, Germany, barked the name yet again.

"Like, what is it, Germany?" replied the pretty boy blond that Prussia had been staring at. Prussia instantly regretted even thinking about having him as protégé.

"It is time for you to give your report," said German.

"Oh, sah-ray, my bad," said Poland as he got up and went up to the front. Russia immediately glanced over to the brunette Poland had been talking to with a crazed rapist glint in his eye. The brunette leaned back in fear.

'He could work,' thought Prussia. 'I think he would work quite well.'

"Yo, bruder!" called out Prussia, putting on his mini- façade of ignorance. While he wasn't necessarily as stupid as he portrayed himself as and could even be cold and calculating. It had been quite a good decision to wipe Germany's mind of being the Holy Roman Empire, so that the blond man wouldn't know that his ignorance was a mask to an true face of cold, calculating, awesome, but terribly cruel ideas.

"Yes, Prussia, vat is it?" asked Germany.

"I was wonderin', who was that brunette sitting next to Poland?" asked Prussia.

"Who? Lithuania?"

"Is that his name? Why was Russia being all creepy with him?"

"Well he was v-one of the Baltic States…"

Prussia did a slight shudder. Everyone with sense knew that the Baltics were tortured under Russia's control. The albino country himself had had a little torturing due to Russia and when he stood for East Germany during the Berlin Wall. He had hated Russia ever since.

"So, West, can you do me a favor?" asked Prussia.

"That depends, Bruder," said Germany, who looked across the outside area in front of the World Conference meeting hall. Prussia figured that his brother was looking for Italy.

"C'mon, you'd do a favor for your favorite brother, kesesesesesesese," said Prussia, playing up his kesese.

"Fine," Germany sighed in defeat. "What do you want?" The blonde's eye still darted around, looking for Italy.

"Can you have your secretary schedule me a meeting with Lithuania?" asked Prussia. "Since I'm no longer a country, I don't have one…"

"Why do you vant to meet with Lithuania?" asked Germany.

"Defense," replied Prussia, lying through his teeth. After grunting a bit, Germany sighed again.

"Alright, but don't get yourself killed," grumbled his brother.

"Thanks, bruder, you're the best! Kesese!" said Prussia with a huge smile as he gave his brother a hard, but friendly smack on the back.

"Ja, Ja, you're velcome," muttered Germany before his eyes finally meet what he was looking for. He waved a quick good-bye to Prussia before running off yelling, "Verdammt, Italy! Leave Greece and his cats alone!"

'All goes according to plan," said Prussia with a devil born smirk before turning around with a smile to go talk to France and Spain.

End of Chapter…

Kai: Since the end of the school year, I've been meaning to write this story and now here it is: World War III: Rise of Prussia. I own nothing. PLEASE REVIEW!