AN: I'm sorry, I'm a bad girl. I am a very bad girl. I should be working on other stories but no, I'm working on this. I actually have a bunch done so far, hope ya'll like it. All translations can from Google Translate, so pardon if they are wrong. Along with anything else that may be wrong. My OC Costa Rica is in this, if you don't know her already. Her name is Camilla Madrigal. There are also various pairings in this, both forced and not. In this, North and South Italy are two different countries, Prussia has his own country again, and Liechtenstein is an adult. There are also three teams in this.

Preservation Bond: Austria, Canada, China, Costa Rica, Iceland, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, North Italy, South Italy, Switzerland. - Want World Peace and are attempting to gain it, were challenged by the DFU.

Passive-Fight Union: America, Finland, France, Japan, Norway, Poland, Prussia, South Korea, Taiwan, Ukraine. - Want all of the fighting to stop and are attempting to stop the war forcefully, only managed to make it worse.

Dominance Forcers United: Belarus, Denmark, England, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Mexico, Russia, Spain, Sweden. - Are attempting to show the world that violence and strength are what is really needed, and started with trying to wipe out the PB.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my character Camilla Madrigal. I am poor, do not sue me, you'll get nothing.

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"So, Costa Rica, good to see you." The Tico looked over at the Austrian who sat across the room. She nodded politely to him and the rest of the room, taking her place at the table.

Austria sat of the head of this table, hands clasped as he looked at the few people before him. He took a count: four were missing.

"Where are the others?" he asked. He was now the leader of the Preservation Bond, and was trying to keep everyone together – even though now they had become targets of both opponents. He wasn't completely thrilled with his leadership either, as now he had to have meetings with the other two – America and Russia.

Canada's voice was quiet as he spoke up. "Liechtenstein is home," he nodded at Switzerland, "Veneziano has been put on lockdown; they're hearing rumors of an attack from France and Poland, though we don't know how true they are. Lithuania's being watched by Russia and Belarus, apparently – he's also on lockdown. And China… well, I believe that Costa Rica could answer this more easily."

Everyone shifted to look at her. She folded her arms. "China's still at his house, and we all know why, not just me. He's under threat of attack from the Asians of the Passive-Fight Union. It's too dangerous for him to leave. That's why we have the Centro-Míngxīng Pact, right?"

Her voice was blank in the question. Austria nodded, looking away. "So then you listened to my advice…"

"Yes, I did." She held up her left hand, a single gold ring on it. "Through the Pact our countries were allied within the Preservation Bond, marrying us effectively. If he's in trouble, I come to help, and vice-versa. I'm currently stationed in his household, my soldiers among his ranks."

Her voice grew hushed, voice deeply serious. "I don't like the sound of what's going on. Don't you get it? They aren't just rumors anymore. We even caught a Taiwanese spy. It's going to happen, and we could use more backup. This isn't just an attack, Austria. The Passive-Fight Union wants to thoroughly destroy him and his country! They think he's the driving force behind us, the leader – when it's you. Their mistake could cost him his life."

"I know," he replied softly. "We just have to make sure everything's safe. That's why we held our meeting here this time. So that if something happened, we could go into action."

After discussing several other advances and techniques, they were ready to be on their way.

Camilla walked briskly through the crowded streets of China. Only… she looked around, blood running cold. There was virtually no one there. This was Beijing, the capital of China! Where had everyone gone?

That was when a huge explosion sent her blood running cold. She turned, fearing what she would see.

Plumes and plumes of smoke rose over the part of the city behind her, fires spreading from building to building. She looked up, stepping back.

"Those jets," she whispered eyes stinging from the smoke. Her voice rose into a panic. "Those are Japanese jets! They're here!"

She ripped off her coat and scarf, throwing off her jeans. She threw her bag on the ground, pulling out boots and her phone.

"Commander, the invasion has started! Ready the troops, hurry, move, move, move! The country is under attack! Get me Lady Rosa Forte, right now!"

She had her boots on, now dressed in a brown leather one-piece that covered her body from her neck to her wrists to her ankles, leather plating providing minimal armor. She started running, flipping a gun out to her hand as she tossed her phone to her left, pressing it to her ear.

The reply was fast. "Of course ma'am, we'll get right on that. Switching Lady Forte to the line."

Rosa Forte was the twenty year old daughter of the president, Miguel Forte. She worked for Camilla in her spare time, and had been adamant about coming to China with her. She waited for her response.

"Miss Madrigal, what's going on?" "Rosa, is anything going on back at the house? Where's Yao?!" "Mister Wang is with me, ma'am. Something happened, and there's a wound on his chest. He's having a hard time breathing and has been asking for you–"

Something that sounded like a crash was issued from the other line. Camilla paused to shoot an advancing rogue Korean soldier, killing him instantly, before questioning. "Rosa, what was that?"

No reply for a while, and Camilla found herself running down the correct street. "My lady – someone has broken in – I can't talk, I–"

The call died, and Camilla stuffed her phone into her bag angrily. So help me if he's there, if I'm right–!

Her heart sunk every time she heard another scream, another bomb dropped, more gunshots. She herself flinched whenever one of her own dropped.

But then she saw the house she had been living in for the past week. She kicked the door down, throwing her bag down as well as she walked into the house.

She gave a breath of relief seeing the young blonde woman tied up on the couch, and untied her. "Rosa, gracias a Dios que estás bien! Escucha, llama a mi piloto privado, estamos tomando el avión de vuelta a Costa Rica. Tenemos que salir de aquí, ya no es seguro." She nodded, doing as told. Camilla carefully climbed the stairs.

She threw open the door, stopping at the sight in front of her. Lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood, barely breathing was Yao. And standing above him, katana pressing gingerly to his neck was none other than the man Camilla had expected all along.

"Japan…" she said softly, regaining her bearings. "I knew it, dammit! You're so prideful; you had to be here to kill him yourself!"

Within the next second, eyes burning with a hot fire, her gun raised immediately. She was barely in control of herself as she fired a shot, embedding itself in Japan's sword arm.

In his split second of hesitation, she sprinted across the room, spinning, and sent a sharp kick to his head. Blood shooting from his mouth, he staggered back before collapsing. Taking the rope that she had cut from Rosa, she tied him up.

Her attention then turned to the one she had been forced to marry and move in with, a friend she had though would be the last to fall.

Camilla kneeled next to him, taking him up into her arms, eyes stinging. "I was too late… we were all too late…"

The older one stirred slightly, pale from blood loss, voice weak. "Not… yet… s-still… h-here…"

She nearly jumped as another explosion sounded outside, and blood spurted from Yao's chest. Face gritted in pain, he cried, the pain becoming overwhelming.

"Please, Yao, don't… it's alright… it's going to be okay. We're already sending Icelandic attack forces to stop the attacks as well…" she smoothed his dark hair, cradling him close. "You're not out of this fight yet, you'll – you'll recover."

His incoherent speech was suddenly understandable. "D-Don't… kill… just… anything…" Her gaze shot up to the other in the room, who was lying completely still. Her heart broke.

She pressed her forehead down to his. "Alright. I won't kill him. I won't kill Japan. Shh, it's… it's okay…"

The second he passed out, Rosa burst into the room, eyes wide at the sight before her. "What is it, Rosa?"

"The… the jet… it's here…" "Thank you."

She stood, holding Yao gingerly. She nodded at the prone figure on the floor. "Grab him. He's coming with us."

"My lady – mercy? You're… why? Are we going to kill him publicly?"

"Oh calm yourself. I'm not killing him… He's going to be our prisoner."

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AN: Hope you enjoyed! R&R!