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Britannia strode down the halls of his house, his military uniform pressed and crisp, noting the new names on each of the doors he passed, it had been a good year. He has finally managed to strike against the EU and wrest several nation from the Confederation, the new people and land freshly added to his territory added a spring to his step, the recently-conquered land adding to his strength and vitality, the sensation of millions of new citizens brought a smile to the Superpower's face.

Spain.

Italy.

France.

He passed the doors, each containing a former nation, each of whom were still in shock, recovering from their wounds and coming to terms with their new positions as colonies within Britannia . Soon however each of the doors would have a new plaque bearing the area designations that marked a member of the empire, the sign that even names and cultures of the former nations had been stripped away, leaving only another territory, a limbo-like existence, not a part of Britannia itself but not a nation.

Poland.

Hungary.

Austria.

The eastern territories had been far more difficult to subdue than he had expected, his first conquests had been easy in comparison. Then again he had been waging a direct war against the western territories for well over a decade before he launched his main assault, France, Spain and Italy were hardly warlike nations in the first place, even Spain at his height with his armada had been utterly destroyed by the supposedly weaker Arthur long before the latter had gained his Empire.

At any rate, the eastern nations were now his, and no amount of difficultly in gaining them would change that. In fact, when he thought about it, it only solidified his claim,

Denmark.

Switzerland.

Germany.

His smile disappeared, he was now entering the part of the corridor whose doors were made of steel as opposed to the Pine which the more docile natio- colonies were graced with, complete with large padlocks and guards who saluted him as he passed. It was these nations had cost him more than he cared to remember to conquer, but they were also the source of his greatest pride. He stopped and backtracked, causing the guards to sweat in fear that they had displeased their nation.

Britannia ignored them and instead allowed his fingers to glide along the smooth steel, four inches thick as per his orders until he came to the name carved into the smooth steel.

His hand reached up to a small panel set to his head height, unlocking it with a small key from his pocket. He pulled the panel open revealing a grill through which one could see the interior of the cell.

Like the door the inside of the cell was made of steel, ensuring the cell would posses a bone-biting chill on even the hottest of days, not that much heat could reach the cell, the 'holding rooms' of his house being set under a mile of concrete.

Room was bare except for two things, a thick glass panel behind which an electric light shone, brightly as if it were the sun at midday, of course this light never dimmed. Being sleep-deprived would help make the stubborn colony more easily controlled, and the two-by-two metre room and reflective walls would ensure that no point was devoid of the intense rays. The second object within the room was the battered and bloodied form of what had once been Germany.

Britannia knew the nation had once again rendered himself unconscious in his attempts to break free despite the odds by the simple fact that he wasn't spitting profanities at the Empire. In that manner he was very much like his impulsive brother. Britannia winced as he remembered the last time he had seen the uncontrollable force known as Prussia his ragtag army of rebels forcing him from the shattered remains of Berlin, swearing to personally drive the Empire from his brother's lands.

Prussia had once again proved to Britannia that the most important element in battle was the human one.

He shut the steel panel, once again sealing himself from his new colony, and turned to regard the other two trapped behind the cold steel. Denamrk had been surprisingly difficult to capture, just when Britannia thought he had him at last the Nation would find some method of escape, usually finding some way to take a sizeable chunk out of his invader's forces, even now Britannia was having difficulty in preventing his escape, the Nordic Nation's people proving themselves unyielding even against the force of an Empire possessing well over a hundred times the military they wielded.

Switzerland hadn't exactly been a pushover either, easily proving himself to be as troublesome as any other Nation, along with his marksmanship. Knightmare frames were all but useless against the enraged nation's incredible long-rage weaponry. Even in defeat he had managed to spit in Britannia's face by using the last of his troops to build a protective barrier around his beloved adopted sister, even though it left himself defenceless.

Thanks to Switzerland it would take years for Britannia to break through to Liechtenstein with the dense concentration of battle-veteran's and advanced weaponry.

Britannia shook his head and continued on his way, despite what people thought he drew no pleasure from seeing his colonies on verge of death, it just happened that if he were to allow them to regain their strength he would be facing rebellion at every corner, and there was no way he was going through the kind of losses he taken before to regain one of his own colonies.

He was now reaching the end of the corridor, to the last room, and the most heavily guarded, a full squadron stationed around the doorway. The last door was made of titanium, with several keypads and a Sakuradite-powered deadlock seal. Britannia hesitated as he stood before the door, then shook himself and typed in the code into the keypad, releasing the seal and allowing the door to slid to the side.

The cell was unlike the others, while the other's were in constant illumination this cell was in constant darkness except when someone unsealed the door. The door itself has a special seal so that not even the faintest pinprick of light would creep from the sides. Where the other's were small, cramped affairs with shined walls this room was spacious, easily twenty-by twenty metres, with dull steel panels.

The walls were devoid of any feature except for one, at the very centre of the back wall was a figure, clamped upright by the steel bonds around his wrists and ankles, only ever released for two brief intervals each day.

Britannia's resisted the urge to wipe his damp palms on his trousers, instead fixing a jovial smile his to face and advancing to the bound figure. "Ahh, it's been so long Arthur, you should visit more often, I get worried you know."

The Nation twitched, then brought his emerald green eyes to challenge the Empire's sapphire blue orbs. "As if I would set foot on your bastard shores with anything less than an invasion Alfred."

Britannia frowned. "Oh come on Arthur, no need to be so aggressive, we're on the same side now-"

"We are no more on the same side than you are British!" Spat Britain. "You may have me shackled but if you think that because you destroyed London that I'm one your subservient colonies then you need to have your head checked!"

Alfred winced. "Don't make this more difficult than it has to be Arthur-"

Arthur cut him off again, "damn straight I'm going to make this more difficult than it has to be, if I'm going to be beaten by the likes of you then I'm going to die fighting, I'm not going to become a slave to a rip-off of my own culture!"

Britannia sighed. ".. Well I can't say I expected anything else, you're going to have to realise that you can't win Arthur I'm just too strong, the best option for everyone is to just cooperate with me-"

"And I suppose that cooperation was the best option for Kiku too as well wasn't then?" Arthur scowled. "Last time I saw him he was barley alive-"

"He shouldn't have tried to break away!" Snapped Alfred, losing his composure. "If had just did as he was told he would be fine right now!"

"Yes, his people second-class citizens in their own country, being stripped of his resources to fuel his oppressors strength, yes he would have been bloody peachy wouldn't he! And that's not even the worst of it!" Snarled Arthur. "Even at my worst Alfred I didn't go as far as you have!"

Alfred resisted the urge to strike the bound Nation, Nation for in his mind he could never apply colony or area to Britain, it simply wasn't possible to join the two. The very idea that Arthur would ever be one his areas, the idea that his one-time older brother would serve him was so alien as to unimaginable. "Well maybe you should have! Maybe then you wouldn't be in this situation!"

Arthur froze for a moment, "... you know I never thought I would really ever hear those words from your mouth."

Alfred blinked. "What do you mean?'

Britain sighed, "you know, despite all these year's I never could imagine you becoming like this, the idea that you could do the things you did seemed impossible, some part of me never really believed that you really did the things you did. I suppose I was just being nostalgic, I should have realised that you aren't my little America any more, are you?"

Alfred stared at him for a moment, ".. I stopped being America centuries ago. I'm Britannia now-"

"Enough dammit, I can't take this right now," snapped the bound Nation.

"I not the rebellious little brother you remember-"

"I SAID ENOUGH!" Shouted Britain.

"I took your throne and made it mine! I'm the one with the power now! I'm the greatest empire the world has ever seen! And you? You're my newest colony, welcome to the family AREA TWENTY EIGHT!" Alfred shouted, his sides heaving as he let it sink in.

He had said it.

He had named Britain a colony.

A smile crept onto his face. At last, he had beaten his fear of his former brot- no, he was his brother again but this time Britannia was the strong one, Area Twenty One would be his little brother, and of course little brother's always got a little unruly now and then so he would have to discipline him.

"Get out."

Britannia frowned. "What?"

"I said get out you bastard, I have nothing more to say to you." Arthur looked away from him.

Britannia sighed, "well if you're going to make this difficult then we can keep you here until you learn your place, or until your people have been beaten into submission." Alfred suddenly leaned in close, grabbing Arthur's jaw and forcing him to look at him. "You're a part of the Empire now little brother and the sooner you get used to it the better."

He released his new colony. "Once you come to your senses you'll realise that being a part of Britannia is being a part of the future, and you'll never be lonely again, because soon all will one..." a slightly lopsided smile graced his lips. "Charles promised me." And with that he left the room, happiness playing across his features.

"Damn it..." hissed Britain once Amer- Britannia had left him. "Area Twenty Eight eh? Not bloody likely!" He sighed again allowing himself to be immersed in his memories.

*****

Britain levelled his musket at America, all he had to do to win was put a bullet into the ungrateful upstart and it would all be over.

America's eyes were on him, still defiant despite everything, Arthur's finger inched toward the trigger.

All he had to do was pull the trigger to end it.

All he had to do was pull the trigger to end Alfred.

All he had to do was pull the trigger to kill his little brother.

"Stupid boy!" He spat as threw down the musket. "I could never shoot you."

Alfred's eyes widened in shock, "d-does that mean-" he was cut off as Britain's first suddenly lashed forward and smashed into his chin.

Alfred F. Jones dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"I may not be able to shoot you but I can still beat some damn sense into you," snapped Britain. He bent down and pulled his younger brother's arm around his shoulder and lifted the dazed colony.

"God dammit boy what have you been eating? Bricks?" Heaved Britain, as he forced his way away from the battlefield, the British soldiers routing their American counterparts.

"Stuff that doesn't give you food poisoning," responded Alfred sluggishly.

"Argh, I should have let you go," fumed Britain, but he still held his little brother close nonetheless.

Author's Note: Okay people, this is a oneshot for now but if enough people review I might make it into a full fanfic.