So, I decided to post this a different way than I had planned. It was supposed to be a one-shot, then, of course, I hit a snag. I have the first three chapters written out already, and there will probably only be 1 or 2 more, so I'm gonna post those and try to get over my writer's block. Anyway, I might post the next chapter tonight if I feel like it.
Disclaimer: You know the drill; I don't own Hetalia or any song lyrics used here.
-LuvableLittleMonster

"It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in."

The doors burst open, letting an ungodly amount of light into the – apparently – dim room. Everyone cringed, their eyes squeezing shut and some hands moving to cover them. When their eyes adjusted to the light, the various nations were surprised to find that Prussia stood in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear, in his old war uniform.

"Gilbert!" Germany exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. "What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the house!"

"Well," The ex-nation started, walking leisurely into the room, that slightly terrifying grin still in place. "I could have done that, or I could have started my own little war." Several gasps escaped into the frozen air. "You can see why the latter held more merit." Suddenly, the nations missing from the room filed in, some looking positively evil, others terrified. It seemed they were in pairs. Russia was grinning and clutching a shaking Lithuania by the shoulders; Denmark was lugging Canada around over his shoulder; France carried an unconscious Australia in his arms; and Romano had his arms and legs wrapped around Spain, although it looked like he was asleep.

Arthur, Alfred, and Feliks were out of their seats – and in Arthur's case, already across the room shouting at Francis to "GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF MY COLONY!" - In seconds. Gilbert burst out laughing, while Feliks – whispering "Liet, Liet." repeatedly – looked like he was going to cry and Alfred was about three seconds from throwing the meeting room table at someone. It being nailed to the floor wouldn't be a problem.

Germany looked like he was straining not to kill his older bruder. "You don't have any land Gilbert. You can't have a war with no land."

"Da, he does." Russia spoke up, matching Prussia's grin.

"He gave me back what he took after the war." The newly reinstated nation pulled a burst of manic laughter from his lips once again. "Then I took back what should have been mine." He added, yanking on a cord in his hand that no one had noticed. Austria – normally so poised and graceful – stumbled through the small crowd of nations behind Prussia, nearly falling to his knees beside the albino.

There was a collar around his neck, the cord attaching to a loop just above the hollow of his throat, and instead of his usual attire, he was clad in a black tank top that was too big for him – Germany recognized it as his own – and a pair of pants that appeared to be one of Gilbert's own.

Gilbert slid the arm holding the cord around his waist to keep him from falling, and then pulled him against his chest, using his free hand the cup the other's face. "When I rule the world, you won't have to wear this anymore, okay? When I rule the world, we can be together!" He smiled at Roderich and rubbed their noses together. "Remember, be good!" The Prussian let go of the brunette's face, turning back to the nations situated around the table, his smile growing more frenzied. Roderich looked ill.

I know it's short, but I'm splitting it all up based on the song segments I put in it. The next chapter is longer, and the chapter after that is even longer. Anyhoo, review, don't review, whatever.

~LLM~