Hello! This is my new story called New World Order. This is my first multi-chapter fic.

Disclaimer: I don't and will probably never own Axis Powers: Hetalia.

Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, Hetero, Blood and Voilence.

Pairings: 'Tis a secret. ;D

"One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered... I'm going to put a mask on and scrawl my name across the face of the world, build cities of gold, come back and stomp this place flat, until even the bricks are just dust. So you can just shut up. All of you. I'm going to move the world."
-Austin Grossman, Soon I Will Be Invincible

Why is it that since the beginning of time there has been a struggle between two different groups of people for domination? How come even though we are of the same species, we are not equal? Is it in the nature of humans to want power? To rule? What if, the way that the people of the past tried to take over the world was only Plan A? What if there was a Plan B? That none have ever considered? What if instead of trying to take over the world by force and sheer military and political strength, they could literally just take out the country as a whole? What if, by eliminating the country there is no room for rebellion? For failure?

A dark figure stood in his office looking at the various history books and newspaper clippings scattered on the table. It didn't make sense. Who were these figures and what were they doing in these pictures? Why were they there with the world leaders? While looking over the various pictures, dark brown eyes spotted something odd. These people didn't look older than him yet here they were in pictures that were centuries old.

Could those have been their ancestors? No, that didn't make sense. Why would these kids want to be involved in the world of politics? It was a dirty and unfair world of lies and deceit. And, even if they did they looked much too young to be appointed secretary by the president.

The small buzzing of the phone he kept on his desk brought him out of his mental reverie. Picking it up he asked the person what they wanted.

"Sir, Mr. Mravinsky is on the line and wishes to speak with you."

"Put, him through"

"Yes, sir."

After waiting a couple of seconds he could hear the change of line. A gruff voice on the other line told him he had been right.

"Mr. Mravinsky, why have you called me so suddenly?"

"Can't an old friend call to check up on you?" Mr. Mravinsky asked, "Oh, what has this pitiful world come to?"

"You know that's not what I meant," he said, "Now, what's the real reason you've called me?"

A chuckle was heard on the other side, "Always straight to the point I see. Well, some of my sources tell me that I could have the answer to your obsession over these young boys."

"What do you mean obsession?"

"Yes, obsession you've been trying to figure out who the hell those kids are since the day you found those pictures. But, I have the information that you're looking for."
"Ok then, what are you waiting for? Tell me!" His patience was wearing thin and this man was just beating around the bush.

"Tsk, patience is virtue Mr. Johnson. I want to strike up a deal. In return for this inform I want something that would help me rest at ease knowing that I gave this information to the right person."

He knew it. He knew that something like this would happen.

"Fine, name your price."

"30 thousand, and the information is all yours."

30 thousand? Could he really hand over that much money and expect to not be cheated? He could easily send out mercenaries to deal with Mravinsky if he really did make off with the money...

"Fine," He opened his account and transferred the 30 thousand to Mr. Mravinsky's bank account, "the money has been transferred to your bank account."

"Good, I have transferred the files with the information to your email you should be receiving them momentarily."

He heard the beeping coming from his computer indicating that he had received a new email. He dragged his cursor over the email titled 'information.' Opening it he allowed his computer to download the information.

After a few minutes a new window popped up filled with different pictures of different people. Looking at each one he recognized some from the books or newspaper. Others were new to him. Reading over the profile of a boy with brownish-blonde hair, blue eyes that seemed to be filled with enthusiasm and looked like was wearing an old bomber jacket. Something shocked him.

"...But! How could this be!"

"Shocked? So was I, but it makes better sense as you read on. It seems that these kids are older than they lead on."

"Older? These kids are walking history books! "

"There's more about them if you keep reading."

As he kept reading, the information he read became more and more shocked. He couldn't believe this.

How in the world would Mravinsky obtain this type of information?

"This is great and all, but if you don't mind my asking how in the world did you get this information?"

"Like I said before I have my sources." He stopped as of thinking of what to say next," But, let's just say

that this particular person works very close them."

"Ah, I see an undercover agent." He replied, "You really wanted this information I see."

"And, from what you paid. I can see you wanted it just as bad." He laughed, and then paused, "It seems I have somebody on the other line waiting. Call me if you require any more information."

"Will do." And with that the line went dead.

He hung up the phone and looked towards his computer. He looked over each profile and what stuck out in his mind were the ages.

Sadik Adnan, Age Unknown

Natalia Arlovskaya, Aged 19

Gilbert Bielschmidt, Aged 24

Ludwig Bielschmidt, Aged 20

Edward von Bock, Aged 17

Francis Bonnefoy, Aged 26

Ivan Braginski, Aged 23

Katyusha Braginskaya, Aged 24

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Aged 25

Roderich Eldestein, Age Unknown

Raivis Galante, Aged 15

Gupta Muhammad Hassan, Age Unknown

Elizabeta Héderváry, Age Unknown

Alfred F. Jones, Aged 19

Heracles Karpusi, Aged 27

Honda Kiku, Age Unknown

Arthur Kirkland, Aged 23

Peter Kirkland, Aged 12

Toris Laurinaitis, Aged 19

Feliks Łukasiewicz, Aged 19

Berwald Oxenstierna, Aged 21

Tino Väinämöinen, Aged 20

Feliciano Vargas, Aged 20

Lovino Vargas, Aged 22

Matthew Williams, Aged 19

Wang Yao, Aged 4000

Im Yong Soo, Aged 16

Vash Zwingli, Aged 18

Lili Zwungli, Aged 16

Who were these enigmas? And, what was their purpose? They looked like regular people- if you didn't count the occasional odd hair or eye color. - Their ages? Well, nothing out of the ordinary there- if you didn't count the many whose age wasn't known or the one who was supposedly 4000 years old. - Were these truly the same people who were in these pictures or were they- by mere coincidence - similar in looks to these people?

And, if they were the same people in these pictures, how had they retained their youth throughout the centuries? All these questions were making his heard hurt. When, received this files he thought that his questions would be answered. Instead he was left with more questions than before. He looked over the files once more and smiled. One thing was for sure. Whoever these people were, they were going to help him in his mission. And he knew where to start. With the small and insignificant.

So... what do you guys think? Is it good? Bad? Or down right horrible?