A/N: There was an AMV with the same name that gave me the inspiration. It kind of hints that anything that happens isn't going to end well. I have no excuse for the summary. Or the title.

I want to name all the chapters after songs, so if the titles seem stupid and unrelated to the chapter, it's because they are.

It's my first time writing this type of thing, so I'd appreciate any constructive feedback.

And here I begin some other random fic.

(Save Us From) Our Solemn Hour - (Within Temptation)

~The Take Over, The Breaks Over (Fall Out Boy)

The Prime Minister sank with a grateful sigh into his high-backed office chair, loosening his tie and shuffling a bunch of important papers in preparation for reading. He dutifully began to read, ignoring the sounds of people leaving for home coming from outside the door.

Soon they were gone, and he could read in peace. His head jerked up sharply as his door swung open, the shadows in the hallway offering no clue as to the perpetrator. He wearily hauled himself up and stuck his head out into the hallway.

"…Mr. Kirkland!" He laughed nervously. "I wasn't expecting you here tonight!" He ushered his visitor inside the office.

The man more commonly known as the United Kingdom wandered inside with a disinterested air, gazing around before draping himself languidly over the prime minister's chair. The prime minister knew the look on his face well. He was either drunk, or about to declare war on someone. Often both. He sat there, staring at nothing.

"Umm … Mr. Kirkland? Arthur? Are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine." He lapsed into silence once more. The prime minister tried again.

"Is there any particular reason for this visit? Because you're sitting in my chair …"

"It doesn't feel like I imagined."

"Excuse me?"

"Here. In this office. Behind this desk. Was it the same for you?"

He thought for a moment. "Yes. Yes it was."

"I want to run my country."

The Prime Minister blinked. "Oh. And what do the others have to say about this?"

"We're all going to do it. Most of us are asking nicely, but I've heard that Belarus and Korea are already fighting for it." He smiled a sad smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "We've been planning this for a long time."

"And what makes you think this is a good idea?"

"Oh come on! I am this land! I can tell exactly what they need, what the people want, and they're not getting it! You know what they need too; you're just not admitting it." He got up from the chair, and wandered over to stare up into the prime minister's face. "Let me take over for you. All of us, we're friends now, we can bring the world together. Just imagine it!"

His eyes took on an alarming fervour usually only found in the eyes of the supremely religious or insane.

"World peace! No debt! Not a single one of us would start a fight after some of the things we've been through, and we've even got some ideas for the flooding problem! Let me do it. Please. You can even stay on, if you like, and make sure I'm doing it right. Just let me run my country."

He put on such a cute pleading face that the Prime Minister nearly said yes right then.

What on earth were they thinking? He'd sat in at a world conference once, and there was no way that they were all friends. Sure, they all acted perfectly civil on the outside, but an impartial observer such as himself could see all the deep-seated grudges, jealousies, and out-and-out hatred, running just below the surface. The way Greece looked at Turkey, the way South Italy looked at his brother, the way China talked to England, the way Russia glared at pretty much everyone, the way Portugal treated Spain, the way Canada always laughed slightly too much when he tried to pretend he didn't care that everyone forgot about him – it went on. England seemed to think that they could all forget the past, but the immortal have long memories.

"And what if I say no?"

His expression darkened.

"I'll just have to find … other ways to persuade you." His smile left no doubt as to exactly how he had managed to rule the seven seas in his prime.

The Prime Minister thought: could he let his country do this? He seemed to believe that it would work, and maybe it would – for a time. But it was in no way a long term solution. They were too volatile, too close to the issue, their own people would always come first – in that way they cared too much.

And Britain was kidding himself if they were all friends. France had ranted at him three separate occasions about how much he hated English people: Portugal and China had done similar. America was constantly whining at him, in the hyperactive country's own words: "Hey, Prime Minister dude, does Iggy ever take that stick out of his ass?" The Prime Minister had responded patiently, as he had practiced with Arthur, and responded with: "Only on Thursdays." Let him figure out what that meant.

He'd even caught Canada on a bad day once, and spent hours listening to him complain about every single country he had ever heard of, and some he hadn't. But even that paled in comparison to the time he had tried to give Spain and Romano couple's counselling. Never again.

It was decided then. An awful idea, dressed up to look like a stroke of genius. Who had even come up with it, anyway? Probably Prussia, he decided. Thought it would be "Awesome".

A terrifying thought then occurred to him. "Oh god, you're not going to let Alfred run the USA, are you?"

"Well, that is giving me misgivings, but I hope that we'll be able to reign him in."

Hope.

"I've decided."

Kirkland looked up expectantly. "Yes?"

"I don't agree. I think that it's a terrible idea, and if you think anything else then you're kidding yourself."

"I see." He sat back in the chair. "That's … disappointing." He seemed to think for a moment.

"What are you going to tell the others?"

"I'm not going to tell them anything. That would just be embarrassing. No, I'm going to persuade you." He smiled the predator's smile of the mighty British Empire, which had once covered just about a quarter of the world.

"One way or another."

The Prime Minister knew exactly what he meant by that.

A/N: Hell yeah! I FINALLY managed to thrash this idea out of my head. I hope you liked it. I did. Well, actually I think I started out well and then began to lose it, but I'd like outside opinions.

Just to warn, it will have the smallest of small crossovery things at the end, but knowledge of the other fandom is unneccessary for understanding, and might even ruin it a bit, and marking this as a crossover would really spoil it, so it's just plain Hetalia up until the very end and now I'm making excuses.

I'm working on the cover at the mo'. Chapter 2 is seriously pissing me off, so I just wanted to upload this then crawl into my nest/cave of self-pity.

watch?v=qWJ8N5JSEHo

I literally got an entire fanfiction out of this one video.

Judging by how long it took me to get this one out, updates would probably be slow. Sorry.

If you want to see more, please do drop a review! You don't have to say anything meaningful, a simple hi would suffice. But it's nice to have them, even if it's just for the first chapter. Please can I have some reviews? I'm feeling a bit down at the moment and I just kind of want a fanfic friend...

Self-pity party over. Ta-ta for now. Again, please review. I won't make you for the rest of the story. Just this once.

Wow, I sound desperate.

Byee.