"As for other news around the globe," The newscaster paused for awhile and carried on reporting, "It has been reported that the country xxxx gained a new leader today. He is in 40's and has experience in the military. A lot of people are afraid if this newly elected leader will become a tyrant."

Those last words echoed across the whole room. Become tyrant they say. The man they were talking just smiled at the thought and turned off the television. After a few hours of his inauguration, he was sent here in this four corners with only a working table and a television just across it.

He was not pleased of the thought of having this small room as his office. His first plan after being elected will be demolishing this room and create a much fancier one in level of his value. He was waiting for hours in this wretched room and no one has ever knocked nor talked to him. He was getting impatient and switched on the television which you just saw a while ago.

All of the channels were teeming of the man's face. Obviously the man got bored of the same line spoken over and over again in almost every channel so he just turned it off. This country was in ruin if he wasn't elected, he said to himself to boost his self esteem. But he can't really deny that the country's military killed all of the officials and as a "unanimous" decision elected him as their leader. Of course he will not also hide that he was the master mind off all of those killings simply because he was proud of it.

He sighed and sat on the sofa. He got pissed when he felt that floor was more comfortable than this old run down sofa. He kicked the sofa from disdain and took the stool across the room. Great. The wallpaper of the room was almost gone, the furniture was bad and even the spiders didn't like to be in here. Is the president of this country deserved to be working here?

"Excuse me." One of the few living part of the congress knocked at the room and entered. "We've found him."

"About time." There was change of mood from the man as he stood from the stool. The congressman opened the door and pushed a boy presumably on his teens to talk to the man. "There was legend on our barracks that a country has an equal representation of itself as human who will not get hurt or die. Isn't that right mister?" The man looked at the congressman with pure bloodshot eyes.

The congressman and even the boy trembled from his gazes. He was evil. But they all know that from the start. He was the man who massacred the whole congress and managed to get away with it after all.

"Yes this is the boy." The congressman pushed the boy a little bit further to the man and continued, "They said that the growth of one's country is the factor of its growth. Developed countries like America China and many others have a really strong people like him."

"I don't care." He smiled and added, "As long as they don't die I'm fine on whether he is weak or not"

..

"What are you talking about?" Switzerland slammed the table as the man laughed at his face. It has been months after "the man" claimed war on the entire countries around the world. "I said," The man sighed and was simply enjoying the twisted worried look at the nation called "Switzerland".

"I said please let me draft you two in my army and I will let your people safe from this war."

"Impossible! I'm a neutral country…. Liechtenstein too." Switzerland was in cold sweat. The war has reached them as well. He didn't know what to do. It was a dead end for the both of them. All of the countries that "this man" set his eyes on were all dragged into this war.

The Nation Wars is what they call this war. The world finally gave birth to someone sinister enough to use the "nation" as tools for conquering other countries. At first, other nations shrugged about this attempt of waging war. He came from a poor land that he forcefully claimed so what threat will he inflict to them? But soon, a lot of countries around him fall one by one thanks to his invincible "nation".

"Aren't you forcing your opinion to the little miss?" He pointed Liechtenstein and gave of a very wide and creepy smile. Liechtenstein trembled in fear and hid her face from "the man". She was scared. "If you don't want little miss to fight then sacrifice yourself and I promise that I will keep both of your countries safe."

Liechtenstein raised her head and was shocked about this proposition. He was bluffing. He got loads of criminal record written all over him and blood on his hands. Only an idiot will fall for that. "I will think about it." Switzerland softly replied that made "the man" grinned.

"Great. I will visit you soon for your final answer."

Liechtenstein can't believe it. Her brother, her precious brother was falling for that obvious lies. Switzerland just deeply sighed and went back to his room. He didn't bother looking at his darling sister and say good night.

Will this really be it?

..

"Even….with…..America's…..valiant….effort….the…..w orld….was…..still….…into….ruin." The static news report was then changed by a pitch blank screen that Italy stared for almost ten minutes. Romano entered the room and said," Even with America's powerful machineries, "that man" kept destroying a lot of countries. How many "nations" have they acquired already?"

"Fifteen." Italy replied. He can't even picture how lonely and scared those fifteen nations could be, endless massacre and bloodshed everywhere. It almost made him kill his own brother to save him from this peril but sadly his efforts was in naught. "I wonder how long before this war will reach us? I wonder how bloodthirsty will I be after this."

"Stop that." Romano almost cried from where he stood and comforted his brother. Ever since the war broke, Italy kept mumbling creepy things like that. He was not scared but instead he was ready for the incoming war which scared almost everyone. Germany…Germany didn't even have the guts to see how his friend was. They haven't even seen each other since the war broke out. Germany was busy negotiating with the other countries to fight back and was planning on joining the battlefield soon.

"Romano, Veneziano." An old man entered the room and calmly seated on the chair. He was their leader and kept them safe in a faraway place that Romano didn't want to question where it was. "We want you two to enter the war."

Romano's face was in wide of shock. It finally came. He gritted his teeth and punched the wall near him. "Please. Please don't let Veneziano enter this war." He pleaded even though he knew that it was hopeless.

"I can't."

"Please." He kept begging. He would even kneel if it will change his mind, "Please. He isn't even his normal self anymore."

"Sorry." Their leader humbly apologized. He hugged Romano as if he was his grandchild and looked at Italy who was blankly staring at the pitch black television screen. He went to the door and expressed his sadness about the decision too.

…

"Romano you will be tasked to kill outmost 300 ordinary people." Not long enough the brothers were sent to the military camp and was treated as special ranked officers, "If you encountered someone the same specie as you back away as soon as possible."

"Specie?" He asked the man in charge once again. Great, he was now treated as mutant of some sort. The day after he was stationed here with his brother, he met a lot of different gazes and often heard things that shouldn't reach by his ears. Normal soldiers even kept nagging that with nations at their side they shouldn't even bother to fight. Pathetic.

"Sorry." The man in charge got flustered and hurriedly continued the instructions. "Your brother over there will be sent as bomb detonator at the center of the base camp near our country."

"Bomb detonator?"

"The bomb was too advanced that a detonation switch can't be added." Romano's eyes widened as he pictured what they will use his brother for. "We want him to bring the bomb to their base and detonate it himself."

"No way." He said under his breath. "No fucking way." He grabbed the man's collar and head butted him. His mind was going blank at a scene repeatedly playing at his mind. They will use his brother as a toy, a detonator. How fucking sensitive of them.

"This was my orders." The man was clinging to Romano's hand and gasping for air. "This is what Mr. Germany ordered us to do."

Italy was walking aimlessly at an unknown land. He might recognize the land if it wasn't in a total wreckage. Blood and broken buildings can be seen. This kind of scenery was actually what the world looks like right now. But Italy looked to his left and saw a large tower in half. He can't remember much about what it looked like before but he knew what nation was staying here. He was nice and a big brother to everyone.

But sadly, this place is now taken by their enemies as base. He needed to perform his mission. He held the container a bit tighter and went to the center of their base. A lot of soldiers shot him for trespassing but he could still move. He was not human after all. He ran around the base for a couple of minutes to find the correct destination of where to detonate the bomb. He was already limping and full of wounds when he reached the center. He detonated the bomb without hesitation and along with him almost 1/3 of Europe exploded.

[A/N]

There was a demon that possessed me one time and created this story because it hates happiness.

Long story short, there is this man who used the "nation" of his own country as a tool to conquer other countries. He succeeded doing this and was on a WORLD WAR scale between other powerful countries. With 15 nations and still recruiting for more, the world is in turmoil.

I can't tell more because it will spoil the next chapters. This story I think is worth 5 chapters. But if I hatch new ideas I will add some more and possibly prolong your agony. But who knows maybe the real agony is not updating this story at all hehehehehhe~

SLAP! I need to be exorcised.