A/N: Feel free to kill me now~ But then you won't get the next chapter…which I haven't written yet…XD Whatever~ Also, I edited the story image and tweaked the summary~

Crumbthief: Here it is~

Mew I is Dinosaur: Why yes, yes he is.

Simple Shimmers: I know, right? Poor….er, who?

Pandora of Ithilien: Why thank you…and yes, yes it did.

Dreamers0rule0the0earth: …Shhhhhhhhh. Don't give it away~ And yes, May Mercy Be With the Superpowers. Dude, I'm using that soon.

Haluwasa2: Yes, yes he would.

DISCLAIMER: I will own Hetalia the day that Prussia stops being awesome. Meaning: NEVER.

Chapter 2

Getting to the Conference Hall, Germany had to literally drag Gilbert out of the car, the latter wanting nothing more than to go back to his basement, sulk, and read through his diaries; maybe go on Wikipedia and read through its version of his history. But, alas, the silverette was forced to follow his younger brother into the building and through the endless, pale hallways towards the World Conference (although he was allowed to sulk)

Both Germanic males sighed in relief. The room was only about half full, and most of the nations there got along reasonably well. However, Hungary and Prussia were there. By themselves, they weren't bad, but Gilbert tended to piss them off. A lot.

However, to everyone's surprise, the albino simply walked past them without a single glance, sitting at the very long polished conference table that sat in the middle of the room.

"He's feeling a bit off today," Germany explained to the others, receiving a few nods of sympathy from those who knew what the day.

Gilbert looked around sadly at all the nations once everyone got there. He fondly remembered his time creating chaos with the others back when he was a nation. He recalled being raised by Germania with his little brother, the Holy Roman Empire. He remembered standing alongside the latter in their battles, particularly Holy Rome's last. He remembered ordering Hungary, Austria, and Francy-Pants to keep quiet about HRE's amnesia, pretending he had died to keep Italy safe. Gilbert recalled raising the amnesiac as "Deutschland", teaching him to be the perfect little soldier, hoping that Italy wouldn't see any resemblance to his "dead" love.

He remembered his time with the Russia like it was an hour ago. It was the worst part of his life—not just because he was stuck in the damn cold with the Communist bastard. It was also the first time he felt truly helpless; the first time he wasn't able to protect his little brother. Not like his help was needed, mind you, but it was the first time that he wasn't able to be there for him.

Gilbert's thoughts were interrupted by his iPod being taken and paused. He looked down and became even more confused when he saw little Liechtenstein.

"These are some of my favorite songs," she stated calmly, handing the device back to it's owner. "I highly recommend it," she said, walking back to Switzerland.

Gilbert stared in surprise at the new playlist that was added. It was simply titled "The Songs." He briefly wondered how she got them on there, but shrugged it off, remembering how oddly high-tech she was. He hit Play All, and the songs began.

The first thing that Gilbert noticed was how meaningful the songs were. The first one was Riot by Three Days Grace, followed by Me Against the World by Simple Plan, and then Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz. He glanced at Liechtenstein in shock, utterly baffled that she even knew of these songs, much less them being her favorites. Guess there's a lot that Switzerland doesn't know about his innocent little sister, ja? A plan began to form in his head as he listened to each song, a slow grin spreading across his face.

I ain't happy

I'm feelin' glad

I got sunshine

In a bag

I'm useless

But not for long

The future

Is comin' on…

Gil looked around the room, evaluating each nation within it. Sealand would definitely join him, as well as the other micronations. They might be small, but damn, were they underestimated. Gilbert often heard Sealand boasting about how his body was actually made out of metal and could shoot out rockets, but Gilbert doubted that, seeing as the small boy was known to exaggerate. Then again, it could easily be true. After all, the micronation was one of the only ones to actually be able to fend off Parallel France that one Christmas, so that gave him an advantage.

Gilbert pulled out a piece of paper, making three collums. He labeled the first one WWIII, and wrote Sea under it, with MICROS written in small print beside it.

Next to Sealand sat England, one of whom would obviously be against Gilbert's cause.

The albino labeled the second column May Mercy B w/U and wrote UK.

Gilbert's gaze roamed once again and landed on the Russian siblings, immediately adding RUS under the Mercy column. He was about to add BEL and UKR to it as well, then paused. Belarus…where would she go? She was one of those wild cards that might go to either side. On one hand, she would follow her brother to the ends of the Earth and back. On the other, she would love to prove herself to him, and it was not widely known, but she would, on the very rare blue moon during a solar eclipse next to Hailey's comet (Aka, nearly NEVER), she would give in to Lithuania, and Gilbert had a feeling that he could get Liet to join him. He just didn't know where she would go, though.

Gilbert labeled the third and final column IDK, and wrote down BEL. He also wrote down UKR, seeing as she was another wild card, although not as intense.

Speaking of Lithuania, Gilbert saw Lithuania over in the corner, making coffee and talking with the rest of the Baltic Trio. Damn, that kid makes awesome coffee! But that was beside the point. That kid was strong when he wanted to be, history proved it. However, he and the rest of the trio were small and easily spooked and easy to manipulate. Hardly anyone paid attention to them, and Gilbert could tell that all three of them, especially Lithuania, did not take kindly to that.

Without a doubt, Gilbert wrote LIET, EST, and LAT under the first column.

Greece and Turkey…It'd be nearly impossible to get them to work together. And even if it worked, then they'd be too busy fighting each other to ever fight the others, so Gilbert wrote their names under IDK.

Gil did this with everyone else in the room; evaluating them and writing their names down under the corresponding column. All the G8 members were under the Mercy column.

Well, nearly all of them.

Canada was one of the secretly strong ones; the one nobody noticed, and he absolutely abhorred that, even though he didn't show it. Gilbert also knew he would love the chance to show his younger brother America up, and wrote CAN under WWIII with a grin. At least he'd have Birdie's pancakes.

Italy…He'll be the absolute special one, no doubt about it. He was part of the G8, but was always made fun of and ran from danger at the earliest chance; a perfect example to be on Gilbert's side. But, again, he was part of the G8, a prime reason to be against them. Almost every nation knew the boy as weak and surrender-prone, but he always had Germany to protect him (Gilbert was sure that his bruder was subconsciously remembering his time as Holy Rome during those times). After contemplating it for a long time, Gilbert hesitantly wrote under WWIII.

Gilbert ended up with eleven names in the Mercy column, ten names written under IDK, and…about 25 nations written down as WWIII.

Now that that was done, Gilbert was ready for the recruiting process.

In a sense, World War III had already begun.

A/N: …Well that was stupid. XDDDDDDDD Then again, it was pretty much just a filler chapter for what's next~ So, anyone have any ideas for where the IDK's should go? I have…Belarus. Ukraine. Belgium. The Netherlands. Greece. Turkey. Switzerland. South Korea. Vietnam. And Thailand.

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