I really don't know what Genre I should put here... Maybe Idiotism though, or Being a stupid boss (does this word even exist?)

An apocalips started in the World Meeting Hall as usual. Arthur and Francis were pulling each other's hair. Mostly because Francis didn't like the British man's hairstyle. Lovino was mad at Tony because he kissed him on the cheek when he arrived. In public.

''Antonio Fernandez Carriedo! These people has nothing to do with our realationship! It's only for us! Do you understand me?''

''O-of course. Sorry Lovinito.''

And so, Yao was having an argument with Gilbert because he accidentaly destroyed a China Town when he was trying Al's newest jet out. Elizaveta was mad at Gilbert again (nobody knows why, but she always was) she was hitting his head with a frying pan. So poor Gil was under an unawesome double attack. Feliciano got hit by a cat today, and gained a serious wound on his head. Ludwig, after he beat Heracles up, took care about him. Kiku tried to convince Arthur that pixis weren't real, and that he lived alone; but Arthur wasn't even listening to him because he was pulling out Fancis' hair at the moment.

'BANGGG' a loud noise made everyone shut up. They were all looking at Ludwig, but he was still taking care of Feliciano.

''Everyone!'' Al stepped on the table and shouted down. ''We all have to calm down and talk about serious problems here! For example we have to stop global warming.''

''But you said, Tony's already found a way to hadle it...'' Tino threw in.

''That was a stupid idea'' Al explained.

''Told you'' Kiku whispered.

And Al went on bossing around and explaining his new ideas, wich were utterly different than the original ones. But wait... Al was not standing on the top of the table. He wasn't even near it. He was sitting in a dark corner next to Matt. Al stared at the man who looked just like him, giving orders to his friends on how to change the world. And Al wasn't even noticed.

''Hey brother..?'' Matt poked his shoulder shyly. ''Who is that Al on the table?''

''I don't have a clue dude...'' Al was totally confused. How could it happen, that he, the hero was not even noticed at the conference, and his part was taken by a dude like this. It's absolutely unacceptable! He, the hero has to do something about this! Anything. Because the world needs the hero! But he needed someone who was still noticeable. Matt wasn't good for this role.

''Hey Birdie, what's up?'' Gilbert flinged down to the chair next to Matt, sitting on top of Al. ''Whoops, hey, Al, I didn't even notice you man! Why are you so pale? Are you sick? And... Wait a damn minute! Aren't you supposed to be there?'' he pointed to the table where the stranger was still bossing around.

''I'm supposed to be there but he took my place!'' Al's anger was slovly awakening.

''Who is he?'' Gilbert asked knitting his eyebrows.

''I don't know, but we have to get rid of him! Look how he's manipulating everyone! He just made Kiku tell his own opinion; and he also got Heracles to wake up. And look! He managed to make Tony hit Lovi! What the heck does he think he's doing?''

''Ok... Actually... I have a super-awesome plan! Wait here, don't move!'' the Prussian said and rushed away. He whispered something in Elizaveta's ear, then did the same to Francis. Then he sat back next to Al and Matt with a self-statisfied grin.

Francis stepped on the table. ''So, mon ami, you are saying we have to beat each other up and find out who is the strongest in this world?''

''Yes! Exactly! The Frenchman got it!'' the stranger made a wide (or more like wild) grin.

''Ok, then I'm starting with you!'' Francis yelled ''I challenge you, American idiot!''

Everyone's jaw dropped. (Except Gilbert's since he planned the whole thing.)

''No!'' a woman's voice could be heard from the crowd. Elizaveta climbed her way to the table. ''I challenge him!''

''Sorry m'am but I was here first.''

''I don't give a fuck!'' the Hungarian woman stared at him with her death-glare and spinned her frying pan in her hand.

Then both of then threw themselves on the guy, pretending to be Al; and pushed him down so that he was lying on the table, his hands held by Francis and his feet held by Elizaveta.

''So, who are you, idióta?'' Eliza stared right into his eyes still with her death-glare.

''Let me go, bastards! I'm the leader here!'' the stranger yelled nervously.

Elizaveta stood up, stepped on his chest with her heavy black boots, and held her frying pan to his throat. The stranger gulped.

''I'm Alfred F. Jones! It's quite obious, since we've known each other forever.''

''All lies!'' Al stepped on the table. He was still half-invisiable, but his anger made him more noticeable. ''I'm Alfred F. Jones! This guy is just a ridiculous copy! I'm Al dudes!'' and so he held out a hamburger and dropped it into his mouth to prove it.

A rumour started in the meeting hall. Everyone looked furiuosly at the stranger.

''Ok, fine.'' he surrendered. ''I'm not Alfred.''

''THANKS!'' Al yelled punching in the air.

''My name is John Addams. I studyed that a man with the same face as mine, had such a high position at the World Conference. So I decided to take the world under my control.''

''Just like that?'' Kiku asked.

''Yeah, that was the plan...''

''Ok, you Dummkopf are totally unawesome. We don't need you. FINAAAAL!'' Gilbert shouted looking up in the air.

Suddenly a bunch of Gilbirds appeared above Elizaveta's head, and as the Hungarian stepped backwards, the little yellow feather-balls caught John Addams, and flew away with him.

A/N: Gilbert's super-awesome plan actually worked this time. Even if it was a bit retarded... But it worked, and that's all what counts.

Aaand. My new chapter is finished (hooray!) did you like it? Please request/review.