He held up a hand, calling his people to a halt. Bringing a finger to his lips, the leader slowly pulled his sniper rifle off his back and peered through the scope.

His military cap was a dark grey colour and he wore his nation's dark green military uniform. A thin belt hung over his right shoulder and was connected to the one around his waist by a thick pocket full of grenades. He wore long dark green pants, the edges tucked into his tall black boots. His brown eyes seemed to be shining with a reddish glow as he lowered his sniper.

His curl twirled downwards and its ahoge scowled on the right side of his face, bouncing ever so slightly when he pushed his bangs out of his eyes. A long braid cascaded down his back, tied at the end with a red ribbon.

"We are close," North Korea said, putting his rifle back into its holster on his back. Then, he proceeded to lead his troops down the slope of the hill and into the trees.

Ahead, the French city of Lyon was burning.


"Burn," Feliciano shouted, "Burn it all down!" His soldiers held up lighters and wooden torches and set the buildings they passed aflame. The colours of red and yellow danced behind them as they pressed forward. Stones from the path were upturned and they piled up along the road. The French and English soldiers pulled back, yelling out exclamations of retreat. For once, both England and France were in agreement as they helped each other's people get out.

The Italian nation smirked, twirling a dagger before throwing it. The blade dug into a French man's back. He fell, dropping his gun onto the dirt. Feliciano made his way towards the soldier, kicking the gun out of the man's reach. He pulled out his knife and fired his pistol into the man's head before continuing on. His violet eyes reflected the flames around him and his smirk twisted into an evil grin.


"Stop." North Korea's people halted at their nation's command. Then, with a wave, they all drew their weapons and split up. The nation led a small team of other snipers to the roof tops and they hurried towards the edge of the city.


Feliciano continued his push, his soldiers burning up anything they passed. Up further ahead, France tripped and was helped up by England. The Brit threw his rival's arm over his shoulder and guided him.


Another hand signal. The snipers raised their guns and pointed them down. They could see all of the people below, soldiers and civilians, making their way out of Lyon ahead of the raging fires. North zoomed in with his scope and finally found who he was looking for. With a grim command, the people fired.


Both French and English soldiers fell and Feliciano blinked in surprise. He looked up to the buildings and saw them.


North reloaded his sniper and aimed once more. He had missed his target because England had seen him. For a moment, his eyes met Italy's. He nodded in acknowledgement, and fired.


France cried out, blood spurting from the bullet wound that hit him in the head. He fell unconscious. England looked up once more to the buildings and snarled. He lifted France up and carried him away through the burning streets.


Feliciano smirked and gave North a sharp salute. Then, he ordered his people not to shoot the North Koreans.

Together, Feliciano Vargas and Im Hyung Soo chased the French and English out of Lyon and claimed it in the name of the SIA Alliance.