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Prussia stretched yawning. Personally he didn't mind breaking his word to France. He had said years ago that France didn't interest him, and he damn well meant it. Years ago a move on France was considered stupid. Now it might very well be even more obtuse with the country better armed for the war times they lived in. Gilbert grinned, war times brought about thanks to him and his awesomeness.

No this takeover of France was a purely defensive move. There had been news about France supporting Denmark in a rebellion. France plus Denmark equaled Very Bad Things. The visit to Denmark had assured him the former Viking was far too busy conquering his lost lands of the north to rebel just yet, but it did nothing to settle Prussia's worry. Things had been going far too smoothly for far too long. Somewhere someone was going to fuck up. He just needed to squash any thought of taking him on, before Francis spread ideas to those already conquered. Then it wouldn't matter, he could Gilbert yawned again, it was still hours until dawn but this was when the blackout was scheduled.

Paris would be plunged into darkness, back into the ages Prussia longed for. No lights, no phone, no modern technology for the citizens to distract themselves with. His men would move in quietly during this time, while the known troops would come offering support. Already people had infiltrated key positions. It had been done years ago, just in case, in case anything like this ever arose.

There was a flicker, then dark. No panic, not yet, it would take time. Gilbert stood and headed outside. It was time to put this plan into action. France would fall within the week, there was no other option.

Ivan changed shirts for once his usual calm self shaken. It had not taken him long to learn America had escaped, even shorter to realize the Baltic states had helped him. For a very long time there had been punishment for their folly. How dare they help him leave! The bloody shirt was tossed aside, waiting to be burned later. Right now Russia had more important matters at hand, like getting America back under his control.

A genius wasn't required to figure out where the desperate blonde would go. Though, it was rather uncertain when Alfred had left. That bit of information had managed to be withheld, and if Ivan wasn't worried about Alfred making it to England he would have stayed until he got that little piece of information. It was fun to hear their screams anyway. He put back on his scarf, the smile returning; he hadn't played with Arthur in a long while. And even longer since England had a backbone to stand up to him, Russia was eager to see the nation's attempt to continue its empire standing when face with him. He gave another chuckle.

Alfred was his.

It was never wise to spread one's troops to thin. You never would be able to supply back up if something happened then. Perhaps that was why his empire fell before. That ridiculous song 'It's a small world after all' came to mind, and with today's technology Arthur would make sure it didn't happen again. The British Empire would stand tall once again. Though this time he was more careful about which enemies were made.

The three biggest problems he could face were still aligned. England doubted Gilbert's loyalty to the other two nations. Why else would he make such an agreement? It wasn't to say that Russia or Japan should ever be overlooked though. Actually it would be best if he could somehow convince the other island nation to turn his back on the two said allies. It was painfully obvious that their ideals did not coincide. And that would work perfect for him.

Arthur smiled and shook the welcoming party's hand. News of Canada's take over obviously had not escaped them down here. He could tell by the worried glances, the extra military. Australia might be far removed from most the fighting but they still understood it could easily come their way. And England's friendly hand was not over looked when a potential takeover loomed just to the north, if not by the former charge then by the northern empire hungry neighbor. Japan had already begun attacks on India, a surprise to most the world, after all China still remained free from their influence. Arthur dismissed the thoughts for now; he had a country to convince.

"Crikey mate, what are you wearing?"

Arthur just smiled. Let the games begin.

Canada sat in England's house. He didn't know quite what to do. Right after he arrived Arthur had left. Told him not to mess up anything and if he left… well Matthew wasn't quite sure what the threat had meant. But he was sure it would be painful by the joyful way Arthur had said it. Honestly he still wondered if England was in his right mind, most likely not. Still… leaving was a big no no.

Though that left a very bored Canadian… or was it ex-Canadian now since he was technically a territory of England now? Well whatever it was, he was still bored and unable to visit anyone. Actually being this close to the other European nations did make him wish to visit them. Perhaps if he couldn't talk some sense into Arthur he could talk sense into someone else? Maybe Germany? No, he had taken over a few nations himself already… though that had been awhile ago now. Perhaps he was having trouble with them? Matthew could only hope.

He looked about the room again, there had to be something interesting to do in this house! A sudden knock on the door made him jump. Was answering the door out of the question? It technically wasn't leaving… or causing trouble of any sort… Deciding it wouldn't hurt to answer it Matthew stood. "I am sorry but Arthu…" he stopped door partially open to see Alfred standing there. "America," he said as if not daring to believe it true.

"Hey," the voice was raw like it hadn't been used. Alfred wasn't in the best of shape anyway. Dirty, barely on his feet. "Going to let me in?" he asked as if Canada in England's house wasn't a surprise. Though Matthew doubted it was, by now word would have gotten around. Nodding he stepped aside, America was free from Russia's control! With Alfred there they could stage a front and drive any unwanted forced out of their side of the world.

"I'm sorry," were the words that left Matthew's mouth as Alfred stumbled in. He didn't know why he suddenly felt like saying that… well he knew why but Matthew didn't understand why those had to be the first words out of his mouth. Not, a hello, or asking if he could at least fetch a chair before Alfred collapsed on the floor. His brother just smiled that same smile that used to be so boastful appeared out of place and lost on Alfred's face, and held out an arm for support or a hug. Matthew didn't care which he walked into an embrace either way He could fix his stupid mistake now, and hopefully prevent Alfred from making one. They could secure their half of the world, distance themselves… there already was oceans around them. A new start.

"I'll fix this," Alfred promised placing most of his weight on his brother. Matthew smiled at the voiced suggestion that had been just going though his mind. Of course Alfred would promise something like that when he looked so pathetic himself. The door was shut, Alfred taken care of, and food prepared before Matthew began to explain how that statement was going to require more work than America first thought. Apparently the conquering hadn't been enough for Alfred to understand, England was striving to become an empire again. That helping countries regain their independence probably wasn't high on his list of priorities at the moment, for anyone. This was a time for taking over the weak, not building them up, and America had to face it right now he was a prime target.

There was one thought that nagged both their minds as they talked. What would the world do when they found out that Russia was losing control of his conquests?

The gun shots, while music to his ears, were a surprise. This was supposed to be a surprise, one that would have France surrendering quietly. Instead Gilbert was hidden in a building with a group of men, shooting across the small road way at a different group. It would take at least two days to move his men away from the main part of the fighting to bomb here. And that would defeat the purpose of sending people in here in the first place- He wanted to take France with the capital intact.

News of Prussia's invasion of France had moved quickly. Already Germany was sending troops to the border to help his brother out. Well he had promised to side with Prussia- even if it was spent doing something stupid like this. Things never went well once France fell; surely someone saw the trend by now? Opposite of Germany though Spain was moving troops to help out his neighbor. This wounded Prussia's feelings a bit, did Spain not trust him enough nor did he merely like France better? He opted for the second option. If Antonio decided he wanted to share in Francis's conquests and losses, he could just share in being taken over. The thought made him giddy; Prussia never expected his empire to spread this far so quickly. But thinking about it… it made sense. First off he was to awesome to deny his conquering skills, second no one was teaming up against him, third it was all part of his plan. So what if his plan grew to greater proportions than originally designed? Like him his plans were just awesome- and often awesome things expanded.

Thank you to everyone who's submitted a vote for what pairings I should focus a bit more in on. You'll see which one's I go with as it progresses a bit more... I'm rather surprised how long this has gotten so far. Never expected it to. Oh well- hopefully a bit more happy-ness here soon. It's been a few chapters since any 'fun' has occurred and I'm missing it myself.

Again sorry for the wait.