Well, I've been on a roll lately, writing for this almost nonstop, and next chapter is probably gonna be my favourite to write. Let's get this [REDACTED SPOILER] started! /shot

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Now, when was the last time we saw a Conference? One of the early chapters, I think. ^^
I also named the president now. Johnathan D'wailey. Yup. Pronounced "Dway'lee." And the lady from the White House that appears in a few chapters is Astrid Macster [Pronounced "Master"]

:: çαи.т sεε α тнιиg ::

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[ One-Day World Conference ; 10:00 am ; March 9 ]

America stood at the head of the Conference hall table, prepared and ready to speak.

As the last few countries filed in, Britain spoke up.
"When you're ready, America."

He coughed to get their attention focused on him, then began.
"You all know how on February twenty-third I declared neutrality, yes?"

He paused as some people nodded or muttered their agreements.

"Well, I retract that statement."
He chuckled. "It was actually pretty hard to maintain, if you can understand. I'm not saying that I'll be going back into any wars, just that I am no longer a neutral country."

Alfred nodded briefly.
"That is all."

With that, he left the building.

March 13; Phase 4a; Dead and Gone

I understand that this world has it's fair share of idiot nations that it could do well without.
I do indeed look forward to March 15.

"President D'wailey? Alfred is here to see you."

The man nodded.
"L-let him in, Astrid."

"Yes, sir."
The woman stepped out of the doorway and let the nation in.

"Mr. Prez, 'sup, dude!"
"America exclaimed as he shut the door.

"Oh, all this m-modern talk- I'm f-fine. Thank you."
The man gestured to the chair. "Sit down, if you would."

Alfred grabbed the chair and spun it around, sitting on it backwards.
"Dude. One, this 'modern talk,' I totally made it mainstream. Two, I thought I told you to stop being scared of me!"

Mr. D'wailey cringed, before realizing it and sitting straight again.
"S-sorry. Sort of a fo-force of habit, I guess."

America narrowed his eyes.
"Well get rid of it."
He got up and pressed his palms on the Oval Office desk.

"I don't need a fearful President backing m when I start the next phase. Because if that happens, guess who'll be out of a job."

"Yes, sir! Of course, sir. Won't happen anymore."
oh dear God, I have to get my act together or he's going to fire me... Is that even possible?

"See to it." Alfred strode to the door.
"I'll be back in two days to start phase four-b. Get the office ready, and call Ganett. He needs to get his act together before Friday too."

The door shut with a loud bang.

His head hit the desk.
"I need him to do that- I don't need to waste them- but I'm just using him. Flipping it later will be a sting in my plans..."

He sighed.
"How am I supposed to do this...?"

His phone rang.
"Who is it?"

"Richard Ganett, at your service!"

"Oh, you." His expression turned to one of distaste.
"Actually, I have a question. I have this ally, but I'm just using him to do things for me. I don't plan on keeping him later on. What should I do?"

"Hm? Well... You have troops at this country?"

"Not at the moment- pulled all the troops out, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah; just asking. Well, send troops in- he'll think it's normal if he thinks of you as an ally- and take his leftover supplies or something."

"Hey... something like that might actually work..."

"Ha ha, I'm smart, right?"

The nation deadpanned.
"Yeah. Sure. Just make sure that you're ready by Friday- four-b goes off then."

"Yup, I know. And everything's all ready to go. Send them off tomorrow night and Friday morning, yes?"

"Of course. I should have known you'd be ready. And yeah, that sounds good. I'll probably talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll be set."

He closed the phone and put it down.
"...I... I can't wait..."

"Germany, bruder! Wie geht's!" Prussia exclaimed, practically slapping the nation on the back.

"Mein Gott, Prussia!"
The German jumped off the couch.
"I thought I told you not to sneak up like that!"

"Ha ha, I didn't 'sneak up'! I was loud as a freight train with a siren!" The ex-nation laughed.
"What are you doing that you didn't notice me?"
Gilbert tried peering over Ludwig to view the computer.

Germany shut his laptop with force.
"Nothing."

Prussia looked at him skeptically.
"Uh-huh. Sure!" He walked away, whistling."

"...what?"

"Oh, nothing..."
And he walked out of the room.

Ludwig stared at the empty doorway, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"He... he knows something... I have to figure out what it is..."