Place:?
Time: 1945
The large conference room was quiet except for the ominous chiming from the old grandfather clock leaning against the wall. Only one light was on, just bright enough to reveal the three figures sitting by the table but also dim enough to keep their faces hidden in the shadows. On the table a map lay spread out. Most of the world shown was covered in a light blue, with only a few countries covered in black. The three figures stared at the map, and from the scowls on their faces, they were not in a happy mood.
"So is this the end," The first man muttered. He wore a camouflaged windproof jacket, zipped down enough to see the oily black uniform underneath. Covering the top of his head was a just as black beret, with a metallic Death's Head glinting in the yellow light. Compared to his two compatriots, who wore simpler field uniforms he was the most fashionably dressed.
A cigarette hung off his lips, breathing in and then exhaling the grey smoke through his nose.
"This is the end," The first man repeated, glaring at the map of the world, "Years of hard work and suffering, gone in an instant!" He roared, smacking his fist against the table. He took another drag of his cigarette, covering the entire room in a light grey haze.
"I completely agree," The second man chimed in, "We were too weak to stand up to the Allies." looking slightly irritated by the smoke. He coughed, and then glanced at the first man to see if he noticed.
The first man didn't seem to notice. He continued to glare at the map, the hatred he held for the object seemed to grow even more. "It wasn't just that," He growled, "It's all the Germans' fault that we're in this state! All this time he's been doing whatever he wants, he's been playing us for his own self gratification!"
He laughed bitterly. "Do you know how humiliating it is to stick by him for all these years, going through the same trials and tribulations only for him to blame all of his failures on me while simultaneously stealing credit for what I did?" He put his hands over his face, crying and cursing Germany, "He took advantage of me, he took advantage of all of us, and he doesn't even acknowledge it!"
The second man nodded in sympathy, patting the first man's shoulder. "He supplied weapons and training to the mainland bastard while I was fighting him," He added his own two cents, almost hissing out the sentence, "He looked down on me for who I am…" he sighed.
"He invaded Me! After years of being in his shadow he stabbed me in the fucking back!" The first man swore aloud, before turning to face the third figure. His angry demeanor turned to one of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to curse in front of a lady~" He chuckled sheepishly.
The woman let out a little laugh, running her hand through her long, wavy hair. She scooted over and patted the first man on the head, smiling sweetly at him. "Don't worry about it, hun. I feel the same way," Her smile disappeared, sighing and biting her lip, "He pressured me to join the war on his side, and then invaded me once he figured out I had enough of this shit. How dare he act all arrogant around us.." she was shaking, and the first man wrapped his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. He patted her hand, and she gripped it
"How fucking dare he treat us like shit and then expect us to bow down to him!" The woman was near exploding as well.
"I'm more worried about the American bastard. He's caused me innumerable pain throughout the years, and I don't think he's ready to stop anytime soon," The second man stared at the two of them, "Once he's on the warpath he won't stop until he's the only one left."
"Don't even get me started on America and England!" The first man snarled, "That Anglo bastard stabbed me in the back. He's the reason I had to ally with the German in the first place!" He slammed the map with his fist several times, even going as far as to lunge forward to rip it in half, only to be restrained by the woman.
"Please calm down! There's no use getting upset," The woman cried out, pulling the man back, "Let's think rationally. There's nothing we can do right now, we're too weak." She pulled him into an embrace, caressing his face.
The first man froze, pondering on the last statement the woman made. Before long, a wide grin stretched itself across his cheeks. "Of course!" He exclaimed, hugging the woman back. He even kissed her cheek, to which the woman let out a little flustered gasp. He looked at the second man, who looked confused as to the sudden rise in confidence.
"We may be weak now, but if there's one thing us nations have is…." The first man tipped his head towards the other man, whose expression changed from bewilderment to a sudden realization.
"Time. We have time," The second man muttered, his emotionless face finally cracking a smile, "We just have to bide our time until we can have our revenge?"
"Yes," The first man sneered, inhaling on his cigarette, "This war is almost over, but if we all keep a low profile for the next several decades, we can rebuild our strength until the time is right."
"But when will that be? And there's only three of us, how can we stand up to Germany and America?" The woman had a little frown on her face, "And you can't forget England or Russia, they're powerhouses as well."
"Oh, I can think of plenty of potential allies to join our little group," The first man's arrogant expression grew, "Look at Feliks. How many times has he been partitioned by his neighbors? I'm sure he's not very happy being under the Russian's foot again. And the Baltics as well. I don't think they enjoy being nothing more than underlings for the Russian once more. Or how about Emma? Twice she's been invaded by the German, I bet she's still fuming under that cheerful mask. Oh, and Katyusha and Eoin? Both of them have had hell under Russia and England."
He glanced at the other two, who were staring at him, "Are those examples enough for you?"
The second man nodded his head, looking convinced but still not very confident of this proposed idea. "In terms of raw strength, we will be at a disadvantage," He solemnly reported.
"We'll do what Germany did before the war: secretly build up our strength, test them out in proxy wars, establish secret trade agreements and treaties, except on a much grander scale," The first man chuckled. He stopped talking to cough up a lung full of smoke. He wiped tears away from his eyes and continued. "We'll have to deceive everyone else, make sure they think we're weak and irrelevant.
"Besides, that won't be the only thing. Sure, they may be stronger than us, but what we'll have is a vision," His grin quickly faded away, only to be replaced by a scowl. His voice began to rise again, his eyes narrowing into a wrathful gaze. "A world where the weak will no longer be abused and manipulated by the powerful. I want to destroy those nations that force their will on others, those that covet strength above all else!
"What I want is to change this world! I want-" he paused, taking in a deep breath, "a new World War," He took no notice of his compatriots' shocked faces. "A war so horrible and so inhumane, it will destroy the current world order."
"But-" the woman sputtered. "We've already had two, if there's another-"
"This is why we will lay low for decades, to prepare ourselves for the final battle," The first man interjected, "not only ourselves but our entire national psyche, the people will be ready to defeat those that have oppressed us for so long."
His smirk returned, this time more darker and filled with a malice unseen before. "They will not be prepared for our fury. They will crumble before our unending desire for revenge," There was a glint of conviction in his eye as he looked at his two friends, "What say you, my best friends? Will you join my crusade?"
The second man sat in his seat, silent as a stone statue, though his face showed that he was fighting conflicted emotions. It was after some time passed that his eyes snapped open, his voice steady and deadset.
"I have suffered for the last four decades because of a certain someone. If I must suffer a few more years to finally destroy him and attain eternal peace, then I am willing to do so," The second man smiled and nodded his head towards the first man, "I'm in."
"I've had enough of people bossing me around too!" The woman exclaimed, standing up much to the surprise of the men, "I want to show those bastards that I'm not one to underestimate!" She stared down at the first man. "I'm in."
"Good," the first man stuck the cigarette on top of Germany on the world map, "The world will fear the day Armageddon strikes."
Hello, it is me again! Yes, it's been how many years? Two since I've been active? I have been a busy man, and unfortunately I don't think I'll continue any other story I have started. For those that do not know me, hello, I am SuperSwanky! I've written a story for Hetalia before, but this is the first of this caliber. Though I've had this idea for a very long time, I was inspired by BlazeSilvermage VIII's Dawn of the New Order and Patient Harmony's Ve, We Totally Fooled You to start writing this story. They have both written two amazing series and since I've always wanted to write something like this I decided to give this a go! This will be a very serious story for those who could not tell. I hope you are all excited to read this as I am to write it, this will be a journey we will both embark on! If you enjoy this story please review, it will really help and encourage me to keep writing!
Oh yes, if you know who these three people are please do not spoil it in the comments below. I relish the suspense! And so, my time here is finished. Until next time, Adios!