"Several country leaders have reported great national treasures have gone missing over the past several weeks. They have not released any more information on what exactly has been stolen, but security measures have been taken to protect the remaining treasures and many of the world's leaders have begun to convene for an emergency UN meeting to further follow leads and investigations into this breach of global security. We will continue giving you updates…"

America smiled in satisfaction as he set the remote on his bedside table and cuddled under his sheets closer to his Russian teddy bear. The bed shifted as a large arm curled around the blond American and as his breathing steadied and became slower with sleep, matching smiles were seen on the slumbering lovers.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters.

Trigger Warning: Small torture scene, if you wish to avoid please skip when you see this(#) and resume when you see the second (#).

Ivan hummed pleasantly as he stirred awake; he had never woken up this comfortably warm in his house, with a warm person to cuddle up to in the morning. Blearily opening his eyes, Ivan smiled softly as he gazed at the blond slumbering softly on his arm. Soft snores slipped out from parted lips, messy golden blond hair covered most of his love's face.

Ivan managed to gently wiggle his way out of bed, padding over to the bathroom to go through his morning routine. Fondly smiling at the little things indicating the desire of his presence in Alfred's house, like the extra toothbrush in his favorite color or even the extra set of towels set aside for him. Stepping out from their room and heading down to the kitchen, Ivan thought about their progress so far. They both had a successful captures and detainment, and he felt like treating his sunflower to breakfast in bed, especially since capturing Lithuania was probably harder on Alfred than he'd be willing to admit.

Peering at the contents of the fridge and cabinets, Ivan decided to make a mixed breakfast of Russian blinis filled with jam and American style eggs and bacon; Ivan quickly pulled out all the necessary ingredients as well as a spare apron that was slightly tight on his bulkier frame. As he began prepping and cooking breakfast, he started softly humming under his breath, feeling inexplicably happy about the fact that he was cooking something to enjoy with his sunflower. Actually, just their situation in general, taking over the world, spending time around someone who actually wanted to be around him and doing things for each other because they want to, without expecting something in return.

Gently scrambling six eggs into the pan, he listened to the sizzle of frying bacon as he flipped the blinis, Ivan made his way through the kitchen with practiced ease, quickly plating the blinis, bacon and eggs onto a tray already filled with a cup of orange juice and steaming cup of coffee, mini bowls of jam, sour cream and honey. Grabbing utensils and tugging off his apron, Ivan carefully carried the tray upstairs to surprise his Fredka with breakfast in bed. Opening the door to their bedroom, Ivan noted the crumpled bedsheets and the sound of running water as he set the breakfast tray on the nightstand before climbing into the bed. His search for the TV remote was interrupted by a husky voice greeting him. Ivan looked up to see a freshly showered Alfred pad out from the steam filled bathroom toweling his damp blond hair, clad only in his boxers.

"I was surprised to see you here last night Vanya."

Ivan smiled sheepishly. "Good morning Fredka. I wanted to cheer you up, but I ended up falling asleep waiting."

Alfred smiled brightly as he slipped under the sheets to give his lover a morning kiss, careful to avoid knocking over the breakfast tray on the bed.

"So you decided to make breakfast instead? You're so sweet to me Vanya."

"Anything for you Fredka." Ivan smiled besotted as he watched Alfred scoot closer to him before laying the tray on his lap and making both their plates.

"So, what are these?" Alfred asked as he filled the plates with crispy bacon, fluffy eggs, and three of the small pale brown pancake looking things. "They look like tiny pancakes but my pancakes are darker and bigger than these."

"That's because they are blinis. They are more similar to crepes, but made with buckwheat flour and served with fruit, sour cream or honey instead of syrup. Try it sunflower."

Slightly curious, Alfred spread some of each topping on his blinis, but before he could Ivan grabbed his fork and speared a blini. Raising the fork to Alfred's mouth, Ivan's eyes met the amused eyes of Alfred who opened his mouth to accept a mouthful of blini. Briefly closing his eyes and humming tunelessly as he tasted the blini, Alfred opened his eyes to see the Russian's expectant and nodded happily in appreciation.

"This is really good Vanya." mumbled Alfred around his mouthful. They spent their morning in peace, quietly sharing bites of food together and enjoying their little cocoon of tranquility.

All too soon however, they finished off their breakfast and made their way down to the kitchen, washing dishes in companionable silence. Alfred washed the dishes while Ivan dried and put them away, playfully bumping into the shorter blond as he walked around the kitchen, each time giving Alfred a kiss on his cheek. Alfred flushed darker with every kiss until he finally finished the dishes and pounced with a flurry of kisses on an unsuspecting Ivan.

Their lips met with a soft smack as Alfred stood on his tiptoes to reach Ivan who tugged him snugly to his chest. Alfred gently prodded his tongue against Ivan's lips until they parted with a quiet groan. Alfred was leading the kiss, caressing all of Ivan's sensitive spots until a fine trembling went throughout Ivan's body. They stayed in the kitchen exchanging kisses until Alfred had to finally pull away, much to Ivan's chagrin. His lips were red and slightly swollen from their makeout as he pulled them into a soft smirk.

"As enjoyable as this is, we still have work to do." said Alfred as he lightly pecked his Russian's nose.

"Da, my precious sunflower. Liberating the whole world is not easy."

Alfred hummed in agreement as he led them down the stairs and through the titanium door where they had the cells for captured nations as well as their office. Opening the first door on their left, they went down a longer hallway leading to a door, Alfred opened with a passcode followed by a retinal scan. He opened the door to reveal their strategy room, identical to the one in their headquarters in both of their countries as well as the ones in their personal houses. The rooms (or more specifically, the tables and computers) had been built with the intention of synching with each location using one of Russia's more covert satellites equipped with the best encryption codes in the world.

Alfred turned on the system, inputting his code as Ivan did the same on the opposite side. A 3D hologram of the globe floated above their heads, slowly rotating as it bathed them in soft hues of blue and green. They both ignored the dazzling sight as they pulled out the files from yesterday that needed to review for their next mission.

Ivan pulled up the CCTVs of the occupied cells and looked on in mild amusement at the prisoners. Liechtenstein was still cowering on the bed, eyes red and voice probably gone from all her crying and screaming. Likewise, the Italian brothers seemed to still be in a state of shock and fear, though the southern one was trying, and failing, to angrily bluff through his fear as. Prussia, Russia noted with a smirk, sat subdued on his bed, blankly staring ahead at the wall. That was his handiwork, and he just couldn't wait to see the albino's reaction to seeing America as his partner. His partner was seen by those idiots as the hero of the world, and Russia couldn't wait to tear down that image when they were ready to finally reveal their true colors.

Chuckling quietly to himself for a moment, Russia began working on the plans with his lover. Perhaps if they finished early with planning, they could test out some of their side projects.

Russia was smiling in glee, practically skipping ahead of America down the hall where some of their prisoners were kept. They stopped first in front of Prussia's cell and America watched his lover fondly as Russia input the code to open the cell wall, America making sure he was out of the albino's eyesight, not wanting to ruin Russia's flair for dramatics. He leaned casually against Liechtenstein's cell wall and began amusing himself by messing with the controls in her cell.

"Good afternoon comrade!" he heard Russia state cheerfully to Prussia. "How are you today?"

"I am fine today Master Russia. Thank you for asking."

"Ah, so obedient, that's very good!" Russia smirked in sadistic glee. "That is good behavior to have for now. Come here Prussia."

Prussia looked down at the ground with angry, but fearful eyes, hands held loosely in front of him as he inched forward. Russia yanked the albino closer and held the nation as he snapped on a thick leather choker outfitted with a seamless device that only showed a blinking green light.

"Today, you will meet my other half and prove yourself to us. And remember, you shall be the perfect example that others will emulate. Fail, and the consequences will be worse than anything you've ever experienced. Do well," he said, gently petting the white hair, "and you will be rewarded. Understand?"

Prussia nodded in deference. Pleased, Russia prodded Prussia out of his cell into the main hallway where his lover was amusing himself by messing with a terrified Liechtenstein.

"Fredka, come meet our first servant."

America turned around only to enjoy the look of shock, horror, and then defeat that flashed across Prussia's face. His shoulders hunched over in despair as he stared at the smiling American, the icon of heroism, protector of the weak, and enemy of all things unjust. If he was siding with his former enemy with plans to take over the world, then it was all over...and no one would even see it coming. There was no hope left.

"Hello Gilbert," said America as he walked away from the cell towards Russia, casually leaning against his Russian giant. "Vanya says that you are ready to show your loyalties to the new order. Let's go see if that's true."

Prussia eyed the obvious couple with cautious eyes as he nodded obediently in response.

"Master—America?" Prussia asked.

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A bright smile spread on America's face as he nodded eagerly. "Real quick though…" he trailed off as he pulled out a phone and pressed in a couple of numbers before raising it to his mouth like a walkie-talkie. "Prisoner #002, activate shock level 1."

An ear splitting scream came from Liechtenstein's cell, Prussia watching in horror as the female nation fell off her bed, writhing in pain as she attempted to claw off the collar sending hundreds of volts of electricity throughout her body. Tears ran down her blotchy red face, mixing with the spit dribbling over her face and neck which was already covered in bleeding scratch marks.

"Tch. How weak."

Prussia yanked his eyes from the sight of the tormented girl to the sight of America smirking within Russia's arms, his neck being littered with kisses and small hickies from Russia. "That's on the lowest level, that's barely enough to kill a human, and she's crying and whining like that? We have a lot of work ahead of us if this is the state of most nations. Deactivate Prisoner #002's shock level."

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Liechtenstein's screams slowly petered off only to be replaced by sobbing as she curled up into a small ball, clutching at her bleeding throat as she whimpered something that sounded like 'Big Brother'. Prussia looked on in sorrow as he realized why America had randomly tortured her in front of him. America was just as ruthless as Russia, and was showing Prussia that he wasn't to be underestimated and thought of as weak or nice anymore. He was just as much a threat as Russia was and it'd be in Prussia's best interest if he didn't forget.

Russia nudged America softly in his arms. "My sweet sunflower, let's take Prussia to his new position now."

"Okay."

America and Russia walked through the hallways, not even checking to see if Prussia was following, until they finally opened a large garage filled with various cars, trucks, SUVs, and even military issued vehicles like the large Jeep that America clambered into. Sitting in the driver's seat, America cheerfully patted at the passenger's seat to indicate where he wanted Prussia to sit. Looking hesitantly at Russia, who smiled creepily back, Prussia clambered into the passenger seat, shuddering slightly as he heard Russia settle behind him. Humming a pop song under his breath, America hit the garage door button as he started the vehicle and drove out the garage.

Once reaching the main roads, they drove off into what appeared to be farmland, though Prussia was too nervous to take more than a few peeks up from his clammy hands clasped together. They drove for about an hour before they arrived at what appeared to be a military academy, judging by the many young adults milling about in military uniform, though they didn't appear to be wearing any American uniform Prussia had seen before. As they entered through the security gate, the guard curiously glancing at Prussia before waving them in, Prussia noted that most of the cadets he overheard speaking spoke either English or Russian with surprising fluency for how long he assumed they started this combined takeover.

Though...some buildings looked a few years old instead of months, like he thought it would. Driving deeper into the campus, they reached the central plaza building where America parked and made a 'get out' motion as he and Russia climbed out the car. Following the younger nation into the plain building on campus that only had "Training Center" to separate it from the rest, Prussia began to get an inkling of what his new job would be.

They entered the building, walking down the hallway to the big double doors, most likely leading to a gym of some sort. Classroom doors lined the hall and brief glances showed cadets in various classes; doing various physical exercises, martial arts, and even a mock battle. America, Prussia, and Russia made it to the double doors and with a quick push and smirk, America led the way in.

It was a gym the size of a small stadium filled with over 100 cadets milling about until someone noticed the nations by the door.

"Their Majesties are present!" someone yelled within the crowd and within moments, all the cadets were standing in military parade rest, though their heads were bowed in deference.

"Hello cadets." Russia said in a regular voice, his voice still perfectly clear despite the amount of people in the large room. "How are you today?"

"Fine, sir!" the cadets yelled in unison.

"Is this the senior class of cadets?" continued America as he stood off to the side, Prussia standing complacently next to him.

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. Cadets, begin your basic drills." said America.

"Sir, yes sir!"

As the cadets began going through their drills, Russia and America looked at Prussia who had been quietly observing everything from under his bangs. He straightened up when he felt the gaze of the other two nations but still kept his head down in deference.

"Prussia, your job will be to assist in training cadets." Red eyes flew up in surprise at their words, he didn't really think they would let him have such authority.

"You will be placed in this position due to your experience in military training and tactics, of which you have always been one of the best in the world. The head officer will supervise you to insure your good behavior. Do well and you shall rise in power and prestige within the new order. Fail, and you will return to your cell for retraining. Are we understood?" questioned America as he stared unwaveringly at Prussia.

"Sirs, you would allow me to do this?" Prussia asked.

"Of course we will, this is your chance to prove yourself to us and to the regime about what you can do; we know you won't disappoint us. You will provide the foundation from which our troops will flourish and spread our message across the globe." America answered passionately.

Russia continued in a similar tone, eyes wide with manic excitement. "You are to become a vital member of the new order. You shall never be forgotten or left behind ever again. All you have to do is obey and do a good job. You can do this for us, right?"

Prussia felt so overwhelmed. Alone, both nations were powerful with their own influence on people and nations alike, but together? Joined together, they were like the Sun, using their gravity to pull people in closer with their shared presence and charisma even as they were being slowly burned from the heat. Prussia felt like he was put in a trance, his desires to be valued, to be important again and not a forgotten relic laid out before him by their persuasive words.

Prussia knew he should say no. Face whatever torment Russia and America had in store until he could (hopefully) be saved by his brother and friends. Bring down the regime before it could truly become a force to reckon with.

"Yes, I understand sir." Prussia replied as he replicated the salute the cadets had done earlier.

Russia and America smiled at him with pride as they gestured for him to join the head officer overseeing the drills. The couple watched for a few moments as the white haired nation was integrated into the training group before they quietly made their way out the room and building.

"It seems that your solution on where to put Prussia will be paying off, sunflower." remarked Russia as they climbed into the Jeep, this time with Russia in the driver's seat.

"It was easy after what you've told me about Prussia's character and the observations of his interactions with other nations; Prussia is needy, he needs the stability of being needed and useful from others. Once you understand that, it's pathetically easy to manipulate him where we want him." America said as he lounged in the passenger seat, feet propped up on the dashboard and one hand resting on the Russian's thigh while the other fiddled with his phone. The paler blond rolled his eyes fondly as he laced his fingers with his American, eyes never leaving the road as he drove back to their home (and the fact that he could say their home would never be tiring).

"So what's next on the agenda?" asked America.

"Let's liberate some more nations."