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Disclaimer – Still impoverished, still not the owner of any sort of anime/manga rights.

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Milliardo Peacecraft had finished a hard day of being a certifiable loony and leading yet another bunch of nutters down yet another path of destruction. At least this time he got to wear some different natty clothes though. He wondered if anyone had noticed that he was just making it up as he went along. Relena seemed a bit bemused, but then the girl was a bit odd herself, what with teaming up with the greatest warmongering faction about for the purposes of world peace. She was probably getting over being locked in her room by Dorothea.

Treize Khrushrenada, head of the Rockefeller Foundation and owner of the second most pointy eyebrows in the galaxy (curse you Dorothea) sat down and took off his boots, wiggling his besocked toes and giving a sigh of relief. When he found out whoever had deemed those to be a good idea he would have them summarily executed, those things were Hell on his bunions. He poured a glass of badly drawn wine and contemplated his day. He had thus far been unable to persuade anyone to shoot him with his very nicely filigreed antique pistol, which was a bad thing. On the plus side though his men had exploded some sort of plot relevant satellite hanging about in space.

The telephone rang and he wandered over to answer. A familiar face lit up the screen. 'Hello Milliardo, how's tricks?'

'Same as usual, I still think pretty much everyone deserves to die and I'm beginning to think maybe I ought to kill off a few of my own bunch as well.'

'Ah well, at least you seem to be in good health. I'm still set on a bit of death, but with more of an emphasis on generalised subjugation, myself.' Treize shrugged and tried to get his eyebrows a bit pointier.

'Have you tried moustache wax? Dorothea takes it everywhere with her. Anyway…' Milliardo tried to remember what it was they'd been talking about before the ever-distracting eyebrows issue came up. 'Did you see the latest showing of Relena's speeches on telly today? She's really got a way with words hasn't she? I mean as a person, ineffectual as the proverbial chocolate teapot, but you can't help adoring her.'

'Yeah, do you think it's hypnotism? Anyway, I'm not sure we can talk given we keep telling everyone we're fighting for peace. Which is sort of true. Imagine how peaceful it will be when everyone else has died out and there's just us left.'

'But there'll be no servants. I'd have to learn where the kitchen is.'

'Ah. Yes.' This thought had not previously occurred to Treize and it proved to be food for thought. He did like the idea of no one ever getting on his nerves again with all their whining and peace talks and diplomacy and the occasional deeply kinky come on (he'd rather have a cup of cocoa really), but having to make his own cocoa was a bit much really.

They both frowned. 'This bears thinking about doesn't it? Anyway, I must go, I think the Gundam pilots have showed up and you know how stroppy they get if they think no one's paying attention to them.' Milliardo casually waved to his friend before cutting the connection.

'Ruddy brats. You'd think they were the sole reason this universe existed.' Treize drained the last of his strangely hued wine and stood up. Maybe Lady Une was in a funny mood and would kill him.