Thanks to xxSparkle-chanxx, Kuro Ao no Neko, Gort, Dragonfire78 and Miss Akiyata for reviewing.

This is more or less a filler chapter, but it's kind of important. It introduces several 2Ps, and it also includes a bit of an explanation to the current affairs in the 2P world.

And do you guys know how much fun it is to create OCs, and then 2Ps of those OCs?

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 8: North and South

Black and White are not the only shades there are.

They need to remember that there are Grey areas as well.

…

Germany sighed. Prussia was nowhere in sight, and they had a meeting of the Northern Powers. As it was, if he waited another two minutes to leave, then he would be late.

Lutz had messy blond hair that he kept somewhat under control by wearing a cap. He had violet eyes, dark rings under them, and a scar on his left cheek. He wore a white tank top that he kept untucked, and on his shoulders hung a tan coloured jacket. There were scars on his right forearm, a result of being allies with Italy. His black cargo pants were tucked into his brown boots, and there was a knife strapped to his belt.

He lit a cigarette before deciding that it wouldn't be worth it to wait for Prussia, and to keep Italy waiting. The only reason Germany took him along was because Prussia knew a thing or two about going unnoticed, and could occasionally be used as a spy against the Southern Powers.

…

It was a completely normal occurrence in the Asian house. The four of them were fighting.

China had chin-length black hair and red eyes. He wore a black military cap on his head, and he wore a red Changsan, his sleeves just a little too short. His pants were grey and he usually wore black slippers. There was a black sash tied loosely around his waist. The usually quiet Nation was threatening his siblings with the butcher knife he always carried.

Japan wore the black uniform of the Japanese navy. His hair and eyes were identical colours to China's, only his hair was shorter. His katana was in his hand, and he was attacking his siblings with it.

Korea had brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt underneath a red short-sleeved shirt, naturally a little larger than the black shirt. He also wore black jeans and combat boots. He fought with a spear.

Hong Kong also had black hair and red eyes. He wore a black shirt and loose-fitting black pants. He was fighting hand-to-hand, since he couldn't exactly use his flamethrower in this particular fight.

They all paused when they heard an incessant beeping. Japan separated himself from the death grip Hong Kong had on his throat and went towards his cell phone, the alarm having gone off. He looked at the screen before he shut off the alarm, sneering in disgust and groaning. He turned towards his siblings, who were all looking at him.

"I have to go," Kyo said. "Northern Power meeting. You know how Italy gets."

The others groaned as well before they separated from each other, putting away their weapons. Hong Kong smiled.

"Oh well," he said. "Have fun. Or as much fun as you can. I'll make some treats for when you come back."

Japan nodded before he walked out the door. The four of them were quite close, despite what others thought. Fighting was their way of bonding. As though the North Americans don't do it as well.

In a world as rotten as theirs, family is actually very important. They were usually the only ones you could trust.

…

Brazil looked over his shoulder, trying to determine if anyone was following them. Seeing that it wasn't the case, he relaxed slightly, but didn't lower his guard.

The meeting of the Southern Powers was in India, and it was a little too close to the North for their liking. Which is why he didn't come alone.

Walking on his left was Argentina. She had wavy blond hair that came to her shoulder blades. Her blue eyes were always on high alert, and she never missed anything. She wore a blue dress with a black belt tied around the waist, black boots laced up and black fishnet gloves. She carried an mk5 rifle over her shoulder.

Walking on his right was Peru. He had shoulder length black hair tied in a ponytail and green eyes. He wore brown cargo pants, a camo shirt with a brown sleeveless jacket, hanging open. He also wore a pair of black combat boots. Hidden in his many pockets were a variety of handguns. He also carried a belt with ammunition, just in case he didn't have enough bullets in the twenty or so guns to finish the job.

He knew that it wasn't necessary for them to accompany him, but they were less likely to be attacked when they were in a group. And he didn't want all of the South Americans in one place, just in case the North decided to launch a pre-emptive strike.

The Northern Nations didn't get along nearly as much as the Southern Nations. Sure, they still had their problems with each other, but unlike the North, they could still unite and fight alongside each other. That was probably the one advantage the South had over the North.

They could get along.

For centuries, the Northern Nations had ruled the world. But now it was the turn of the South. The Southern Asians sympathised with the South Americans, the Africans and the Oceanic Nations, so they joined the Southern Powers.

The first to join was India, and he became the leader of the Southern Asians. He was also the closest friend to Brazil and South Africa. The next to join was Afghanistan, Pakistan and Bangladesh. Surprisingly, the next to join was Taiwan, followed closely by Thailand and Vietnam. Malaysia and Singapore came next, followed by Nepal, Cambodia and Indonesia. East Timor and Laos needed some convincing. Sri Lanka and Myanmar were the last to join.

They probably had to check on Oceania, but they worked on their own. They were fortunate that they were still against the Northern Powers, and they did cooperate with the Southern Powers most days, but they didn't like to take orders.

But, to be honest, the Southern Powers were merely waiting for the Oceanic Nations to join before they did anything. This was confidential information, and only the three leaders knew of this. So it was very important to keep Australia on their side.

They already had a slight advantage over the Northern Powers. They outnumber them.

…

South Africa walked through the streets in India, Mozambique and Namibia by her side. They were not only her neighbours, but her sisters. She trusted them more than most. The only others she trusted as much was the Southern African Union, of which Namibia was a member, but not Mozambique. Mozambique had to keep an eye on their mutual neighbour, Zimbabwe. He had a habit to do things for his own benefit, including betraying his allies. And since Mozambique was with her, she had Botswana do the babysitting.

The three of them looked a lot alike, with minor differences. Namibia had platinum blond hair with violet eyes. Her Germanic heritage was clear in the bored expression in her eyes. She wore a simple blue tee-shirt with a pair of shorts and flip-flops.

Mozambique had black hair and brown eyes, just like South Africa. The biggest difference to tell them apart was the fact that Mozambique had darker skin then her sister. She also preferred to keep her hair in a high ponytail. She wore an oversized red shirt with a pair of jeans and white sneakers. She also had a rifle over her shoulder.

The South African trio kept close to each other. Always.

She saw Brazil coming from the other side of the street and moved to join him.

"Ola, Brazilia," she said, before she actually joined him.

He turned around, along with the others, and as soon as he saw her relaxed.

"Alida," he greeted. "You should give more warning."

"I did," she said. "Besides, Ricardo, who else in India would call you 'Brazilia'?"

"There's always Portugal."

"He doesn't have access here, remember," Mozambique pointed out. "And besides, I call you that."

"Sim," Brazil nodded.

Namibia sighed, being the only one with no Portuguese or Spanish history.

"Has Australia contacted you yet?" Brazil asked.

"Not yet," she sighed. "But at least the Northern Powers hasn't gained an advantage."

"We're still the top dogs, so to speak."

…

Italy checked his watch and sighed, turning to face his younger brother. Seborga was reading a book, and it was time for him to leave. A meeting of the Powers was no place for a Micronation.

Seborga had dark red hair and red eyes. He wore a black suit, tailored by Romano, and Italy had to admit that the younger looked nice in it. He was extremely pale, preferring to stay indoors instead of going outdoors. He was afraid of the prospect of running into a woman. The youngest never knew what to do when confronted with a girl, especially a pretty one.

"Francesco," Luciano said, and the younger man looked up at him. "I think it's about time you go. Germany and Japan are on their way."

Francesco sighed, marking the page he was reading. He didn't complain, knowing that he needed to make himself scarce. The Micronations weren't welcome in the meetings of the actual Nations, and the consequences tended to be severe.

Seborga knew, deep down, that in the end, Italy was just trying to protect him. No one would think that Veneziano would be able to be compassionate, but only Seborga saw that side. Not even Romano knew that that side existed to that extent. Sure, Veneziano would show it in small amounts towards Romano, but he wasn't immune to his younger brother's cruelty. Only Seborga could say that he never experienced his brother's cruelty.

…

England sighed happily, looking through the mirror. Arthur was still looking through the books, along with the others, and they were clearly getting crankier the more time passed. He still found it amusing that they needed so much sleep.

His doorbell rang, and he happily went to the door. Standing at the door were his four brothers.

Scotland had black hair and blue eyes. He wore a light blue shirt with a kilt and knee-high white socks with black shoes.

Wales had dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a green tee-shirt and baggy jeans.

The Ireland twins had dark blond hair and blue eyes. Ireland wore a bright yellow jumpsuit while Northern Ireland wore a neon orange. Both of them preferred to keep their hair messy.

Oliver smirked when he saw them. He always enjoyed spending time with his brothers.

…

Estonia glared at the device before shoving it aside, annoyed out of his mind. He couldn't figure out anything that had to do with technology.

Not even his very old cell phone.

Why couldn't they simply write letters and mail them, like they had done for centuries?

Kristofer had messy brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a light green shirt and a pair of slim-fitting blue pants underneath a baggy pair of brown overalls, stained with blood, tucked into black boots. Over the overalls he wore a utility belt, the only thing on it being a large hammer caked with blood.

Latvia entered the room, looking at him with a bit of disdain before sitting down, reading a book. They were at the kitchen table of Estonia's home. They would've gone to Lithuania's, but the eldest Baltic had been busy with Poland for a while, which could only mean that they were playing a game. The younger two Baltics were silently sympathetic for the poor unfortunate soul they chose as their victim this time.

Davis had shocking red hair and golden eyes. The quiet Baltic wore a simple black shirt with a pair of jeans, also splattered in blood. His white sneakers also had blood stains on them. On the Latvian's belt were a lot of pockets where he kept his many knives, darts, and a gun.

"Latvia," Estonia said, and a slight incline of the head was the only hint he had that the other was listening, "how do I send a missed call? Finland asked me to send him one when I have time, but I have no idea what to do."

…

Australia handed his koala a piece of eucalyptus, and the creature took it gratefully. She was a sweet thing, and Australia adored her. Of course, no one else could get even a percentage of the affection the Australian gave his pet. No one else ever received kindness from him.

He preferred to spend time with animals more than people, and his clothes, which were outfitted for camping, reflected that. Basically, a khaki shirt and shorts, and black hiking boots. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and there was a scar over his nose, and another on his right cheek. There was a huge knife sheathed at his waist.

Once, when Italy threatened him with a knife, he merely took out his own. His exact words were: You call that a knife? This is a knife. Needless to say, Italy never threatened him with a knife again.

The Southern Powers were asking him to join, along with the rest of the Oceanic Nations. He still hadn't decided. He supported them, but he didn't know if he was willing to actively participate. He didn't know whether or not he wanted to work with people.

And so, Bruce was left thinking about everything the Northern Nations, especially England and Scotland, had done to and for him, and everything the Southern Nations had done.

And so far, he couldn't think of one bad thing the Southern Nations had done to him. He had no reason to want to become their enemy. But did he want to become their ally?

…

Russia entered the kitchen to see Ukraine and Belarus already there. Belarus had mentioned that she had gotten some very important information that she needed to share.

Russia was a large and imposing man, and the fact that he would look at you from cold, unfeeling red eyes tended to make people squirm. He had brown hair, like his sisters. He wore a large black coat, black pants and black boots. The only colour that joined his outfit was the blood red scarf around his neck.

Ukraine had long brown hair and rose-coloured eyes. She wore an elegant black dress with black gloves and black high-heeled boots. Her cold eyes regarded him when he entered.

Belarus, on the other hand, was the only one with a bit of warmth around her. She had long brown hair as well and pink-red eyes. She wore a pink dress and there was a pink flower in her hair. She also had a pink necklace.

"So," Russia said, immediately turning to Belarus, "you said you had important information?"

Belarus was an excellent spy. In fact, Russia almost considered allowing the Northern Powers to borrow her services.

"Yes," she said. "Poland and Lithuania are playing another game. And this time, it's going to be big."

Russia and Ukraine regarded her closely.

"How big?" Ukraine asked. "And with whom are they playing?"

All three of them had been victims at some point. They didn't like knowing that there is a game to be played.

"I don't know who the victims are, but I do know that the magic trio has been involved, as well as Spain, France and Prussia."

The elder two siblings shared a look.

"Why them?" Russia asked. "I understand that those two would use the magic trio, having the strongest magic touch and all, but the other three?"

"Who knows what they're thinking?" Ukraine said. "Does Italy know?"

"Not as far as I know," Belarus said.

"Then let's keep it that way," Russia said. "We don't need him getting involved."

"What if he's the victim?" Belarus asked. "Or, what if they're targeting the Southern Powers? It would make sense for them all to be involved, then."

"They may be crazy," Ukraine said. "But they won't try it. Not with things as they are. That is suicide, and the South might just consider it a pre-emptive strike. And that would, in turn, cause the rest of the world to retaliate, and those two would be the first we target."

"True," Russia said. "Very true."

…

Iceland was snooping through his brother's home. It seems that, ever since the meeting, Norway had been avoiding him. And he didn't like it.

Iceland had green eyes and white hair, just like his brother. He wore a simple blue shirt with blue shoes and sneakers. He had a puffin on his shoulder, the creature silent, as usual.

When he saw his brother, his face split into a huge grin and he ran closer to his brother.

"Big brother!" he called.

Norway jumped and turned to face his brother, an unusually annoyed expression on his face.

"How many times have I told you to not call me 'big brother'?" Norway said. "It's embarrassing."

"There's no one else here," Iceland said, unfazed by his brother's harsh tone. "So, whatcha doin'?"

Norway turned his back on him, surprising the younger.

"I'm really busy," Norway said. "Please, just go. And don't bother me for a while."

Iceland stared at the Norwegian's back, no longer smiling. He didn't understand why his brother didn't want to spend time with him. And he didn't understand why the normally cheerful Nation was suddenly so cold.

…

"Is there anything else?" South Africa asked.

India sighed, knowing that it might be bad for them all, but he had to share what he had been told.

"I heard from my spies in the North," he began. "They had information that might prove problematic."

"What information?" Brazil asked, looking bored.

"Are the Northern Powers planning something?" South Africa asked.

"Not those three," India said. "According to my sources… Poland and Lithuania have been spending a lot of time together, talking strategy, doing research…"

Brazil sighed.

"They're about to play a game, aren't they?" he asked.

"Yes," India said. "Most likely. And it's going to be big. There are six others involved, including the magic trio."

South Africa's eyes widened.

"You don't think…" she started.

"Who knows," India said. "But we need to keep an eye on them."

"Have your spies keep us informed," South Africa said. "If they're playing with the North, then it's a bonus. If not, then we can consider it an act of war on behalf of the entire North. And we will win this war."

According to the UN, the Southern Africans are South Africa and four of the six neighbours. Mozambique and Zimbabwe are the two that are exempt.

I came up with the name South African trio after stumbling upon Namibia and Mozambique's old names. Namibia used to be South West Africa and Mozambique was South East Africa. 'German' could also be added before South West and 'Portuguese' before South East.

South Africa also has some Portuguese history, being discovered by Portugal in 1488. There also used to be a trading post in Mosselbaai.

Also, the question on how to send a missed call was actually something my grandma asked before.

There was a part in Australia's bit that referenced a Crocodile Dundee movie. I don't know which one, since I haven't actually watched it, but I've heard about the reference.