This by far is THE shortest chapter. (As I joke with Tanglepelt, it's Latvian-sized XDD)

The bad guys slowly walked away. Prussia casted a portal back to his. The lair doesn't reside anywhere on the planet. It solely exists in a black, shadowless room with a table and a couple of chairs.

They all sat down and breathed in relief. After their newest recruit Canada felt that his attire didn't match his current attitude. "I'm tired of wearing these clothes. When can we get some new tHoly Romeads?"

Belarus sat down on a chair, put her feet on the table, and twiddled with her blade in the air, "Stop your bitching Canada. No one will listen to you still. I can't even see you still. Your presence is so non-existent."

Canada got even more infuriated, "Shut up Belarus! You think you can get your own incestuous damn way with your own brother. That's disgusting!"

The two bickered for a little, France covered his ears from the horrible argument. He thought silencing the air would work, but his patience wore thin and yelled, "Both of you, I can't stand your bickering! Man this whole thing between Belarus and Canada reminds me of a time with England when we are on the UFO. He gets so worked up over anything that I do. It's quite hilarious, but seriously that guy has nothing to offer except his eyebrows and getting drunk constantly."

All of the arguments caused Prussia to, slightly, lose his poise, "Enough insolence! You want some new clothes? I have some for you."

With the snap of his fingers, a wardrobe appeared. The doors opened to clothes with everyone's labels.

Canada was given a black trench coat, black jeans, and black lace-up combat boots.

France, of course, was donned with a black cloak, stylish black leggings, a black scarf, and knee-length lace-up boots.

Spain was given a black traje de luces shirt with a vivid dark red sash around his hips. And tight, black leather pants with zip-up combat boots.

The lady was given, in addition to her coat from before, a headpiece similar to a bride's veil in the shape of a bow. Mid-thigh boots with a four inch heel, a strap around her thigh to hold the Vorpal blade, a black satin undershirt with an intricate design, a high-waisted belt, and black jeans. "This is more like it."

As Spain got comfortable with his new threads, "Wow Belarus, you only care more about your appearance more than anything."

All of the noise caused France to be very irritable, "Shut up both of you! Now then."

Ever since France joined Prussia, all of thoughts became centered around his lustful temptations.

Prussia slammed his fist onto the table to silence the noise. "Enough from all of you. Ah, I forgot to give France and Canada a weapon. France, a Pistolet modèle An XIII and Canada, a Lee-Enfield rifle."

Canada was delighted, "Why thank you." He smirked and released the most evil laugh as loud as possible.

Belarus held her Vorpal blade and inspected it with great detail. "You know Prussia, the five of us can take out Germany and the others easily. Don't you understand? I grow tired of standing around without doing any action."

The albino became agitated and slammed Belarus's head onto the table. At her ear, "Don't you understand what I am doing? This is all going according to plan. Every person I have chosen has specific intent."

He let go of her head and walked around with a smile on his face. "For example, Canada as always been the isolated one and it's due time that everyone recognizes him. France, his desires to be loved and have one person accept him for those desires. Belarus, wanting to love her brother even though it's considered taboo. And Spain, no one gave a shit for what he did and now I care for what he did. Now we could strike them now, but where would the fun be? I think the next person we should target be Austria. Once we take down one of the leaders, the others should follow into our trap. We must do this carefully."

As he continued to walk around, in his hands there appeared to be a needle full of some mysterious liquid. With the needle close to his face, he uttered, "I know how to make Austria," His eyes narrowed, "oblige."

Damn is Prussia creepy now! 0_0

Few notes:

Spain's traje de luces is a traditional matadors outfit. (It is also seen in Spain's Children's Day outfit.)

The Pistolet modèle An XIII is a flintlock pistol from France and uses 17 millimeter rounds.

The Lee-Enfield rifle was originally a British weapon, but during the time of the world wars it was distributed to the Commonwealth nations, including Canada.

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