A fist slammed onto the oak wood table. " BLOODY HELL FRANCIS, DECIDE! What plan are you going with! " Arthur's hair flustered in some places, cheeks red. But the nation of romance wasn't bothered by the look, leaning back in his chair. In his fingers he played with a lock of gorgeous blond hair. " Sacre bleu, calm down. Neither you or America have good ideas, so why should I be stuck with one? " Alfred jumped up from his chair, but his father quickly put him in his place. " SIT DOWN, ALFRED. " The hero did so, but then looked amazed that he listened.

The United Kingdom grumbled softly, before China raised his hand. He'd been quietly letting them fight until now. " Yes, Wang? " China crossed his arms and looked over all of them. Business dwelled in those dark eyes. " I think we have a good chance of attacking now. Not a peep has came from them in a month, so they must be planning something huge. We must go at night, full force. Italy is the weakest of the three, so we take him down, we'll have the Germans blinded with rage. " But he did not want to be the one to detain Japan. Couldn't hurt his own brother. But a voice from the head of the table spoke up. " If I could speak, da? "

All four pairs of the attendee's eyes went to Russia. The mother country was smiling of course, glancing over to England. Arthur nodded. How could he resist? " Go ahead Ivan. We're listening. " America scoffed softly, but Russia didn't seem to mind. He took a moment to let big violet eyes penetrate each of their faces before continuing. " The Axis Powers will soon be at their weakest. That is when we strike. " The other attending Allies glanced between each other now, but eyes snapped back to Russia as he set a sunflower on the table. It was one fourth eaten, but seemed to be living.

A soft gasp erupted amongst them all, and Ivan's smile fell away. They saw his jaw clench somewhat, and hands formed into strong fists on either side of his flower. A coldness slammed down on the room like a sudden winter. " Italy decided this was a good idea. Russia will show no mercy to such a, murderer. " The Allies looked amongst each other, unsure what to say before Alfred spoke up. " How much time have you given us? " Russia's face twitched, before a grin appeared. It showed nearly all of those pearly whites. As white as their frightened faces with the sight. " Soon. Very soon. Prepare your armies now. Do not let the Axis Powers grow wise. "

Russia stood, picking up his sunflower with the utmost gentlest tactics. The flower seemed to cry out in pain to him, and he stroked the petals gently. " Shh. I know. " Arthur cleared his throat, catching the attention of all. " I wish you could tell us more, Russia... I'm not sure if we all can rally troops in the blink of an eye like that. " Ivan, who's grin had vanished by now, chuckled. It sounded like a hammer hitting against an icy plank of wood. " The Italian murderer is expecting the German's baby. Pregnant. Four months, almost on five. Whenever it is born, I want a full frontal assault on their homes. Burn everything to the ground. Kill them. "

Silence. The conference room was just that as Russia's fingers grazed over the bright yellow petals. All of them pictured Italy in a maternity dress, stroking down the front of a watermelon-sized gut. Germany, acting fatherly? Much too hard to comprehend. Francis was the one to speak up this time, sitting up in his chair. " Excuse my French, but how in ze fuck did you do this? " Everyone except Russia seemed to suck the air out of the room without sound. Russia glared softly, a kolkolkol rumbling in his throat before he muttered once more. " Like I said. Rally the troops. You have about four months. " And he left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him, leaving the Allies in a stupor.