The last of the originally-posted scenes.
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"So, who d'you think's gonna die first?" Prussia asked his two best friends over a beer (Heineken, of course) during their weekly drinks meetup.
"I don't want anyone to die! Stop being so pessimistic! What if this actually works?" Spain replied indignantly.
"It's us, cher, of course there will be deaths." France sighed dramatically and waved for another drink.
"Yeah, but the fun is guessing who! I put ten on America." Prussia cackled.
"Why him?" France asked curiously.
"He's annoying."
"Touché. But I choose England. If any of us wish to take over the world, removing dear Angleterre from the picture before we start would make it ten times easier."
"Who'll try that then?"
"Russia." Said France, at the same time as Spain said "You."
"Why me?" Prussia asked, trying and failing to look innocent.
"You'll get bored and do something stupid and dangerous. It's what you always do." Spain replied.
"I can't argue with that. Hey, don't worry, when I take over the world, you guys can be my backup!"
"I don't want to be your backup, you'll do it wrong." France said with a haughty sniff. "No offence." He added as an afterthought.
"How would you do it differently to me then, Francey-pants?"
Spain just sighed at their antics.
"Obviously I would not use your brash method of crushing toute le monde underneath your military might all at once. That is doomed to failiure, mon ami. You do not have any military might to crush with."
"The awesome Prussia shall rise again!"
France ignored him. Sipping at his wine glass (a fine Alsace white, naturally), he continued.
"My own methods involve political subterfuge and blackmail. I have enough embarrassing material on all of you to ensure that you would do anything I want you to."
"That's creepy, man. I don't want you taking over the world." Prussia shuddered at the thought.
"Why would you want to take over the world anyway, amigos? It's more trouble than it's worth." Spain sighed morosely, absentmindedly swirling his finger around the rim of his glass (just recently emptied of Sangria).
"But that's what makes it fun, meinen kleine freunde."
"We all want the world, but some of us don't know it yet. And you still haven't voted, Espagne. Who do you think will die?"
Spain appeared to be deep in thought, but was in fact struggling to remember how much he had drunk that evening.
"Germany." He said finally, after much deliberation. "We all owe him money."
They all looked around their circle for a moment, sizing each other up, the atmosphere suddenly tense.
"I'm going to enjoy taking your money, bitches."
And like that, all was well again.
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Probably written at least 2 years ago