Italy, Canada and Sealand were slowly dominating. Their power spread far and wide in its purest and holiest form.

Canada, as he took the rest of the Americas, loved the attention he finally received. People muttered his name in fear of domination – dictatorship, more like it – while Canada prowled the streets, loving looks of hate, worry, and, sometimes, lust.

Canada, for the first time was an attention whore that everyone was afraid of.

'I love this!'

A timid 'um' came from next to him.

Canada turned to the pretty Bernette as she fidgetted. By the way she was dressed, she seemed to be provocative in an innocent way.

"Um...Canada...?"

Canada was happy to be seen and remembered, more than anything. In a sleek voice, he responded in flowing French. "Yes jolie dame?"

"I-Is it true you have...a...um... H-Harem?"

Canada looked shocked for a moment. He then composed himself. "As of now..." He pulled the woman close. "Yes."

Sealand had passed the Alps and into the heart of Switzerland, finally ready to face the Xenophobe.

Gunshots were fired and dodged.

Sealand wasn't effected. Not even sturred. He continued to walk forward, approaching the xenophobic country and his sister. Sealand had always had a soft spot for Liechtenstein.

"It was about time, really. I've come to claim the forever neutral countries." Sealand was smiling, armed with two pistols and nothing else.

Liechtenstein was brought to tears, single drops rolling down her face. "Brother..."

Sealand smile. "You won't be separated from him, Dear Liechtenstein. Someone as pretty as you deserves the best. Will you only stand for the best and be mine?"

Liechtenstein shrank behind her brother. "I-I...um..."

Switzerland raised his gun. "You'd have to kill me first!"

"Gladly."

A bang and a scream.

Switzerland fell, as well as Sealand.

Sealand had gotten shot in his leg at the same time that Switzerland was shot in the abs.

Sealand chuckled, leaning back to sit regularly. "Well... We're at an impasse...?"

Switzerland growled, holding his stomach. "How in hell's name did you take Africa and most of Europe if this is an impasse?"

"Like this."

A man grabbed Liechtenstein, making her scream. "Brother!" A hand was placed over her mouth.

Switzerland, alarmed, looked behind him. "Liech-!"

A gun clicked, sounding loud right next to his head. He turned just enough to see that Sealand had been standing next to him. The wound was fake.

"Yeah...Become one with the Principality of Sealand or die!"

Switzerland shrank but refused. "Suck my kulor!"

"I could...But I'd probably bite them." Sealand said sweetly, pulling the trigger quickly five times, getting his arms, legs and his stomach again.

Liechtenstein was let go and she ran to her brother, crying in waves, sobs racking her body. "Brother...broder...bruder!"

Sealand watched in pity. "I'll heal him immediately... If you become my wife, of course!"

"F-Fine! Just, please, help him!"

Sealand pulled Liechtenstein close and kissed her deeply before licking her tears from her face. "It may not seem like it, but I love you...I've loved you since a long time back. Please, accept my apologies."

"Only once my brother is healthy again."

Sealand backed off a little to reveal that Switzerland had been taken already, the only thing making a fight even possibly having happened being bloody puddles left behind.

"Oh..."

"I will take care of you...because I never got taken care of."

Italy leaned back, looking at the long list countries he owned. He owned from Russia to China to Australia to India to Iraq to Japan. His kingdom was amazing. He was amazing!

With that much power he could...

Italy laughed with the hollowness of a tunnel. After many years of war, he would start more.

"All for the power I never had before~! Veh. After two hundred and 36 six years, 3 months and 17 days... I'll finally win! I win! I win!"

I win.