"You all have made the right decsision to join our side of the war," Austria was saying as he paced the room patiently. "France is unruly. With the help of the Bonaparte, France will do everything in his power to get to the top, even if it means hurting a few of us in the process. There is a strong possibilty that he'll conquer all of Europe. Perhaps even the world, if he truly feels like it. That is why we're here. To stop that from happening."

Spain closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as he sat. "France...who would've thought..." he said, more to himself than anyone else.

"You saw it coming, Spain. Just admit it," Prussia muttered, who was leaning on the wall next to the Spaniard. Spain looked over at Prussia, his face wary.

"I just never thought that he'd go this far," he replied somberly.

"We need a battle strategy," Britain said. "France has beaten us in past few campains so far."

"Beaten us?" Prussia scoffed. "I'm sorry, how did you contribute again?"

Britain shot Prussia a sharp glare before continuing. "As I was saying. France is winning the war so far. His confidence is high. In a way, that's a good thing. With high confidence, he's bound to make a mistake sooner or later. Hopefully, it's sooner. Austria, you said that when you were battling him, the French's actions were rather rash, yes?"

Austria nodded. "Yes. They were acting more on impulse than on an actual plan."

"But they still defeated you because of their numbers."

"Partially because of that, yes."

Prussia stretched his arms behind his head and yawned. It was too early for a meeting like this, much too early for his liking. "His soldiers might not have had a plan, but they were strong nonetheless. Again, going back to the overconfidence of France; he will eventually take his men for granted."

"Si, I understand what you're getting at," Spain said with a nod. "You're saying that since the casualties France suffered in the campains were great each time, he might end up losing all of them. He only has so many soldiers, after all."

"Soon, it will be him that will be outnumbered," Britain added.

"We can only hope," Austria said with a sigh.

Prussia looked up at Austria, narrowing his eyes. "No, we can't only hope," he said. "We can fight. We can win. Hope is only a portion of what we need to have a victory in this war, you know."

Austria returned Prussia's glare, pushing his glasses in place. "Let's not argue now of all times," he said flatly. Prussia resisted the urge to break Austria's glasses in two and sock him inthe face. Why did he have to be allied with him out of all people, anyway? You owe me big time for this, Holy Rome, he thought tiredly.

"Remember," Britain started again. "France is extremely confident right now. In fact he's probably suffering from a major hangover as we speak. Still, just because he's overconfident doesn't mean we have to be, understood?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Austria looked satisfied. "We shall discuss our plans later on in the afternoon when we're more awake and refreshed. Until then this meeting is adjourned."

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After the meeting, Spain and Prussia decided to get a bite to eat. Both had missed breakfast to get to the meeting on time and they found their grumbling stomachs irritable. They went to Prussia's place, where Spain decided to cook for the both of them.

"It's been a while, eh, Prussia?" Spain asked as he cooked, being his same optomistic self. Prussia muttered an uncomprehensible response as he busily wrote in his diary on the kitchen table. Spain chuckled and continued. "How's your little brother? I hear he's been in some trouble."

Prussia looked up at Spain and sighed. "Yeah, he's been struggling a bit, what with being an Empire and all and making other countries jealous. Complete and utter awesomeness runs through our veins, and it can be a bit hard to handle at times. Other than that, he's pretty good. How's Ita-chan's brother? Is he doing well?"

Spain didn't reply at first. Prussia raised a curious brow and looked over at Spain to see his face and found him with a defeated expression and a weak, trembling smile. "Aha, well...Romano can be...quite...uhm..." Spain tried his best to find the right words so it wouldn't sound like he was talking anything negative about the little Italian.

"Bratty?" Prussia offered.

Spain shot Prussia an offended look. "No! Romano is just having some trouble adjusting with me being in charge of him, that's all! None of it is his fault!"

"Maybe he just doesn't like pedos."
"Do I look like France to you?"

"Speaking of France," Prussia said suddenly.

Spain's expression saddened and he looked down. "Yeah, he's turning into a jerk, huh..." he said, frowning as he stirred the ingrediants to his meal.

"He was always a jerk," Prussia said, dipping his quilt in the small bottle of ink again. "We were just jerks with him."

Spain pouted. "You two were the jerks. I was always the nice one. But still, he never seemed this bad, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Prussia said dismissively. "That's what happens when you get power. I know a lot of countries who were like that."

It was hard to admit that he was right, but Spain nodded anyway. "But...France? Out of all people?"

"There's always someone," Prussia said, putting the quilt down with a sigh. "There's always going to be someone who wants more power than the rest of us. There have been many in the past, and surely there will be many in the future. I mean, there was one, what, ten years ago? Nine?"

"You're talking about America?" Spain asked curiously.

Prussia nodded. "Yeah. Look at him. He was just a simple collection of British colonies. But, like us all, he wanted more power. Indepence. Soon he'll probably want to be more than 13 simple colonies, and he'll want to become even more powerful. It'll never be enough for alot of people. The only way to try to stop it is through war."

"Yeah, uh, wasn't it one of your general who trained America's soldiers?"

"Again with the power issue!" Prussia exclaimed. "I'll probably want to be more powerful later on, if that's really possible since I'm already as awesome as I am. With power you'll probably want many allies to help you get there. Since I helped America, surely he'll help me in the future!"

Spain bit his lip unsurely. "No offense Prussia, but has he really acknowledged you for helping him with his victory?"
The statement made Prussia twitch irritably. "No, not exactly..." he said through gritted teeth. "Thankfully, Britain hasn't either, or else we would have some trouble working with each other."

"True..." Spain said thoughtfully as he served them both. "Being a country can really destroy a person, huh?"

"You got that right."