Headcanon: Prussia does rule the Phony Nation Table. They literally crowned him their king with a Burger King crown. They attack the nations during the World Meetings with paper airplanes and spitballs. Prussia takes it very seriously; they have meetings weekly in Prussia's treehouse.

"-blah, blah, elect a leader, blah, hold our beliefs to heart, yada, yada. So we, the members of the PNT crown Prussia McAwesomeness, King Prussia McAwesomeness."

Sealand solemnly rested the official crown of the PNT, a.k.a the Phony Nation Table (but they had too much pride to admit they weren't real nations yet), on Prussia's (big) head.

Really, it was just a cardboard Burger King crown they had picked up a few meetings ago in America.

Sealand glanced at Hong Kong, who was holding his cue card.

"Blah, blah, and all that," droned Sealand, not bothering to recite the long speech Wy oh-so meticulously planned out and wrote on his cue cards. She threw him a withering look.

"W-wow! I'm honored to be your king!" Prussia gushed- which was uncharacteristically modest of him. "Even though we all knew this was going to happen. No one can resist my awesomeness for long, kesesese!"

Scratch that.

The 'big countries', having nothing to do (read: ignoring the fact they all had many, many topics to discuss) watched, amused.

"The first meeting will be at my place-"

"Ahem, Bruder..."

"-Okay, West's place. Which has my place in it."

"Eh? Your room?"

"What? No! My other place!"

"Your treehouse?"

"My AWESOME treehouse."

Germany sighed and rubbed his temples. At least they would stay outside. He wanted no part in his brother's shenanigans.

Prussia continued,"As I was saying, before someone rudely interrupted," insert pointed look at Germany, "first meeting will be in three days to discuss certain things," with this, he cast a sly look towards to nation table. That look didn't go unnoticed. America, who knew some of Prussia's malevolent expressions (for reasons that will not be mentioned), knew he was planning something.

Being the hero he was, he tried to warn his fellow nations.

"Dudes! You saw that? Prussia's totally planning something!" America hissed in a low voice. To talk more freely, he did the Global Warming Maneuver: taking the whole PNT and Prussia...and pushing them over there.

Out in the hallway.

"Amerique, what was that for?" France complained, clearly annoyed his time squealing about how cute (some of) the micronations were was cut short.

"Can't you see? He's planning something against us!"

"Now America, you shouldn't jump to conclusions." Brittany rose a bushy eyebrow.

"Well, he did have that unusual look..." said Germany, half-convinced America (for once) was right.

"How can you tell that wanker's smug expressions from the next!?" Britian asked.

"I am his bruder," said Germany, "If I couldn't tell what he was thinking, then we would be..." He trailed off with a look of absolute horror.

England humphed. "I need to hear this for myself." He went to the door grumbling about how his British spy-training was wasted.

After a few minutes, Britain quietly shuffled out into the hall, wearing a makeshift disguise.

And by makeshift, I mean a side table with a long cloth thrown over. He supported the table with only his arms and the top of his head.

After stumbling around, he squat under his table and listened.

Apparently, being shoved out the door by a paranoid American wasn't enough to stop Prussia from continuing his announcement to his fellow phony nations.

"Hong Kong, you bring the firecrackers. Sealand, round up the troops. Wy, get my victory speech ready; make sure it's awesome!"

"Bloody hell!" Britain knocked his head against the roof of the table. Muttering swears under his breath, he crawled back to the meeting room.

"See? Told ya!" Gloated America.

The nations burst into mumbling and whispering among themselves.

"You nations are so immature. Worried over nothing!" said China. "If only things could be solved with Chinese tasty treat!"

"They'll just just get ugly!" objected America and England in unison.

America slammed his hands on the table, catching everyone's attention. "Okay, dudes. I got a plan."

'Might as well get the bad ideas out of the way…'

Over the next two weeks, both sides prepared for battle...

AN:

I'm not too sure whether choosing this particular headcanon for a two-part arc was a good idea. Any comments?

I have a little idea about a UsUk fic that I've been mulling over. If I succeed in getting it started, watch out for it!

I keep forgetting to say it, but please REVIEW!

P.S. Keep in mind that there are a lot of micronations at the Phony Nation Table. It is set sometime after the comic about Sealand collecting other micronation friends.