It was a thundering day, rain pouring loudly against the window outside. Nations were gathered in the well-lit room, sitting in a tense silence. The three nations that went after China were also present, the places where their wounds bandaged tightly. Germany glanced sadly around the room.

"An attack has occurred on three of our fellow nations," he said, "An attack that has been carried out by another three of ours; America, China…. And Italy.

"These three have sent their troops onto the rest of the world, starting with England, followed by Austria, Hungary, and France, and finally with Japan, Mongolia, and Russia. It's not over yet though.

"Thailand has also been attacked," the mentioned nation nodded, "as well as Spain and India."

"What are we going to do," France asked. It wasn't too noticeable, but every one of them could see the purple bags that hung under his eyes. His people were suffering from Italy's raids. Germany shook his head.

"I'm not entirely sure…." England stood.

"We might have no choice," he said solemnly, "But going to war would be the best option."

Immediately, talking began amongst them.

"I hate to say it," Vietnam said before Germany could protest, "But England might be right."

All around the room, there were nods of confirmation and agreement. Switzerland shook his head.

"You European nations….," he sighed, "I will remain neutral."

"I'm not sure if that will work this time around," Mongolia said quietly. He was still sore from the beating America gave him, the bruises still showing all over his body.

"One of us has to try," Switzerland replied, "Besides, I don't want Liechtenstein fighting." At this, many had to agree. The passive nation was not a fighter. If she were to be involved, then that would show the enemy that they could attack there. Switzerland could not protect both of them.

"What are their strengths," Estonia asked.

"The Italians have the numbers," Russia said, "They're quick and agile. The Chinese have the supplies. They are rather good at hiding and can get around fast to send messages and the necessary war items. And the Americans…."

"They have the weapons," England inferred. Russia nodded.

"We like, need a name," Hong Kong interjected. Poland nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah! I want to, you know, paint it hot pink! Or maybe magenta!" Before the nation could continue, England turned to the troubled Germany.

"You don't have to fight," he said, "But it would be very useful if you do. We need Germany's help."

Prussia shared a glance with his brother.

"What do you want to do West," he asked. Germany thought to himself.

"I'll fight," he then said. England nodded and turned to Japan.

"What about you Japan?" The nation jumped out of his thoughts. He looked down when he saw everyone staring at him.

"….. I will fight."

"Japan-" The nation gave Taiwan a sad smile. He had told his siblings about what China had said to him. Only they knew how much it had affected him.

"It's okay," he said, "The world needs all the help it can get."

"Then the United Nations stand together," Russia said. France raised an eyebrow.

"United Nations? Oui," the French man gave a thoughtful nod, "It has a nice ring to it."

"And it makes sense too," England agreed.

Japan watched as the world began discussing battle plans. He took a glance at Prussia, who's disbelieving expression disappeared and was replaced by worry. The Japanese nation closed his eyes.

World War 3 had begun.

You must all hate me right now, cutting it off here. But guess what!

THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL.

Yes, I'm not kidding. To all my readers still here, I'd like to thank you all for adding this story to your favourite's list as well as following. Ironically enough, the people who have taken a look at this story the most are, in order, Americans, Italians, and Chinese. I shit you not! Thank you all again and see you next time!