The Last War [A Hetalia Fanfiction]

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It was a simple day, the middle of November, 2019, and the Nordics were having another monthly meeting as per usual. But they had visitors this time. North Korea and his boss. Needless to say, they were unwanted visitors. Very, very unwanted, particularly by Denmark.

All their bosses were silent, which was the usual way to be fair, but to everyone's - I dare to say dismay - Denmark was quite quiet also. The world must be ending if Matthias was silent.

During the comfortable silence that the Nordics enjoyed as there was no debate going on... quite yet; there was a tip-tap sound against the hardwood floor of Iceland's home. It was an irregular, impatient tap, and it was coming from Imu Yon Su, the representative of North Korea - a Communist state. He must've found the silence irritating and boring, as he is only a country with a physical age of 15. So, he was rather childish, only being 3 years elder than Peter, and if Peter was anything to go by, they were frightened to say the least.

Soon enough, a voice just tore them from their jumbled thoughts:

"So, are we gonna start this meeting or what?"

All the Nordics looked distressed, they turned to look at each other - even Sweden was slightly freaked out. North Korea, one which threatened war on their states, and America, and the world, so many times, and he was just going to impatiently ask when the meeting was to get underway. He was an impatient teen, almost as bad as Emil- wait no scratch that, worse than Emil.

Berwald cleared his throat, proceeding to swiftly and neatly align his papers, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. "Right... okay, care to start, Mr Su?" The Swede addressed in a formal manner - there was not a comfortable atmosphere with the young, yet very powerful, nation sitting at their meeting table. Sweden was the only one who thought in the most sane way possible around the teen, and nevertheless, he was frightened - mostly of the merciless attitude of the teen. And if what the meeting was about was enough intel to foreshadow to them what was going to happen.

People were surely going to die.

Imu looked at his papers, copying Sweden's movements, mocking him as he tapped the bottom edge of the papers against the table, listening to the satisfying, light click resound off the oak table, wearing a light, trademark smirk. "Right. I'm not gonna stall or anything, so I'm going to get this out in the open. I need an ally."

"So you come to us?" Replied one of the Nordics, presumably Norway, his eyes narrowed. He wasn't about to show his fear for the other.

"Anyway, don't you have Russ-" Emil started before he was immediately cut off by Tino, who had covered his ears to block the name being spoken.

"Don't talk about him." Swiftly replied the Finn, rubbing his forehead. "My PTSD is bad without you bringing him up..."

Imu snickered, "Wow, Tino you have issues..." he grinned, and Berwald, alongside Tino, gave the Korean a deathly glare, but returned neutral when they realised who said such a thing. "But as strong as Russia is, I can't defeat about 10 nations with just Russia."

Matthias was quivering in his seat, looking down. He wasn't about to reply. His feet were juddering with just the mere thought of North Korea. He hurt Alfred, a close friend of his, and ended up hurting the Dane as well, and in turn, Denmark was presented with a fear of the Korean male despite their ten-year age difference.

"Anyway, all of you are strong, and I want one of you to stick by my side in the war Well, preferably, I would want all of you on my sides, but all of you but one are capitalist wolves." Imu spoke in a cheerful way, almost innocently, and if the Nordics learnt anything from Tino, that Innocence can lead to people dying. Also, the four Imu was referencing to gave each other stern looks, and Emil just sat there, leaning back in his seat, almost bored.