Quick A/N, the POV's changes from time to time, though I'll make it obvious on who's POV it is. This is Ludwig for example, though I hope you could have guessed that.

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I mentally sighed as Kirkland's signature smirk appeared on his face. Nothing I could about him prying, really, no matter to what end it pesters me. At least everyone was here now. Clearing my throat to get the bickering Nordics attention, I began to speak about the matter at hand, The Order. Definitely a threat, yet inconveniently mysterious. Nothing known about them with the exception that they resided in the town of Hetalia, were led by a masked man, and had a hatred towards the League of Nations. I explained those few known details to the surprisingly attentive group of assassins, and once I was done, I moved to the next part.

"Now, some of you will be sent to Hetalia. There will be people to eliminate The Order, people to spy and retrieve information, people to deliver it, and people for a back up plan in case all goes wrong. I expect no complaints on your chosen positions." I inhaled before beginning to list positions, as in reality I was expecting a barricade of complaints despite my saying the opposite. "Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Iceland, you three deliver information." I began, looking at each of the youngest members in turn. No complaints so far. "Canada, France, and America, retrieve the required information." America pondered the thought before nodding. The Canadian had no problem and neither did the Frenchman. This was going surprisingly well. "Japan, China, Hungary, Austria, I expect you four to be backup, and if the backup plan fails, I shouldn't fret, as I am certain you will orchestrate a practical one." Other than Hungary muttering about being stuck as backup, nothing was said against my words. Just one more group to assign, then.

"Russia, Prussia, England, Belarus, Denmark, Norway, and Spain, you will eliminate the known members of The Order. There are exactly seven known members, one for each of you, with the exception of the leader and I expect them in their graves in a week. As for the remaining six, stay after the meeting." I finished, and watched for any reactions. Not one. Not a single one. I was honestly taken aback. No one retorted to what I said at all. Did they finally see my reasoning? I never assigned one of them to a task without a solid reason.

For instance, those chosen to deliver were the youngest. People call me cruel, but I always try and task the youngest with the least dangerous tasks. The ones who will collect information were chosen due to Canada's inhuman ability to be unnoticed, France's... Methods of getting information out of women, despite my disapproval in them, and America's pretend innocence. No one better for the job than these three. The backup are four of the most reliable people, all extremely intelligent and resourceful, and can come up with a legitimate course of action within seconds. Those who will eliminate are, combat wise, the best of us. Though I doubt some are sane, specifically Russia, Belarus, and England. On occasion, my brother too. Those who will stay are each useful in their own ways as well. 

The meeting was soon over as I went into further details with everyone and their specific tasks and dismissed them. "Right then, you six. North Italy, we need a posion that kills with the slightest contact, and coat South Italy's arrows with them. South Italy, get yourself a comfortable sniping position in this building, but do make sure your crossbow isn't found." I received a dramatic eyeroll from said Vargas brother but I promptly ignored it. Switzerland and Sweden, be on guard of the place continously. Romania, stay further inside, take care of any problems here. Finland, do what you do best and give any intruder a heart attack." I stopped myself from continuing with "and don't give us a heart attack either". In my defence, it wouldn't be the first time. "Dismissed." I said, and they left, though I knew Feliciano would be waiting outside. I sighed and rose as well, leaving. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a certain Brit. "And what do you want?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. He smirked and replied simply: "Information." How he manages to make that smirk so bothersome is beyond me. "Right, you're not getting any, you can leave." I say, but his smirk only grows into a devilish grin. "I already got it." I could have sworn I saw a mad glint in the emerald of his eyes. Deciding I wouldn't let him ruin my night by making me paranoid, I sighed and brushed past him, walking away. Regardless of my efforts not to think about it, I couldn't help the thought that crossed my mind. What would happen if one day, Kirkland turns on me? Deep down, I know I would be dead before I could comprehend what even is going on. 

Pushing the unwelcome thought away once more, I left the building to be greeted by the harsh November wind blowing. Soon enough, Feliciano fell into step by me and began ranting about something trivial. Ah, if only I could listen without a single worry in my mind. 

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So, here's chapter two! I may change the POV every chapter, but I know I'll be back to Arthurs POV before I can stop myself, heh.