Francis walked calmly into the meeting room, ignoring the disgusted looks he got from numerous nations and sat down. It took a second before anything happened, and at that point, Im Yong Soo and Im Kyung Soo stood up, moving silently to the front of the room. It shocked Francis that neither of the Korean twins had done anything to him yet, but he was sure it would come at some point, but if one had asked him whether he regretted it, whether half a year later, he would think 'God, I wish I hadn't killed those fifteen nations all those months ago', he would laugh and wave the thought off. One might have described it as 'living the dream'. Meetings used to be hell for him. Not being able to talk without at least one person mentioning perverts, prostitution or anything else along those lines. He could walk up to the front of a meeting hall whenever he wanted, say whatever he wanted without it being contradicted by anyone, namely Arthur. To be brutally honest, he wanted someone to come up to him and ask why. Why and how, and if he would take his actions back. It was a sort of declaration of war really. Yes, a declaration of war, yet no one had acted on it. But that didn't really matter. Coming home to see America, Canada, Russia, China, wiped off the map, vanished into ocean, or some sort of deselect wasteland that seemed as though it had once been called something, but wasn't anymore. The best thing was when Francis saw the isolation of the island of Scotland, the island of Wales and the tiny blob beneath them that was the Isle of Man.

Select parts of Europe had vanished, drowned. All of Italy had, excluding a small section to the north and central area. The same happened with Spain, the Italian water bleeding into what once was Austria, what was Hungary, what was Switzerland, excluding the Island of Lichtenstein. Germany was still there... sort of. Francis could see the faint outline of it on the map, he could see the tracks of the words that had once-upon-a-time said Germany, but now it was split into many pieces labelled Belgium, the Netherlands, Denmark, Poland and Czech Republic. And France. Never forgetting France. That was the bit that had made him smile most. Japan had drowned. Naturally. There was a faint outline, like a long rubbed out pencil sketch, but now, it was engulfed in blue and darker blue. The same had happened with Peru that happened with Germany, except split into Brazil and Ecuador mainly. There was a small area of Bolivia to the south too.

The ocean had reclaimed a lot of land this year, and it made him laugh. He'd helped it obviously, but it was more to his own advantage. No more names, no more confusion, no more hard tasks like talking in a meeting, no more competition.

Kyung Soo stacked some papers together and cleared his throat silently, peering around the room carefully. "Okay so... uh... is everyone here?"

"Is anyone missing?" Yong Soo said.

"Scotland?" someone said. "The British Isles aren't here, neither's Leon or Natalya."

Ah yes Natalya. That was maybe a downfall on Francis' behalf. She was the only nation to have tried to declare war so far. She was the only one to have been violent. The only rational one. He supposed the rest were just scared of him now. That was what he liked.

A couple of eyes flickered in Francis' direction as the absent nation's names were read out, but none of them lingered long enough for him to notice.

"O... okay" Kyung Soo stuttered, stacking his papers again and glancing at the door. The stutter was recent. He hadn't normally been like that. Really, it should have been him and him alone leading the meeting, but he tried that once, and couldn't get through the whole thing, so Yong Soo had to step up to help. "Let's... um... l... let's start then."

Yong Soo gave a small nod as if agreeing, or telling him he was correct.

The meeting rolled like it should have always done, ignoring the slight disruption halfway through when Leon and the British Isles finally careered in. Ideas being fired across the large table, people contributing, though not as many, no arguments, and everyone being let out at least half an hour early on account of them getting through the entire syllabus that fast. Francis waited until most people had left the room before gathering his papers, his full notes, and his briefcase. The only thing he had to watch out for now was the British Isles. But then again, between the four of them, they still considered Alfred and Matthew part of their family, so he had kind of killed three of their brothers, and Allistor's best friend, because everyone knew that Gilbert and Allistor were close. But then again, they tended to not really appear much anymore though, so it wasn't that big an issue.

Today however, was an issue day.

Francis stopped just outside of the meeting room and glared down the corridor to where Allistor, Dylan, Ronan and Bridget were standing, leaning against the wall and muttering among themselves. Allistor glanced up at him and gradually, they all went quiet. Between them, Ronan gave the most murderous glare. Francis made a mental note to send him over a badge or certificate of something to symbolise his achievement.

"Wouldn't 'ave thought you'd 'ave shown your face anymore" Allistor pushed himself off the wall and stood in the middle of the corridor. "I mean, naturally, I wouldn't 'ave."

"I'm not you though" Francis said bluntly, his expression mirroring one likes Lukas'

"I can tell" Allistor spat. "I don't just go around killing people for no given reason. I don't kill my own family, my own friends."

"You're right" Francis walked towards him, watching as Allistor tensed and drew himself up to his full height in an attempt to dwarf him. "And you just don't know when I could strike next, so you'd best be on your best behaviour eh? Isle of Scotland."

He stalked past them, leaving them standing in pretty much the exact same positions. It was the same each and every month. Well, the ones that they turned up to anyway. Sometimes it got physical. Sometimes it didn't. Sometimes it was other countries.

And still, if you'd have asked Francis if he could have changed anything, he wouldn't even have thought about it. The answer would be there within seconds.

'No.'

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