A quick summary of a time not long ago…..

"Why is it that we always start with global warming?" Everyone turned to England. The green-eyed Brit shrugged.

"I mean," he continued, "Why can't we start with a more stranger topic?"

"Like what," France asked.

"Like the fact that America is calling all of his people back home," the English man explained. Yao's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. He shared a glance with Feliciano, who was clearly thinking along the same lines as he.

"So, they finally noticed."

"Yao, calm down," he said quietly.

"Calm down? Calm down?! No way! He called you useless," Yao ranted, "You're not useless, Feli! I won't stand having them insult you like this anymore!"

"It's okay," Feliciano replied. He smiled at the older nation.

"It's okay because they'll pay. They will all pay." At this, Yao slowly calmed down. A crazy grin appeared on his face and he gave a nod. Feliciano was glad that he had positioned them so that his friend was facing away from the others.

"Yeah…. Yeah they will, won't they aru?" The two shared a quiet chuckle.

"America's boss requested a meeting with myself and my own boss," he said, "The people who came with the president brought this with them, telling us that America wanted us to have it."

"Was America there," Germany asked. Japan shook his head.

"The representatives wouldn't explain where he was either and they left Japan quickly the next day. That's when we decided to open the case." The nation clicked open the briefcase under all of their incredulous stares and turned it so that they could see what was inside. What they saw shocked them to pieces.

The case was filled to the brim with yen, the currency that was used by many of the Asian nations.

"America paid back the debt he owed Japan," the nation explained, gesturing to the money, "In fact, he overpaid. And then he sent back all Japanese citizens within the US and shut down all of our companies stationed there."

"There's nothing in particular I want," he replied, "I'm just here to let you all know that there will be someone coming over to your countries with all the payments over the next couple of days."

The nations blanched.

"Oh yeah, and China?" The nation tilted his head.

"Yes aru?"

"Happy birthday. Your present should show up on the news pretty soon." The screen clicked off.

Yao sat there for a few minutes just staring at the T.V. along with the others. Then, he dissolved into a fit of giggles.

The three sat at the dinner table at Alfred's house, calmly eating the pasta that Feliciano had made.

"You know," Alfred then said between mouthfuls, "I have to ask. What do you want for your birthday Yao?" The Chinese man looked up at him before shrugging.

"I don't know aru," he replied. Feliciano pouted.

"Oh come on Yao," the Italian exclaimed, "There's got to be something you want!"

Yao remained silent, thinking.

"Well….." He leaned across the table and whispered to them. The grins that blossomed over their faces were wild and crazy. They began laughing.

"Come on you two aru," Yao blushed, "Stop laughing!"

"I'll be sure to make your wish come true," Alfred declared, the old America showing through. The others laughed at the display before Yao stopped.

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" The two calmed down, staring at him. Alfred gave a small smile, placing a hand onto Yao's shoulder.

"Don't you worry Yao," he said, "I'll be fine. And besides, I got you and Feli here to help me."

"If you want," Feliciano spoke up, "I could do it. Show England that he shouldn't mess with Italy Veneziano." Alfred looked over at the Italian. He could tell that his friend was actually nervous about doing it. So, he shook his head.

"No, it's alright," Alfred said, "Besides, I need to show the Brit that he can't control me. And you doing it would give you away."

"It would be expected of you to do such a thing," Yao said quietly.

"Exactly," Alfred replied.

"Ve, okay," Feliciano sighed. His old catchphrase shone through, making the two smile.

"I'll be fine," Alfred said, "You two just need to show them that you weren't involved in any way. Get alibies, like in the movies!"

"You mean the movies with your heroes," Yao teased. Feliciano giggled as Alfred gave mock frown.

"Hey, my heroes are awesome!"

"Vehehe, that's because you're one too!"

The three continued to banter with each other late into the night.

The two were interrupted by the sound of a pain-filled cry. They rushed down the stairs towards the noise. All the other nations hurried into the kitchen and they followed.

England was kneeling on the floor, clutching his chest. Russia and Canada helped him to a chair and the Brit slumped down onto it. Feliciano looked at the clock.

12:00 am

Behind everyone, none could see the Italian's triumphant smirk. None could hear Yao's crazed, yet half-concealed giggle.

Finally, their plans could be started.

The British cities of Newcastle Upon Tyne, Sunderland, Durham, York, Lancaster, Carlisle, and Manchester had been bombed by American fighter planes. Just thinking about it made Yao burst into another fit of hysterical giggles.

The seven cities were all closer to the Scottish border, nowhere near England's 'heart', London. As of the census at the beginning of the year, that would make the total amount of deaths at approximately 1 million, 597 thousand, 135 people. Not including animals, of course. Yao would normally be disturbed by such high numbers however, he just couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He had to admit, he thought that he had done a pretty good job. Checking the news, Alfred smirked as he read the reports. 1,597,135 people dead? None injured? The sight of American fighter planes flying in and bombing without clearance? Check, check, and check.

The American grinned, leaning back in his chair and sipping his coffee.

Now the only thing left to do is wait for the next World Meeting to make his move…..

The Chinese's man stared at what remained of his precious hair with narrowed eyes.

He turned away, placing the scissors onto the top of the vanity and pulled on a short-sleeved mandarin shirt. Over top, the nation put on a black hoodie and grabbed a pair of yoga pants from his drawer. Like the hoodie, the pants were black. Then, he slipped on white sneakers. After tying the laces, the nation stood up straight and examined himself in the shattered mirror. The nation frowned and begun searching around the messy room. Upon finding a black hat with a red gem over the bridge, he put it on and turned back to the mirror.

Yao gave his reflection a satisfied smirk. Then, after straightening his sweater, he left the bedroom. For a brief moment, the personification of China's eyes flashed a glowing, bloody red.

"There has been something on our minds lately," the Italian said, "And it doesn't make us very happy."

"It doesn't make either of us happy," America continued, "Because of a few events that took place no more than a year ago. You see, I don't appreciate being degraded by the likes of you…"

"And I'm not useless." The glare that appeared on Italy's face made everyone shudder.

"Plus, England is always in our faces about things that aren't his business… So we decided that it was time for a little pay back."

"China," Russia yelled, "What are you doing?!"

Yao ignored him and climbed out of the window and onto the roof. The car tilted over the edge as the Chinese man took a running leap. Mongolia and Japan watched as the car fell over and Yao grabbed onto the top of Russia's van and pulled himself up. The nation held onto the wet surface as tightly as he could as the van came to a halt.

"China-san?" When the nation narrowed his eyes, the Japanese man decided to try a different tactic.

"Yao-nii," he asked, "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

"Something wrong aru," Yao replied, tilting his head, "No, I'm alright. Nothing is wrong….," he shook his head, "Nothing is wrong…. Nothing, nothing is wrong at all aru…."

"Are you sure?" Japan's brows furrowed in concern.

Yao frowned and looked at his feet. Silence was the only sound besides the rain. Then, the sound of chuckling made its way to their ears and they took another step back when the nation flew into a bout of hysterical laughter. His head lifted itself to the sky and his laughter scared them.

"Are you alright aru," Yao questioned, giggling, "Is something wrong aru? Are you sure aru? Are you sure aru?!" His laughter slowly died down, replaced by the occasional chuckle.

"Am I alright aru? I don't know~! Do I seem alright to you Japan?"

"We're making a movie! We're making a new world!"

"Ne-"

Alfred pulled out a baseball bat. However, upon closer inspection, the three noticed that it had nails stuck in it near the top. Feliciano then pulled out several throwing knives.

"Yes," Alfred said, "A new world. A world where you all don't exist."

"Why are you doing this?" China snarled, pushing harder.

"Why?! Why aru?! Several reasons actually!" Japan threw China off and the two stood back up, breathing heavily. China's blood red eyes flashed and glowed in the dark of the rain.

"But the main one? I'm correcting a mistake I had made a long time ago!" He rushed at Japan again.

"What do you mean?" Japan blocked the knife with his arm. Red dripped down onto the road and he backed up.

"I should have left you there in that forest to die!"

Peering around out of the corner of his eye, his gaze widened as he saw Japan fall down. The nation breathed heavily, hands twitching and his eyes glazed over. China's butcher's knife was stuck in his forehead. Blood came from the wound and onto the pavement he was now lying on.

"Japan!"

"You should be more worried about yourself." Mongolia turned back and couldn't dodge the bloody bat. Black overtook his vision.

"Where the bloody hell are you?"

"Why, England! It's so nice to hear from you," Alfred replied blankly.

"A-America?! Why do you have Russia's cell phone?!"

"He's unable to answer," the American said, "Consider yourself warned."

"Warned?! What do you-?!"

Alfred ended the call and turned to the others.

"Let's get out of here."

"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."

"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."

"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.

"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."

"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.

When one is lonely, they can be led to the brink of insanity until the point that they cannot be saved. And by that time, they will wish for a friend's companionship... However, they would never get it.

When one is lost, they cannot find their way forward. With companions beside them, their chances increase. However….. With all three lost, the way gets darker and grimmer with each mistake that is made.

When one is sick, their thoughts become a blank haze. They cannot see clearly. The sickness can turn into a disease quickly though and many will fall.

SpReAD:

One by one, they are infected….

I do not own Hetalia.