Well, this was it.

The British Empire himself had taken over the entire world. Even the French Empire, who shared the world with the Brit, and put up a great fight after the betrayal, the Frenchman got defeated. Same with the Spanish Empire.

The Britishman was in his rather fancy and lavish office, gently spinning a newly made globe. Every country border that used to exist was gone, every continent was now labeled in a font: “𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊”.

The Brit chuckled, his posture in his chair formal, prim and proper, gentlemanlike, and fancy. His smirk got slightly wider, revealing a fang. He knew a big part of his success was your help. You knew all about planning for war, better attacks and defenses, and even better ways of getting supplies.

He chuckled once more, before lightly clearing his throat. “(Y/N)!” The Britishman called sweetly. “My dearest assistant, you’re needed in my office~!” He called once more, ringing a small little bell he had.