"And I thought old Equestria was boring."

Discord wandered about the multiverse alone and newly freed. Not too long ago, he had found another way to escape his new prison; as it turns out, while in Limbo he was able to spiritually escape his incased physical form. However, with those six element bearers still around and now resistant to his influence, he decided it was time to look for a new universe to improve with some chaos. He's been to, so far, the Full Metal Alchemist universe, in which he was almost shot down with guns and missiles, the Glee universe, where he couldn't STAND all of the random song numbers, the Pokemon universe where all he got was bombarded with metal balls, and now he's just left the Twilight universe, which he has now named the "BLAND AS WONDER BREAD" universe.

"If I ever find ONE MORE vampire," he said to himself, "I'm burning the whole universe down!"

He hasn't found anything worthwhile yet… but something tells me that's all about to change.

"Oh what are you talking about, narrator?"

Huh? How can you hear me!?

"Hello; my name's Discord. Looks like we haven't met."

… Point taken. Well, I think you're in more luck than you think.

"What makes you say that?"

At that moment, Discord noticed a glimmer of light below him in the vast void. Curious to see what it was, he approached. When he got there, he found a blue planet. He recognized it's appearance right away; Earth. He's seen it several times throughout the multiverse, but each one was different. What did this one have that the others didn't?

"Why are you saying things as they happen?"

I'm a narrator; it's my job!

"Job?" he asked, "How much are you getting paid?"

Well, this is a fanfiction so… nothing.

"Doesn't sound like a good job to me, little miss-"

Just look down at the planet!

"Oh fine!"

Discord peered into this Earth to get a closer look. As he looked, he saw what looked like the normal planet earth, but this one, as always, had one distinct feature that separated it from the rest; THIS one had several other people that seemed to represent the many countries, islands, states, and cities on the planet. Each one had a certain personality and history that coexisted with the
planet itself. This was the Hetalia universe.

"My, my…" Discord said, "This planet already is chaotic alone… I like it!"

Knew it. Perhaps this planet could use a little "level-up" in chaos. Discord flew down to see what he can do. He landed in the continent of Europe. This continent had the most continents in it; he can start up here. Now who should he corrupt first? Or should he skip to the chocolate rain?

At that moment, he noticed one nation walk by; he wore a blue and red military uniform with a cloak. He also had long flowing gold locks, and slight stubble with blue eyes. He looked like a walking target! But what did this country have that Discord could work with. Thankfully, Discord is invisible to most people in this universe, unless he wants people to see him. He tapped a finger on the man's head. In an instant, his memories and personality began to be seen by Discord. He saw everything about this country.

This country was the French Republic, otherwise known as France, or Francois Bonnefoy. Amongst his fellow nations he was considered a sexual deviant, as well as a bit of a coward at times. He's held a long-time rivalry with England, and is an older brother to Italy. Even without Italy, he considers himself as an "older brother" to most of Europe and the world. His most prominent feature, from the looks of it, is his love. He'd love anything and anyone who he considers beautiful.

Love… a dreadful bond… and yet, so easily separated. Discord could make use of this. He quickly flew ahead to put his plans for France in place.

France hadn't noticed Discord, as he was simply on his way to visit England. True the two of them had been rivals since childhood, but that didn't stop him from visiting him every now and then. Perhaps today he'd decide to be less of a, how you'd say, "total dickhead" for once? Still, he couldn't help but feel a strange presence, like something not of this world. That was when he saw something reflecting sunshine up ahead of him on the ground. Resisting the blinding glow, he approached to find a hand mirror. It was one of the most beautiful hand mirrors he had seen, with a perfectly reflective mirror, and a crystal-like edge and handle. He picked it up, looking into his reflection. What was such a beautiful thing doing out here in the dirt? As he brushed off the dust from the ridges, he heard a strange voice.

"Hello, France," it said to him. It was like a beautiful maiden speaking to him. France's eyes darted about, before focusing once again on the mirror. The mirror no longer held his reflection, but rather, an image of true beauty. The mirror showed him the image of a woman, with long flowing golden locks of hair, limped blue eyes, and wearing a dress of the most shimmering and radiant of hues. It was love at first sight for France. His heart was beating at an enormous rate, and a smile came across his face.

"Ma Belle!" He said with joy to the woman, "Who must you be?"

The woman spoke back in her beautiful, almost hypnotic voice, "My name is Belda Belle. Thank you so much for finding me."

"How could I not help a lovely lady like you?" France spoke in his most elegant French he could muster.

"What are you doing here, though?" Belda gave him a curious look.

"I was on my way to a… well, I suppose you could say friend," France answered, "why?"

"Friend?" she seemed rather confused, "England never seemed like a friend to me."

How did she know she was on his way to England's? France was getting a little confused.

"How did you know I was visiting England?" he asked her.

"My question to you is why you are visiting him," she replied, "when he clearly hates you?"

"Hates me?" France seemed rather shocked. True, the two of them were rivals since childhood, but he couldn't think of England straight-up HATING him. "Why would you say that?" He asked Belda.

"Isn't it obvious? Has he ever ONCE returned the love you show him?... Albeit not much?"

France thought about it for a second… Belda did have a point. He did take him into his home after that 100 years' war, even though he could've instead chosen to kill him and take his land. True it was as his servant, but still, he took him in. And yet he never once thanked him for even sparing his life. Not to mention he did kill Joan...

"Well… okay, I get your point. But why does it matter if England hates me?"

"Oh, it's not just him," Belda told him, as if she were talking to a child, "It's everyone. No one likes, nor loves you, France."

"What!?" France looked flabbergasted, "That's preposterous!"

"It sounds that way, but it's the truth."

"How do you know?"

"I have heard what they say about you… listen.."

At that moment, France began to hear voices. Some of them were other countries, others were of ordinary humans. But all of them were saying things France didn't want to hear…

"Has anyone seen that France fellow? He had better not be getting in trouble!"

"Tell me about it; that France guy just creeps me out!"

"W-What's FRANCE doing here!? Hide me!"

"And I hate… France, too!"

"France gives up without a struggle!"

"I thought maybe we could… bond over our mutual hated for France!"

More and more voices spoke, telling France all the same; that the world hated him. France's face seemed to grow pale. How could this be? Everyone hated him? How could they?

"B… But… Surely little Italy still likes me?"

"Italy Veneziano?" Belda had a sickening grin on her face now, "He was an Axis; if he truly loved you would he have gone against you? And he even defeated you once, right?"

"B-but…"

"If you don't think I'm telling you the truth… then take a look…"

This time it was a single voice France was hearing; Italy's…

"B-But France, I don't want to become French territory…"

"I did it! I beat Big Brother France!"

"France… stay away from me!"

"Heheheh… that idiot France still thinks I love him?"

France's face had gone stark white at this point. Everyone - even ITALY, his own brother, hated him. This had to be a trick! But… the voices… they sounded so real… At this point, he was beginning to believe that Belda was telling him the truth.

"Y… You're right… they… they all hate me… even ITALY… my own little brother… HATES me…" France sounded heartbroken.

"Then what shall you do?"

Suddenly, Belda's image faded, showing another image; a series of swirling colors; green, yellow, blue, all of which began to repeat in France's gaze. France's eyes were locked on, until his colors suddenly started to go grey.

"I… If I cannot have love…" France said, "… then I shall hate instead! England will be the first to feel my wrath!"

The mirror suddenly disappeared from France's hand, but he seemed to have forgotten it. Without another word, he continued on the path to England's house.

Up in the air, Discord applauded. That worked even better than he thought!

"You know… maybe this world will be more fun than I expected… don't you think so narrator?"

I suppose…

To be continued…

"'To be continued'?"

This is just the first segment.

"You mean there's more!?"

That's what it means. Anyways…

To be continued…