This is a poem I wrote from Treize's POV. I don't like Treize at all, not in the least, but I think I do him justice with these words. After all—I've tried so hard to make people at least tolerate Relena with my other fics; I ought to at least practice what I preach and try to find something interesting even in the characters I absolutely can't stand. Megalomaniacs just aren't my favorite people in the world, I'll tell you that much.

For my next birthday I wish only that Gundam Wing belong to me.

Isn't it beautiful?
Look at how they gather
My little toy soldiers,
My little clay men
They dance and they dance
Forward
Brazen
Like a flag
Go on, my children, win me the world
Die for me,
Lovely like a flock of angels
Nothing will stand in your way
Win me the world
Win me the day
History will sing our names
And you'll be beautiful

*megalomaniac = person who wants to take over the world e.g. Brain the mouse