Disclaimer: Geez, don't you people know the drill yet? Don't own them. The song 'Peace on Earth' belongs to U2. Next chapter should be out soon, cus they're short.

Relena stands triumphant and glowing as the Earth Sphere's most prominent leaders rise to their feet in applause for her passionate words. Her conclusion, 'And so, I call for peace. Immediate, unconditional peace, so that no more blood shall be shed in lieu of ink and words!' still hangs in the air like the last notes of cymbals, reverberating off of the walls and adding to the general roar. Bureaucrats are already scurrying to prepare the necessary paperwork which will be required to propose a bill and to carry out the lengthy deliberations.

/Heaven on Earth, we need it now

I'm sick of all of this hanging around/

Halfway across the world, her grainy flickers on a tiny television screen, providing the only light in a small room. Two boys sit next to each other on a beaten up sofa in front of it – one asleep, a bloody bandage covering a cut on his cheek, the other awake and staring incredulously at the Queen. He clenches and unclenches his fists, trying to restrain himself. His comrade badly needs the rest. Finally losing control, he took a quick step towards the set, hand raised to smash the screen, but checks himself at the last minute.

"This is going nowhere."

Braid whipping behind him, he does an about-face and stalks from the room, away from the naïveté of the world's figureheads. Once past the empty doorframe, he leans against the wall, sliding down it until he is sitting on the floor with his elbows on his knees and his thin hands on his head, staring at the floor.

/Sick of sorrow, sick of the pain

I'm sick of hearing again and again

That there's gonna be peace on Earth/