AN: The story is plot less. Please be aware English is not my best subject so there will be errors. I sometimes even have a habit of writing when my mind is half asleep and miss words and stuff. I apologize in advance. I will edit here and there. Please enjoy.

Chapter One

It was another day at the United Nations (Nations) conference room. Most nations were presence, where some felt the need not to show up for reasons of their own. The usual G8: Italy, Germany, Japan, China, America, England, France, and Russia...plus Canada were present. There was also Austria, Prussia, South Italy (Romano), Spain, and other European nations. They all sat at a grand round table, so that each Nation could see the nations all around them. Like always America always started the meeting, but it was England who took over with a paper in one hand and a top hat in the other. He was twirling the hat as he read through the file.

"And so the Bosses have all agreed that we should do a play for all the major cities around the world," England explained as he placed the paper down to look at the nations around him.

"What kind of play?" Austria asked, suspiciously.

"Romeo and Juliet."

"Was this your boss's idea?" France asked.

"No. It did not specify who had the idea and they probably want to keep it that way, just that they agreed that we need do the play with us-," England pointed to himself first then to the others as he spoke. "-As the cast."

"Do we even have time for a play?"

"We might as well set time, because the bosses want it, and it's not a bad idea. Now then," England continued to swirl the hat. "In order not to offend anyone the bosses also wanted the cast to be elected by the draw of this hat." He lifted the hat high so that everyone could see the fancy looking hat before handing it over to Canada who was next to him. "Pick only one piece of paper and pass it to the person sitting next to you. Please no peeking at the name until everyone has a slip. Understand?"

"Why?" America asked.

"Because I said so," England nearly snapped.

After five minutes of everyone getting a slip of paper the hat reached England and he took hold of the last folded paper in the hat. "Now then in the count of three we see who is who in this play. 1...2...3."

Everywhere around the table people unfolded their tiny piece of paper to glance at who got who.

"GAH!" It was America, he dropped the paper and it landed like a feather on the table. He pulled back and stared at who he got in horror. NO! This was some mistake! No way!

"What is wrong, America?" Japan peeked over America's shoulder at the horrid paper. "Oh. That is not bad."

"Who'd you get?" France rushed over to also sneak a peek. He suddenly burst into laughter.

"Now I'm curious," England mumbled forgetting to check who he got.

"He is Juliet." France said out loud for everyone to hear.

The nations all around burst into laughter.

"Well you did always want the spotlight on you," England snickered.

"No! I refuse to be Juliet!" America cried.

"So who is Romeo?" Canada asked, curiously. That was when everyone besides America returned to check their own paper.

"Well I don't mind being America's mother," England got Lady Capulet.

"I think you'd make the perfect wife," France snuck an arm around England's waist.

"Hands off, Frog," England pinched France's hand.

France dropped his hold to hold the now injured hand. "Is that how you treat your husband."

"Quit spreading lies!" England snapped.

"I'm not lying! See," He showed his crumbled paper to England.

England gawked. "No! No! There is no way your my husband." France was Capulet.

"Ha, Ha!" America laughed. Well, now that England had to wear a dress like him he didn't have to worry about suffering alone.

"But who is Romeo?" The other nations were dying to know who got to be Romeo.

"Kolkolkol."

The crowd all froze.

Russia wasn't happy as he dropped his slip of paper.

The crowd was curious what got Russia acting well weird.

Belarus-who chose to sit next to her dear brother- sneaked a glance at his paper. "Oh, big Brother, I'm happy for you."

"I-it can't be," America's voice cracked.

"But it is," Belarus revealed the paper to everyone.

"AHHH!" America would have fainted. No! No! There was no way in hell he was playing a character who would be Russia's lover.

"Well that is one way to break the tension between them," China mumbled.

"This play might actually be interesting," Germany said, because two countries who hated each other to the core ended up playing the main leads. This was going to be perfect.

"Germany," Italy peeked over Germany's shoulder to sneak a glance at his paper. "Who'd you get?"

Germany showed Italy his paper.

Italy nearly squealed. "I will be your wife, Germany."

"Huh?" Germany blushed. "Really?"

"Mhm," Italy showed Germany his paper.

"OH." Germany was positive his face was a tomato. Italy got Lady Montague and Germany was Montague. Maybe they could pretend Russia was their child...a scary...weird...child. Germany shivered. "Well then...I look forward to working with you."

"If-if we don't want our part, can we switch?" America asked. The spotlight was fun in all when he didn't have to wear a dress and play the hero, but playing Russia's lover...No way in hell!

"The bosses said we are only allowed to change parts once before the casting becomes official, so everyone think wisely."

"Sweet," America took the opportunity to ask the first person to trade with him: Canada.

"Sorry, America, but-," Canada sneaked a quick glance over at Russia who didn't make a move to switch with other people. "-I think you're the only one able to handle Russia."

And so America got the same or similar response from everyone in that room. Why was everyone scared of Russia? What was so scary about Russia? America glared deadly at Russia. He wasn't scary, but the second Russia looked at him America looked away shaking. Okay, maybe he was a little scary. Wait! America turned back to the spot where Russia was sitting and Belarus was right next to him. Maybe...America smiled widely...oh yes...Belarus would love to be Juliet.

That smile...oh Russia noticed the way America looked at Belarus, and as much as he didn't like the idea of being America's lover he wasn't going to give up Romeo. Finally, he would have the spotlight as a good guy. And people would have to praise him for his amazing acting. Russia could act...maybe. Anyway, Russia wasn't stupid. The instant America looked at Belarus with that expression of -I just got an idea- he knew he had to prevent Belarus from getting Juliet, because there was no way in hell he was kissing his sister even if someone gave him a trillion ruble.

"Sestra," Russia called Belarus.

"Yes, big brother," Belarus beamed.

"You know I love you, da?"

Belarus squealed. Rarely did her precious big brother admit his love to his dear sister...rarely, but she knew her brother loved her.

"I will love you a thousand times more if you don't trade with Amerika."

Belarus didn't respond, she was thinking, and as she was thinking America was approaching her. Please, make her agree with Russia, please make her agree.

He had to try another method.

"You love me, right?" He asked.

"Of course I do," Belarus answered without a second thought.

"Then show me your love by doing as I say, da?"

"HEY, BELARUS!" America greeted loudly like always. "Wanna be Juliet?" He went straight to the point.

"Sorry, but my Big brother's love is more important than stupid character."

And that's how America ended up being cast as Juliet.

-to be continued

AN: I deleted Experiment 22, but it will return once I have an idea of what is in store. Hope you guys enjoy.