America smiled at England, "You will raise great rulers!"

Oh? Were they on this again? "Yes, and you will be a great ruler." England thought idly about whether America really believed it or whether he just thought the idea sounded nice. He couldn't really believe it, could he?

"And the Ruler of Ireland, too? Isn't that what they said?" he asked.

"That's exactly what they said," England nodded, though this was the only part he couldn't really figure out. Why would Lithuania pick Ireland as the country America would rule? "Who's that coming?" England pointed to a figure in the distance. "Switzerland?"

"Not unless Switzerland is bringing Liechtenstein with him. That's two people that are coming."

Two people? England squinted. There was only one person coming. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see, then."

As the two figures neared, England recognized France...And immediately wanted to leave. "I don't have time to talk to that..."

"Shh! England!" America hushed him. "My brother is coming! I haven't seen him in..."

England zoned him out. America has a brother? He couldn't possibly mean France...

"Ancient Rome was happy when he heard that you made us winners of this war," France said as they approached, speaking only to America. "He was amazed by the stories that were told of how you fought against the traitors and the Prussian army all in one day. He commended you on the fact that you weren't scared to death. So many people came by and called you a hero."

"He sent us to give you thanks," Canada added from behind France. England jumped, he hadn't noticed Canada. "He wants us to be your escorts back to Rome. Your real reward won't come from us."

"But so you have a little taste of the sweet, sweet excitement..." France made a big flourish with his hands and bowed to America. "Good luck to you, Ruler of Ireland." France lifted his head and smiled. "That title belongs to you now."

America's face went white as snow, and he looked at England with wide eyes. "The ghosts told the truth," he whispered harshly.

England stepped in front of America so France would have to look at him. His face was full of fury. "If my brother is dead then that should've been your first bit of news."

France shrank back from England and hid behind Canada, cowering, he pushed Canada forward. "The...well...you see...your brother...He isn't dead," Canada started nervously.

England face only went redder with this news and America pushed past him to place a hand on his brother's shoulder. "If Ireland is still alive, why am I ruling his country?"

Canada calmed noticeably once it was just America he had to focus on. "Ireland is still alive, but has been exiled to Prussia," Canada hurried on. "Ancient Rome doesn't want Ireland on his land anymore and says that now he is Germania's problem. He...he kind of deserves it," he added even faster. "He led a rebellion against our side, or maybe he fought with Prussia, he could've did both, but he's a traitor. He had started confessing before we left." As soon as he finished talking, Canada ran back to France, trying to get himself out of England's reach.

"It's just like the psychics said," America mumbled to himself. I not only rule my country but Ireland, too. So what about Ruler of the World?" He turned to France and Canada. "Thanks for letting me know this brilliant news." He looked at England and lowered his voice. "Aren't you thinking that that the people you raise will become great Rulers?"

England shook his head. "If you choose to believe their predictions then you will become Ruler of the World, but it's all just a coincidence. They were just humoring you. They had obviously heard the news about you ruling Ireland before you did and just repeated it to you. It's all just a guessing game. If you linger on it, you'll end up hurting yourself." He nodded towards France. "Can I speak with you?" He grabbed France's arm roughly and pulled him aside.

Canada looked after them awkwardly, wondering if he should follow, but decided to just stay put. He looked over at America who seemed to be talking to himself.

"But if two things that they said are true, shouldn't the last be true?" He glanced up, looking at Canada but not really seeing him. "I should've thanked them," he said, forgetting that he already had. "The predictions weren't bad, but they weren't good either. I may be ruling Ireland, but to be Ruler of the World...I would have to go against Ancient Rome. That very thought is scarier than ghosts." America looked around himself, paranoia setting in. "My thoughts are scarier than the thought of ghosts coming after me right now. It's just a thought, but the mere thought of murder isn't like me. My country wasn't put together by murderers. The thought of me becoming one makes me sick. When did things that don't even exists begin to, like, matter to me?"

"Look at how shocked he is," England spun France around to look at America.

"If the predictions are true then they'll just happen, right? Destiny will take over and I won't have to do anything, right?"

England shook his head. He hated having to explain himself to France. "No, there's no need to worry about him. He sees his new country as a new toy. It will unlock doors to new mysteries and adventures. He just has to get used to the idea of having a second country."

America nodded finally, "Whatever will happen, will happen."

"Hurry up, you git! We're ready to go!"

"Sorry! I was distracted..." America walked over to Canada and steered him toward England and France. "I'm so glad you guys delivered the news. I'll never forget. Let's get going before Ancient Rome gets cranky," he laughed. Leaning toward England he said, "You should really think about the possibilities. We'll talk about it later, okay?"

"There's nothing to talk about, you bloody wanker!"

America put a finger to his lips, "Shh! We've said enough!" He climbed onto his horse. "Let's ride!"

A/N

So let me take a moment to describe the war that just happened. The world is broken up into two parts and two rulers. Half of Europe, the Americas, and most of Africa belong to Ancient Rome. The other half of Europe, Asia, Oceania, and the rest of Africa belong to Germania. Germania thinks that Ancient Rome is getting too confident and too powerful and started a war, hoping to gain land. However, they lost and there was no land lost or gained on either side. The only changes made were that America got Ireland as his territory and Germania got the personification of Ireland.

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