Ancient Rome, Spain, and Romano were sitting in the conference room. They had been there since the war ended, finalizing everything and making assessments of the surrounding countries. Ancient Rome wanted to make sure all of his side of the world was safe and unaffected. Veneziano ran into the room, taking his seat on the right of his grandfather.
"Has Ireland left for Prussia yet? The people in charge of him should be back soon, right?" Ancient Rome asked, pouring him some wine.
"Prussia has left, but no one is back yet, Grandpa Rome. On the way here I was able to speak with someone in charge of him. They told me that Ireland confessed and begged for your forgiveness. You shouldn't act so harshly to him! They said he looked deeply sorry!"
"You can't judge a person by how they look," Ancient Rome lectured. "I trusted him completely and look at what he has done to his friends. You have to choose who you trust wisely. Take America for instance..." Canada knocked on the door softly as France entered with a grand flourish of his hands. "Ah! Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear! I was just going to say how I wished I could've thanked you personally." Ancient Rome got up and threw his arm over America's shoulders and handed him a glass of wine. "You have achieved so much by winning this war for us that it is impossible to reward you properly. I owe you more than I can ever repay."
"I don't need a grand reward. Being a nation under your rule is its own reward. Really, we owe you. That is why we do what we can to protect you and this world. We become heroes by doing so," America said, finishing his wine.
Ancient Rome laughed and clapped him on the back. "You are welcome to visit anytime; you give such great compliments. I gave you Ireland so that you may grow in power; I will make sure of it. That will be my reward to you. And England! You deserve everything America has earned and everyone should know it." He put his other arm around England. "I wish you love and good will!"
England gritted his teeth. How the hell does love plus good will equal acquiring a new country? "Whatever I accomplish will be credited to you," he said through a fake smile.
"Ah!" Ancient Rome wiped a finger under his eye. "I am so happy that it brings tears to my eyes! And now, in front of everyone, I have an announcement to make. Veneziano!" Ancient Rome walked away from England and America to stand in front of his grandson. "Today, I make you the heir to my rule!" Next to Veneziano, Romano steamed. He was the older one! "Enough excitement for today, no?" Ancient Rome said after they had toasted. "America! Let's go to your house. I have not visited recently and I will be obliged to you if you offer your hospitality."
America paled, "O-of course! But I should go ahead of you. I...I have people I have to tell...We have to get the house ready...And there is food to make..."
"Of course, America! Go, go!" Ancient Rome pushed him out of the room, partway closing the door behind him.
"North Italy is now the heir to Ancient Rome." America mumbled to himself as he stood outside the door. "If I'm supposed to become Ruler then I will have to do something about him, too." America sighed. "I hope there are no mind readers around. I'd be in so much trouble...I wish that I couldn't read my own thoughts... In the end, I may have to close my eyes to block out the sight of what I'll have to do." America sighed again, running a hand through his hair, and hurried out of the building.
"You're right, England," Ancient Rome said as she opened the door to the conference room. "America truly was a hero out there and I can tell he deserves all of the compliments he has been getting. We should be heading after him now." Be pushed England ahead of him. "We've given him plenty of a head start to prepare for us." Ancient Rome and England left the building followed by Spain, Veneziano, and Romano.
A/N
Cast:
Donalbain (King Duncan's son): Romano
I always picture the personifications in their regular personalities until they get around their bosses (Ancient Rome in this story.) I feel like that they try to impress their bosses by acting more mature and proper (except for the Italies and France for some reason) in front of them even though they don't always act like that in front of the other personifications and in their own homes. So, of course, every time they are in front of Ancient Rome they'll be different.
This is a really short chapter and I'm apologizing for that, but that's because the next part will be so ridiculously long...and kinda creepy (it's already written) and I want to allow for that.
Review questions:
Why did America act so nervous when Ancient Rome invited himself to his house?
Should Romano be angrier that his younger brother was made heir ahead of him?
Why did Ancient Rome say England deserves everything America has but then only gave him love and good will?
And does it bother anyone else when England is called Britain or the United Kingdom (Because both of those names include other countries which should have their own personifications) or is it just me.
Have a good night and please review.
Thanks for reading!