Belarus sat at a small table with a letter clutched in her hand. She was frowning deeply and she tapped her nails on the table with her other hand. "I met the psychics on the day we won the war," she read aloud. "I asked them to tell my future and when they did I had asked them to explain how this stuff could be possible, but they disappeared before they were able to tell me. Me and England were joking about what they had said when France and Canada came to tell me that I had been made Ruler of Ireland. And guess what? That was exactly what one of the psychics called me! After him, the last psychic called me the future ruler of the world! I thought I should let you know considering our strange situation and that you are technically affected by all of this. What you do, keep this a secret. See you soon."

She looked up from the letter and crumpled it in her hand. "So now he's in control of Ireland," she muttered. "And he is promising to become a World Ruler...Maybe marrying that idiot will prove to be useful for me." They had accidentally been married a year before and they were driving each other crazy. "However, I worry about whether he has the guts to do it. He may be a moron, but he still reeks of innocence and kindness. He wants to be a powerful 'hero' but lacks the true ambition. Nor does he have the mean streak that this will need. He wants to do things in a fair way like a 'good person.' He'll refuse to cheat his way to the top, yet wants what he won't be able to take any other way."

Belarus pushed herself away from the table. With each word she had grown more furious and disgusted. She jumped up and began to pace the length of her small office. "It's something you want, but you're too afraid to go for it!" she yelled to a large portrait of America that was hung on a wall. She despised that picture. She despised America's cheery smile and picturesque thumbs up. She hated how photogenic he looked in front of his country's flag. She had tried to take the picture down when she had first claimed the room as her office, but it was like it was superglued to the wall. She only managed to scratch at the glass of the frame.

"You only told me because you want it done for you!" She turned and glared out the window at the road. "You better get here fast, America, so I can convince you of what needs to be done."

Belarus whirled around when she heard a soft knock on her door. "What!"

A nervous looking man entered, staring at the floor. "Ancient Rome is coming spend the night here," he said quietly to the floor.

"What!" She grabbed a lamp off of her desk and threw it at him. "Are you insane? America is with Ancient Rome! Wouldn't he have told me if..." She stopped herself. That idiot wouldn't even think about telling her. They had been hiding their marriage from everyone. The only person who knew was Ancient Rome and that was because America needed him to oversee the breaking up of their countries. However, Ancient Rome refused to allow it. He was excited to have one of Germania's countries now on his side. America must suddenly think it's okay to tell everyone. Belarus reluctantly choked down her rage. It would have been done anyway when she was announced as America's co-ruler. "Are you sure?" she said through her teeth.

The man nodded. "America is on his way. He had sent Canada ahead of him. He arrived here so out of breath that he could barely speak."

Belarus thought for a moment, smiling to herself. She waved the man away. "Right, right. Give him some water or something and send him away." She closed the door behind him and sat back at the table. "So Ancient Rome has decided to spend the night here, where he will die. Oh, big brother if only this was your destiny instead of this moron's. We would be able to come up with all of the plans and carry out the deed together. With you, I would be able to be cruel and block out all remorse, but right now it's almost hard to do so knowing that it helps you in no way and only helps the world's biggest idiot. On the other hand, big brother, once I am ruler I can take on Germania and help you become ruler, also. Yes, knowing this will help me throw aside any compassion. It'll help me be as poisonous as I need to be."

"Belarus!" America called as he entered his house.

Belarus smirked as she left her office. "Ruler of America and Ireland, and soon to be ruler of much more. I received your letter," she added unnecessarily. "I feel as if that future is already here.

"Ancient Rome is on his way," America said, not sure how to react to Belarus's strange mood.

"And when does he leave?"

"Tomorrow."

Belarus smiled. "He won't be leaving." She studied him. "It's so obvious what you are feeling. Don't you know how to hide your feeling?" She was practically hissing at him. "If you want them to think everything normal, you have to look normal. Act hospitable, smile, and greet them warmly." She shook her head. She felt as if she were giving a lesson to a five year old. "Look like the idiot you are, but prove to be an evil genius in your mind. We'll take care of Ancient Rome tonight, but by morning our whole world will be changed."

America swallowed. "We'll talk about this later."

Belarus nodded. "Act as normal as possible," she advised again. "Don't be suspicious, that's all you have to do. I'll take care of the rest."

A/N

Review Question:
How do you think Belarus would react if she knew that the "Psychics" were really just the Baltic States?

Cast:
Belarus: Lady Macbeth (I'll give the backstory)
Man with the unfortunate luck to be the one to tell Belarus of Rome's coming: Servant

Backstory:
In the world that I have created, Russia was forced to marry by Germania so that Russia would become a stronger power. At the same time, America was choosing to annex (Or marry) Mexico. Belarus had heard about her brother having to get married and was going to sabotage the wedding. At the last moment, Russia's wedding had been postponed (Germania wanted to wait until after the war, which was about to break out) but America's was going to continue. Belarus didn't know this and shut off the lights in the building, stole the marriage certificate, and signed it, accidentally becoming one with America.