Ancient Rome and his group of followers arrived at America's D.C. home, his permanent place of residence since the marriage. He had moved there because his home in New York wasn't big enough for both of them. The sun was starting to set and it looked as if America kept his garden full and neat. The house looked recently painted and the smells of delicious food were wafting outside. Someone was making brownies.

"Look at this place!" Ancient Rome said happily. He breathed in deeply. "Ah! The air is sweet! I approve of this place! I don't think that America could have a place anymore perfect!"

England nodded. "America tends to be really nice in the spring time. You should come around winter. He barely ever leaves his house. He looks himself up and stays hidden in bed until the temperature rises." England shook his head. "He'd never be able to survive an English winter."

Belarus made the mistake of coming out of the house at that very moment. She was going to go for a walk before everyone showed up, wanting a little time for herself to talk to her big brother. America's home was big, but she always felt like people from his military were spying on her while she was at his house. Seriously, what was she going to do? Kill him in his sleep?

"Ah! And here is our lovely hostess!" Ancient Rome yelled loudly. Belarus hadn't been looking up and she startled at the sound of his voice. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "I know it's difficult for you to love me since you are so new to my rule, but let me tell you a secret," Ancient Rome told her, not noticing how much she was trying to hold back her anger. "Sometimes the countries I rule over make their love inconvenient to me, but I still accept it with a glass of wine and a bright smile. Knowing this, I am now teaching you to thank me for this inconvenience I'm causing you by being here." he hugged her, "It comes from my love for you and you should accept it warmly."

To say that England, Spain, and France's jaws had fallen to the ground would've been an understatement. They were shocked for three reasons. The first was that Belarus was at America's house and none of them knew why. Second, Ancient Rome was treating her as one of their own, hugging her and acting so normal. The last was that he apparently couldn't tell how angry he was making her. That last reason alone had the Italy brothers hiding behind a nearby tree. It didn't take long to piece it all together as they looked from Ancient Rome to Belarus and back again. Spain had to hide a laugh with his hand. France and England, however, looked concerned.

When Ancient Rome (finally) pulled away, Belarus had on a sugary sweet smile. "We are happy to have you here, Ancient Rome," she said, sounding genuine. "We will never be able to repay you for what you have done for America. Which is why we are so happily welcoming you." She moved from the doorway to let them in, but everyone seemed to be frozen in place. Except Ancient Rome who had a hand on her shoulder and was looking at everyone expectantly. "We've come to be very glad that you had not let our countries separate and we can only be more happy now that we have acquired another."

"Is America here?" Ancient Rome asked, peering into the house. "We didn't give him much of a head start." He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "To be honest, I wanted to get here before him, but he may have been too fast for us. Must have been the excitement that had built up inside him. He probably couldn't wait to tell you all of the good news."

"He's here," she nodded thoughtfully. "I think he's in his office, but I can have him meet us in the dining room. He isn't that busy. I think he just wanted to call some people in Ireland and see if there was anything he needed to do before dinner got started."

"Excellent!" Ancient Rome said, taking her hand. "Take me there! And bring America to the dining room! He is a great hero and I love him dearly! There should be no business going on while I am here. This is a time for everyone to relax! So tell me, does America have any wine?"

Belarus led Ancient Rome into the house by the hand, idly wondering how much wine he had had already. Veneziano and Romano hurried in after him, not willing to be left outside. The other three, however, stood outside and blinked at each other. There was a lot about this trip that already didn't make sense; hopefully there wouldn't be any more surprises.

A/N

Alright everyone! Let's take bets on how long it takes for Belarus to go all psycho crazy on Ancient Rome! Any ideas? Anyone? No? Okay.

Review Questions!
How is Belarus controlling her usually uncontrollable temper?
Why did Spain laugh?
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