"So much knocking," Canada said quietly to himself, sitting up in the bed he was in.

"Maybe we're throwing a party! Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Oh! You're just in time," Canada said happily to himself, yawning widely. "Did you bring ice? I think we are running out." He stopped talking as he heard the knocking again. Sighing, he stood up and stretched. "Come on in, come on in," he hurriedly said. The knocking was starting to get annoying. "What do you want? No, we did not order that pizza." He shook his head, "So noisy! It's too late for a party and too quiet in the house. No more pretending. I'm coming!" he yelled and then he mumbled, "I shouldn't have to answer the door! I'm the guest!"

When he went to the front door, Spain was following close behind him.

"Were you awake so late that you couldn't get up to answer the door?" Hungary asked when she walked in.

"Yes," Canada answered quietly. "Everyone was up late drinking."

"You drink?" She asked.

"No, no. It's very unflattering. It turns your nose all red and you fall into a deep sleep...and then there are other things..."

She eyed Spain, "And did all of this happen to you last night?"

Spain shook his head. "I'm too strong for alcohol to do anything to me."

"Is America awake," she said right before he walked into the room. "I guess my knocking woke you up, then."

"Good morning, America," Spain said.

"Morning Spain, Hungary."

"Is Ancient Rome awake?" she asked him.

"Not yet."

"He had asked me to wake him up early. I almost missed it because I forgot the time change."

America pursed his lips. "I'll show you to his room." He turned and walked down the hall.

"It's weird when he makes house visits, isn't it?" Hungary asked. "It's an honor to host him, but it can be so much trouble sometimes."

America nodded once without answering. "Here's the door."

Hungary bowed her head at him slightly and ducked through the door.

"So are we all leaving today?" Spain asked America.

"Yes, he told me to make plans to make sure all of you were able to go home safely."

"No offense, America, but your house is a little creepy at night. I'll be glad to leave it. I kept hearing noises. Yelling, crying, owls. I could've been dreaming, I suppose, but it was creepy all the same."

America nodded, "It was a rough night."

Spain startled a bit. "Does it happen often?"

Hungary ran out of the room, clearly angry and upset. "I...I can't believe it," she gasped out.

"What's the matter?" Spain and America asked at the same time. "The worst imaginable has happened."

"What are you talking about?" America asked the same moment Spain said, "Has something happened to Ancient Rome?"

"Go look," she told them, clenching her fists. When America and Spain went into the room Hungary started banging on the bedroom doors. "Wake up!" she yelled through them. "There has been a murder! There are traitors around!" She threw open one of the doors. "England! Wake up!" she told the confused Englishman inside the room. "Romano! Italy!" she hollered, opening another door. "All of you! Get up! Something terrible has happened! Spread the word!"

England, Belarus, France, and many other people who had attended the dinner came into the hallway, confused and murmuring to each other.

"What is going on here?" Belarus asked as she pushed her way to the front of the group. She was wearing a long night gown and her hair was a mess. "Why are you waking everyone up?"

Hungary stopped for a moment and stared at Belarus. "I...I don't think this concerns you..." she glanced over Belarus's shoulder and stepped around her to get to England. "England! England, Ancient Rome has been murdered!"

"In my own house?" Belarus asked breathlessly, putting a hand to her chest.

"It would be a terrible event no matter where it happened," England flatly explained to Belarus. "Hungary, you must be joking..."

America and Spain came out of the bedroom, looking shocked. "I wish I could've died before I saw what happened to Ancient Rome," America was saying. "I could've died happy then, but now I feel like we are the punchline to a bad joke."

Romano and Veneziano finally came out of their room and saw everyone gathered in the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Romano asked, looking frustrated.

"A lot of things," America mumbled. "The world is full of things going wrong."

"Your grandfather is dead," Hungary said. "He's been murdered."

"Grandpa?" Veneziano shrieked. "Who did it?" he was trying really hard to keep the tears out of his eyes.

"It looks like the soldiers who were supposed to be guarding him did it," Spain answered. "They were covered in blood and their daggers hadn't been wiped down. We woke them up and they stared at us dazed and confused. We shouldn't have trusted them."

"I regretted the anger that flew through me that made me kill them," America nodded thoughtfully.

"You killed them?" Hungary asked, becoming angrier. OF all the stupid things America could have done, he kills the only people they could've put on trial. Wasn't he the one always yapping about innocent until proven guilty?"

"I...I wasn't thinking clearly. I couldn't be calm and furious and all the other emotions all at one time," America explained himself. "No one can do that...I loved Ancient Rome so much that the sight of him...I couldn't think rationally...Who amongst us could've controlled themselves? Those who loved him and had the courage to act on it?"

"I should go," Belarus said. Everyone looked at her. She looked out of place and uncomfortable around the people that loved Ancient Rome.

"Yes, you should. And someone can explain to me what the hell you are doing here."

Romano had pulled his brother away from the group and told him to keep quiet and stop sniveling. Veneziano leaned close to him. "Why do I have to be quiet, Romano? Don't you want to know what's happened?"

"What are we going to say? We have to go, we're in danger." Veneziano's eyes widened. "Don't cry, you! We have to leave first!"

"But...Grandpa..."

Romano clapped a hand over his brother's mouth and pulled him farther down the hall. No one took notice to them because they were all talking about Belarus.

"So you see," England was telling Hungary. "She's fine. It's a bit awkward considering the moment, though. Spain, can you go with her while we..." he gestured toward the room, and Spain nodded, guiding Belarus away. "We should all get dressed. We'll talk about this in the conference building back in Europe. We can't think straight while we are all seeing what we saw. I plan to find out who and what caused this."

"So will I," Hungary added and everyone else nodded with her.

"Okay, we'll all meet in Europe, then. Hurry. Get there as soon as you're all able."

"What are we going to do, Romano?" Veneziano asked when everyone left. "We shouldn't go back home. I'm going to go to Germany."

Romano nodded. "We shouldn't be together. We'll be safer separated. I'll go to China."

"Do you really think someone wants to hurt us, Romano?" Romano nodded at him. "We should tell everyone goodbye..."

"Absolutely not! We don't have time for that!" Romano yelled as he pulled Veneziano through a window.

A/N

I know why Spain was laughing in that one chapter. It's because he wasn't supposed to be in that scene and he thought the author of this story was stupid for not knowing that. He was supposed to come in with Hungary. Also, in the play, King Duncan's sons go to England and Ireland (they are in Scotland) looking for help from other Royal Families. In my story the only other "royal" is Germania so they are going look for him.

Cast: Canada-Porter Soldiers-Servants Hungary-Macduff

Review Questions: Why couldn't Ancient Rome ask someone who was already at the part to wake him up? Why did Romano pull his brother through a window? Why didn't Hungary punch Belarus? I would've punched Belarus. Why is Canada going crazy?

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