"I've heard that a lot of strange things were happening last night," Canada said. He and France were sitting against a wall outside of the conference building.

"There were," France nodded to the younger nation. "Even the sky seems upset, doesn't it?" he sighed, looking up into the gray sky. "Sometimes being a nation is hard, you see a lot of loveless things happening in the world. With so many beautiful people, you'd think they would be doing beautiful things. I guess it's hard when the clouds take away the beauty of the day."

"It's strange. Who would want to kill Ancient Rome? I can't remember a single time when he wasn't being a nice guy or a great leader. Someone told me that an owl killed a falcon last night. That sounds a bit weird, doesn't it?" Canada was talking at the ground, speaking quietly.

"And Ancient Rome's best horse ran away last night," France added.

"Couldn't anyone catch it?"

"It was like it suddenly became an untamed wild horse again. Quite magnificent." He looked up and smiled widely. "Hungary, beautiful as always, I see. How are things?"

Hungary's face stayed blank. "Do you really need me to tell you?"

France shook his head. "So who was it?" he said somberly.

"The soldiers that guarded him. The soldiers that America killed."

France leaned forward, a serious look on his face. "And what was in it for the soldiers that they would kill him?"

Hungary sighed. "It seems that they were paid to kill him. Veneziano and Romano have run away which makes them the prime suspects."

"That doesn't make sense!" France said, jumping up, suddenly distraught. "Ancient Rome did everything for them! Why would they kill him?" He sat back down and put his head in his hands. "So America will be the new ruler then?"

"He's already been named ruler. He's on his way to meet with Germania and make it official."

"And Ancient Rome?"

"He will be buried with the other old rulers."*

"Are you going to watch the ceremony?" France asked, finally looking up.

"No, I have something to take care of somewhere else."

"Well, I'll go then." France stood up and dusted himself off.

Hungary chuckled, "Good luck. Good-bye! Let's hope things don't get worse!" she called over her shoulder.

France looked down at Canada and helped him up. "No one pays much attention to you, do they?"

England banged on America's front door. "And now he has all of it," he told a fairy that was sitting on the doorknob. "He's a World Ruler. He has complete control over Ireland and his name sake." England shook his head in anger. "I bet he somehow forced his way into all of this. Hopefully he remembers that I will be the one to raise rulers. Not him. If the Baltics are somehow psychic then that means my prediction will come true, also."

"Yo, England!" America called from behind him. England turned, looking at all the people with America. There was Belarus, Spain, France, and a whole lot of other people England would never be able to remember the names of, even if he took the time to meet all of them. "You have to come to my party man! You're the most important guest!"

Belarus stared harshly at England. "America says the celebration wouldn't be complete without you. We were just going to call you."

America unlocked his door and pulled England into his house. "I rented out a restaurant, a buffet, for the party. I want you to come!"

England startled slightly. America wanted him to come? He gritted his teeth. "Whatever it is that you ask me to do it is my duty to do it."

"Are you going somewhere?" America asked, finally noticing that England was wearing traveling clothes and was gathering the things he had brought over the other night, the one that now seemed so long ago.

"Yes."

"Oh... We were going to have a meeting... I guess it can wait until tomorrow. Are you going far?"

"Far enough," England said, not looking in America's direction. "It's going to take me a while to get there, but once I'm there I won't be there that long. It's just something one of my brothers asked me to take care of."

"That's... Okay. Well... Don't miss the party, man!" America said a little too loudly.

"I won't miss it," England answered, bowing his head slightly.

"We've been told that the Italies, those murderers, are hiding in Germany and China. They haven't confessed to murdering Ancient Rome and they are spreading around weird rumors. But we can talk about all of this tomorrow, along with the other things that concern the both of us. You should go before you have to stay out too late. Are you taking Sealand with you?

"I don't really have that much of a choice, do I?" England asked. "Good-bye, America." England gathered up his things and quickly walked out the back door. He passed the party of Americans that had set up camp in the front door and nearly bumped into Belarus as he tried to avoid a baseball that flew in his direction.

Belarus touched his arm to steady him a bit, "Watch yourself, England," she said somewhat creepily. "We wouldn't want you to get hurt."

England shivered inwardly, but smiled outwardly at Belarus before rushing away.

A/N

Cast:

Canada - Old Man

*Old rulers: Ancient Egypt, Ancient Rome, etc.

I know what everyone is thinking and this is definitely an ongoing joke that goes around and around in my head over and over and over. I don't know if anyone finds this as much of a joke as I do, but England has raised America who is now a world ruler. This means that technically England has already raised a great ruler, which was Latvia's thinking when it came to the prediction. If America was going to be a world ruler then why not tell England he was going to raise Nations that became world rulers? But I guess England must still be in his denial.

I find it funny that neither England nor America have considered that maybe the Baltics meant America when they said England was going to raise great rulers. I guess that's irony for you.