America was still standing in his kitchen when a young American walked in, smiling widely. "Dude, there's these really weird guys outside asking for you. One of them is, like, completely ruining our vibe, man."
"Tell them to go around to the back door and that they shouldn't let anyone else seem them."
"Whatever, dude," the American said, leaving the room.
America sat down at his table and drummed his finger on the table. "I can't be a good ruler if I'm not safe as a ruler. And I'm really scared of England... It's not very hero-like of me, but I am. He's much smarter than me and he's brave. He knows how to act quickly and safely, which makes him dangerous. He didn't believe the psychics when they said I would become ruler and he tested them by asking them to tell his future. Then they said he would raise great rulers. Why won't I be the one to raise these rulers? I wouldn't mind getting replaced with someone I taught and trained myself. If England is the one who will raise rulers then I have gained a guilty conscious and betrayed Ancient Rome for England and his students. I've done all of this just so they can become rulers! I can't let this happen! I'll have to go against destiny and stop that from happening!"
Sometime during his speech America had jumped up and began pacing. He stopped when he heard someone walk in the back door. "Who's there?" America called.
"It's the awesome me!" Prussia said, walking into the room. "And lame him," he gestured to Ireland.
"Wasn't it just yesterday that I talked to you?" America asked, wondering how they had arrived so fast.
"Yes it was! And awesome me was able to get us here awesomely quick!"
"Well did you think about what I said?" America asked them. "You know it was England who had you exiled, right?" he asked Ireland. "You thought it was my fault because I gained control of your home, but that's only because England insisted that Ancient Rome give it to me! I suspect that he wanted to put you off of his trail. I was completely innocent! I showed both of you the proof last time!" He picked up some papers and waved them in the air. "You were tricked and framed! England built up all of the evidence against you! He even had a whole team of soldiers specifically trained to set you up! It's obvious that England is the only one with the smarts and the army to do that!"
Prussia seemed to become bored at some point during America's speech and was now closely examining his shoes. "You don't have to explain such unawesome things. You've told us all of this already."
"Right, right," America nodded and threw the papers back onto the table, gesturing so that everyone would sit. "So are you just going to let him off the hook! He betrayed his own brothers! He ruined your name and called you a traitor! He handed over your country! You plan to let him get away with that?"
"Of course we don't!" Prussia said. "That would be unawesome!"
"Totally!" America said, smiling. "I have a plan that can help you get back at England! It will bring you back into honor on this side of the world," he told Ireland. "It will clear both of your names.
Ireland, who had been avoiding America's expectant gaze, finally looked him in the eye. "I'm angry," he said plainly. "I have been pushed around by this man and now I am angry. He is no longer someone I can call 'brother.' He's dead to me and I don't care what happens to him."
"No," America said, narrowing his gaze. "England is your enemy. You have to care about what happens to him or he can hurt you further. You can't let that happen." America stood up and leaned across the table so that his face was inches from Ireland's. "He. Is. Your. Enemy!"
Ireland nodded, unfazed by America's close proximity. He knows America was right and was slightly surprised to admit so.
America sat back down and took a moment to calm himself before continuing. "He's my enemy, too. He's all but admitted it and he's planning against me. I could simply exile him, but we have friends in common that I need to keep on my side. I need to be able to safely mourn for him outwardly, without people becoming suspicious of me. That's where your help is needed. I can't have these plans heard on this side of the world. I can barely say them without a risk."
"You want me to kill my own brother," it was more of a statement than a question. Ireland was staring at the table intently.
"He's no longer your brother, Ireland. You said so yourself," America reminded him.
"You're right," Ireland nodded to himself. "We'll do it."
"What about..." Prussia started.
America interrupted him. "In about an hour, I'll tell you where to go and when. This will have to get done tonight, away from here. For all of this to go well, both England and Sealand have to be out of the picture. Sealand is with him and we don't want him spreading around what he is going to see tonight." He stopped for a moment and studied them. "I guess I should give the two of you time to decide," America laughed nervously.
"We've already decided," Prussia said. "We're going to follow through with this awesomely."
"All right," America nodded. "I'll tell you when it is time. Try to stay close by."
Prussia and Ireland took this as their cue to leave and America stood, rubbing his neck.
"Well England," he said, glancing out the window at the pre-party. "Tonight's the night we say goodbye."
A/N
Cast: First Murderer - Prussia? Second Murderer - Ireland
Note: America never said he would give Ireland his land back, though I'm sure Ireland is inferring it.
Carmen won't be able to visit Carmen Island for the next, what is it, 40 days? So that means it's free for a few of you other readers to go and review on. That would mean a lot to me.
Have a good night and