America walked outside and mingled with some of his guest, acting normally, or so it seemed to the people who barely saw him, but as Belarus approached him, she noticed that his stance was a little tense and that his laughter didn't reach his eyes.

"Did you see England leave?" America asked her under his breath as one of his "buddies" told what seemed to be a very loud and very dirty joke.

Belarus smiled sweetly to some passing people and spoke through her teeth. "I did. And tell me, why do you continue to look so unhappy? Any sad thoughts should've gone away when you killed Ancient Rome." She turned toward him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and spoke into his ear, trying to look flirtatious to untrained eyes. "You've gotten everything you wanted. If you are still unhappy then you have gained nothing! If I knew you were going to be so anxious about all of this then you would've been the one murdered, not the killer. You can't turn back time, so stop dwelling on the past."

America turned to Belarus and placed his hands on her hips, causing her to dig her fingernails into his shoulders. He bent his face toward hers, touching her forehead with his. "We've only handled a part of the problem. Trouble will come asking to stay the night again, but the world will have to be ending before I hide away scared. We killed those guys and now they are at peace, we can do nothing else to them."

She took his hands in hers and dug her nails into his palms, trying to get him to understand just how serious what she was saying was. "Relax, dear. Put on a happy face for your party. You need to look cheerful and fun-loving for all of your guests."

"That's exactly what I was doing, love. I hope you'll do the same. Be extra nice to England. Talk to him and look at him in a way that will make him feel important. We need to appease him to avoid any trouble, hide our true feelings."

Belarus was having a hard time keeping up her fake smile. "You have to stop saying such moronic things!"

America groaned in frustration and turned away from Belarus, waving at some guy who was about to dive into the pool. "I can't help it! England and Sealand are going to try to take ruler away from me! They want to have control over everything!"

Belarus wrapped her arms around America's middle from behind. "We wouldn't let that happen! We have so much power! They can't take that away from us! We'll stop them if they try!"

"That's true, so I guess it's a reason to be cheerful. It'll be over soon anyway."

"What are you planning?" Belarus asked him, slightly surprised.

America shook his head. "It's better you don't know until it is done." He looked up at the sky and sighed. "It'll be getting dark soon." He turned to Belarus and smiled genuinely at her. "Why does everyone seemed so surprised by the things I say? Don't question me just yet. I've realized that once you do something bad, you are usually forced to do other bad things." He took her hand and led her away from the party. "Come with me."

"Who are you, you unawesome loser?" Prussia asked an American soldier who was standing closely behind him. "Why are you following us?"

"America told me to follow you and gave me orders against England, sir."

"We can trust him," Ireland told Prussia. "He was told the same things we were."

"Fine," Prussia said, crossing his arms and turning away from the soldier. "It won't be long now, anyway. It's getting dark and the lame travelers will want to be indoors. England will be by us soon."

"Won't you hurry up? You're going to make us late!"

Ireland shook his head at how impatient his younger brother was. "That's him."

"Are they walking?" Prussia asked, shuddering at the thought of having to walk from where they were to the party which was just over a mile away."

"We're in the capitol," the soldier explained. "Many people would rather walk around here so they could see the sights."

Ireland pulled Prussia and the soldier into the shadows. "He's coming! Hush!"

England was shaking his head angrily. "It's going to bloody rain tonight!" he was saying.

Suddenly, or so it seemed from Sealand's point of view, England was attacked by three men he couldn't quite get a glimpse of.

"What the...?" Sealand started.

"Get out of here, you bloody git!" England yelled to him, trying to fight off his attackers. "I'll meet you as soon as I can get out of here!"

Sealand wanted to ask him what he was supposed to do if England couldn't get away, but England glared hard at Sealand and yelled, "Staying here won't make you a country, Sealand! Go!"

Sealand wanted to argue. He wanted to yell back at the man that was supposed to be raising him. He wanted to point out that countries fought back, they stood up for what they had to, but then England took a serious blow to the head and fell to the ground. Sealand took one step forward to help, but then turned and ran from the scene. He knew there was nothing he could do now. He was just one little nation against three large men. He stuck to the shadows and was able to get away quickly, wishing he had seen their attackers' faces.

"What had happened to the light?" the soldier asked.

"It was my awesome idea to put it out."

The soldier looked around. "What happened to the boy that was with him?"

"Damn it!" Ireland cursed under his breath. "America won't be happy that he is gone."

"He'll be happy that we so awesomely completed something," Prussia insisted, leading Ireland away.

A/N

America is strong and can take Belarus nails in his hands. Aren't they a lovely couple? Anyway! I hope you enjoyed reading that America/Belarus bit just as much as I enjoyed writing it! I enjoyed the subtext. It made the whole thing funnier. They're both smiling while they are taking about murdering. I just find it funny.

Cast:
Random Soldier - 3rd murderer.

I feel like Shakespeare was like "Oh. There should be three murderers. Hmmm. I don't want to change it, I'll just write another one in."
Also, if I were Germania, I'd be upset that my countries are taking orders from America.

Have a good day and please review!