Turkey, Netherlands, Spain, and Canada were standing on the borders of the two world rules as they waited for the rest of their soldiers to come together. As soon as the troops were gathered they would be leaving for America.

"The German army has already left," Turkey told them. "Veneziano is going to be leading them through this war. Germany and Hungary is with him. Hungary has gathered what's left of her army and she has rallied the Austrian army."

"We're supposed to meet them at the Statue of Liberty," Canada added in.

Netherlands was standing next to Turkey and staring into the distance, refusing to meet eye contact with the people around him. "Is that mini-Spain going to be there also?" he asked the air.

"Romano isn't coming," Spain answered, trying to not get frustrated with Netherlands. "He couldn't get away, but he is trying to arrange for more soldiers to be sent. They'll be heading to America as needed."

"Does anyone know where America is or what he's doing?" Turkey asked before Netherlands could make a snarky retort.

Netherlands crossed his arms. "He's gathering his troops. He isn't that far from his home. He's losing the little bit of control that he had."

"America feels incredibly guilty and can see that all of the blood is on his hands. Armies are pushing into his home and his own army is only following orders. He used to seem brave but now he seems too small to be ruler. He's like a small kid playing dress up in his father's clothes," Spain said quietly.

"We can't blame him for acting crazy," Canada told them, feeling sorry for his brother. "He blames himself for everything else. It's making him lose his mind. He may have made a great ruler if he hadn't started to..."

Turkey held up a hand, stopping Canada. "We can't start feeling sorry for him now. It's too late for him to gain our sympathy. We're supposed to be on our way to meet Veneziano so we can help him get his control."

"He's right," Spain nodded. "We need to help put Veneziano in his rightful position." Spain put an arm over Canada's solders. "You really shouldn't feel bad about this." He looked up, "Here comes the soldiers. Let's go."

"I don't want to hear any more reports," America told one of his soldiers. "It doesn't matter that all my nations are leaving for Germania. I can't by defeated. Not until Lady Liberty starts laughing, so I have no reason to be afraid." Even as America said this, his voice trembled and his hands shook. "Veneziano knows the difference between man and woman, right? I have no reason to fear him. My heroic courage will never fail me!" A young private ran into the room, nearly knocking America over. "What is wrong with you? You look like a frightened mouse."

"There are tens of thousands..."

"Mice? That's ridiculous!"

"Soldiers!"

"What soldiers?" America scoffed, pulling the nation toward him and lowering his voice. "You're going to scare all the others! Go wash the fear from your face and act normally!" He pushed the private away. "What soldiers?"

The young man took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking again. "The German army. There are tens of thousands of them on their way here right now.

America rolled his eyes. "Get out of my sight." He shook his head. "This war will either secure my reign or take it away. And let me tell you a secret... I don't want it anymore anyway. I no longer have love or friendship. I have no hope for my future. People whisper curses at me and spread rumors. None of the people below me will care for me the way they cared for Ancient Rome." Another soldier entered the room and stood awkwardly in front of the room. "Is there more news?"

"All the rumors have been confirmed, sir," the soldier said. "There are armies coming in through New York."

"I'll have to fight, then," America sighed, nodding his head slowly. "Bring me my uniform and weapons."

"You don't need them yet, sir. The troops are still a good distance away. You'll be able to get other things done first if you..."

"Bring it anyway! Go to your commanding officer and tell him that another unit has to be sent out! And take hostage anyone that is spreading fear," America said, looking sideways at the private. He turned around as a doctor walked into the room.

"How's Belarus?"

"She's not sick, just tired and troubled. She isn't sleeping well." The doctor moved closer to America and studied his face. "You don't look that well either, America. Are you sure you want to fight today?"

"I must!" America yelled. "Do your job and take care of my wife! If Belarus isn't sleeping well then you need to fix it! Give her sleeping pills! Hypnotize her! Give her anything that will calm her mind!" He took a deep breath. "None of this is her fault. She has no reason to be troubled.

"She can only heal herself," the doctor said, resisting the urge to tell America that the same went for him.

"Medicine," America grumbled. "My uniform please! And send out more soldiers!" he told the soldier again. "Doctor, all of my underlings are leaving. Can you find out what is wrong with my rule? If you can diagnose it and bring it back to health, I will praise you to no end. What drug would make the German's leave? Have you heard of any?"

"I am not a general or a politician, America. I am only a doctor. War is not my area of expertise. There is nothing I can do for to stop it."

America nodded idly and turned back to his soldier. "We have to go. I will not hide here any longer."

The doctor watched as they left the room and packed all of his things. "You couldn't pay me any amount of money to come back here."

Cast:

Menteith: Turkey
Caithness: Netherlands
Angus: Canada
Seyton: Soldier