Mesopotamia sighed, looking over the horizon. He was tired, having to deal with a multitude of countries moving into his house and then getting kicked out by another one. The only countries left so far was Israel, Judea, and Babylon. He heard that a new country named Persia was going to try to move in soon, but Mesopotamia was too exhausted to care.

"Hey!" shouted Babylon from the couch he was very busy being comfortable in. "I'm gonna have a party today, so you have to stand watch outside, ok?" Mesopotamia nodded and sighed. Babylon was getting inflated with his riches, fame, and women. He hoped that if Persia really did move in that he would be better than Babylon. In the other room, Israel was on his knees, praying. "Dear God, please deliver me from this house, as my people are weary of having to clean everything and because we want to see our homeland again." He could still remember when Babylon had stormed into Israel's house and took him away. A few years later, Judea was taken as well, and the two had pretty much had like minds about how they would escape: the help of God.

The night had just settled in and Babylon's cheeks were already red with drunkenness. He was surrounded by woman and laughing heartedly while his people danced and ate. The party was doing wonderfully, but then again what didn't when he was around? He waved his hand to one of his friends to go get more goblets and such so that the party didn't die with the end of the feast. His friend, Belshazzar, didn't object as he walked out of the crowded room and searched around.
"Where are those plates?" he muttered to himself. He walked over to the kitchen and saw Mesopotamia lazily standing guard near the front door. "Mesopotamia?" Belshazzar asked warily.

"Huh? Is Persia here? Is Babylon gonna kill me?" Mesopotamia said, half-asleep. Belshazzar chuckled.

"Maybe I should get you some of Ancient Egypt's coffee, it might help you stay awake." Mesopotamia nodded laxly and rested his head on his upright spear. Belshazzar smiled and looked around in the kitchen. I was then that he noticed a box next to the refrigerator.

"What is this?" he mumbled. He opened the box and his eyes widened as he saw a multitude of golden plates, cups, jewelry, and other such things.

"What do you think you're doing?!" shouted someone behind him. He turned and saw Israel looking at him, and Judea hurrying over from the sound. "Those are the treasures from the temple! How dare you touch them with your pagan hands!"

Belshazzar laughed and picked up the box. "Well, they aren't in your temple anymore, so what would be the use of thinking they're still holy?" Israel's jaw dropped and Belshazzar filled one of the cups with water and added some grounded coffee. "Besides, if it's as beautiful as this then there's no doubt that Babylon should have this."

Israel charged at him to get the box away, but he was easily knocked over by Belshazzar. "This is my party, if you forgot, so back off." he said arrogantly. He walked over to Mesopotamia, handed him the cup of coffee, and walked into Babylon's room with the box.

Israel fell on his knees, shattered. Judea put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him with pity. "Don't worry brother, I m sure God will do something about this." Israel let out a sniffle.

"I sure hope so." he whined softly. Judea embraced him to comfort him just as Mesopotamia heard something on the other side of the house, on the side opposite of Babylon's room.

Mesopotamia walked towards the sound and saw the bathroom door barely open. He entered it and his eyes widened in surprise.

"C'mon, we can make it! Oh.." Mesopotamia saw Persia, who had just crawled through the sewage underneath the house and had opened one of the screens for air conditioning.

"Are...are you Persia?" Mesopotamia said, unsure. Persia nodded and crawled out of the vent with another man following close behind.
"If you're thinking of resisting us, prepare to die." Persia said, trying to sound dangerous. However, being covered in dirty water and smelling like rotten fish, Mesopotamia thought his appearance was more dangerous than the country himself.


Babylon bellowed a loud set of laughs for what seemed like the millionth time in the past 30 minutes, and nobody could count how many times he had laughed in the past few hours. It was late at night now, and the golden cups and plates Belshazzar had brought made the food taste wonderful. He hoped the night would last forever, and it probably would anyway.

A sudden group of gasps and screams caught his attention. His eyes widened as he saw a giant hand on the wall. It had a glowing aura and it was just floating. But what scared Babylon the most was that it's fingers were covered in blood.

It drew on the wall and everyone looked in terror. When it finished, it disappeared, but the blood was still glowing on the wall. Babylon almost choked when he read what the hand had written. 'MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN', or 'God has divided your kingdom and given it to Persia'

Babylon heard the door burst open and more people screaming. He looked over to the door to see Persia, Mesopotamia, and another man, who he assumed was Cyrus, the king of Persia. "Babylon is ours!" they shouted and then charged towards the astonished country. He was still drunk though, so he didn't know what happened when Persia drove a spear into him and his vision drastically changed to darkness.