It's a crime scene.

Italy is sobbing.

Spain, kneeled on the ground, is holding Romano as if for dear life.

There is chaos; a flurry of shouting and confusion.

How it got this way? You're about to find out.

- - - - - - - - - - 10 minutes earlier - - - - - - - - - -

"Germany. Germany. I just have to change then we can go." The sound of the front door clicking shut was heard.

"Ok Italy, but next time you stay over you might as well bring a change of clothes with you."

"Ya I know, I know," Italy grinned swinging open the kitchen door.

"If you're changing then why the kitchen…" Germany stared at Italy with suspicion.

"Snacks are good for the soul!" Italy shouted, embarrassed he turned away from the living room to face the kitchen.

"Pasta, pasta, pasta," Italy sang as he skipped his way to the fridge. Until crash! Italy was on the ground.

Rubbing his head as he slowly got to his feet, "Pain, pain, pain, it hurts what was that…" In front of Italy lay Romano motionless flat on the floor.

"Huh? Romano, why are you laying there?" There was no response.

"Roman…Romano... Romano! Romano!" Italy began to shout.

Germany swung open the door, "Italy, why are you shouting?" his voice filed with worry.

"Ro…Romano he isn't moving."

"What," Germany looked down to see Romano at his feet, "Well maybe…"

Cutting Germany off before he could finish was Spain who came bounding into the room from the opposite end shouting, "What is going on? I was upstairs when I heard shouting. Is something wrong?"

"Romano," Italy pointed down, tears filling his eyes. Spain's eyes followed Italy's direction to see Romano on the floor. Falling to his knees, he reached out and pulled Romano into his arms.

"What. This can't be. Why are you still laying here," Spain's eyes widened from shock, "H-h-h-he's gone cold. He's dead."

There was an eerie silence. Italy began to sob until he realized, "Wait Spain what do you mean by still…"

Cutting him off Germany walked in front of Italy.

"Don't worry Spain, I'll find out who's responsible for this." Germany ripped his clothes off to reveal a detective's outfit, "For I am a detective."

Forgetting his earlier suspicions Italy wiped his eyes, "Germany do you always have that under you clothes?"

"Italy it is no time for questions it is time for action."

"Do you really think someone did this?' Spain questioned looking up at Germany.

"Of course I do, no one just drops dead. This case stinks of murder."

"Germany, Germany can I help too." Italy's puppy eyes kicked in.

"Yes of course, what would I do without my trusty assistant. This is just one in the many cases of 'The Adventures of The Great Detective Germany and his Fateful Assistant Italy'."

"What do we do first Germany?"

"Well," said Germany as he pulled out his 'How to be a great detective rule book', "we have to find some clues, but since it seems that nothing is here and Spain is in…um …an emotional state. Let's question the other countries."

"Thank you Germany. I'll stay here with Romano," said Spain.

Germany left the kitchen and headed for the front door. Italy was about to follow when he noticed something out of place, something yellow by Romano's feet.

"Wait isn't that a…" Italy was about to get a closer look at the object when Germany called out to him from outside, "Coming Germany." Deciding it didn't matter Italy quickly headed out to catch up with Germany.

Authors Note:

This is my first ever Hetalia fic. I have this kat that can't stop talking about Hetalia so this story just kinda happened. I just started watching Hetalia so hope it's ok. I know some characters personalities will be a little off sorry about that. Also feel free to review and comment :)

Anyway Hope you enjoy it and can anyone guess which country did it? :D