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After the Meeting, I called Germany.

"'Alo?" He answers.

"Germany?" I ask into the phone. "About the Meeting..."

Germany chuckles. "You aren't the only one."

I smile, feeling better. "All right. I just really want to help. The..murderer..." I pause, sighing. I hear Germany breathe heavily on the other end.

"I understand, completely." was all he said. We sat in silence for a while.

During that long while, I debated whether to speak up or not.

And, I decided that I probably should.

"Listen," I start. Germany mumbles a 'Hm?' on the other end, and I continue. "The murderer..."

"What about the bastard?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. I know this isn't going to end well. America will find out that I told. He'll kill me.

"I know who the murderer is." I spit out fast. Germany's breath hitches.

"...What?" He asks incredulously.

My heart starts to pound. I had promised to keep this huge secret to myself. What am I doing?

"I know who the murderer is," I repeat. I gulp, listening to Germany's now heavy breathing.

"You do..?" He asks, still unsure. I sigh.

"I do."

"Who is it?"

I breathe. "America," I exhale.

And there was silence.

Long, utter silence.

At this point, I thought he had dropped the phone out of shock, but I heard him breathe on the other end.

"What...?"

I frown, hearing the fear and sadness in his voice. I suddenly hated myself for some reason.

I feel the conflicting emotions run throughout my body. I feel glad that I told, but at the same time, I regret it. I'm happy that I finally grew a pair of balls and withdrew my fear, but I can feel myself growing into yet another pussy. I feel accomplished, but at the same time—uneventful. Why am I even feeling this way?

"How do you know?" He asked. I didn't want to tell him.

"I..." I started, "...hid the bodies."

I hear Germany choke on the other end. After he caught his breath, he spoke up, "You did what?"

I close my eyes. "That's why I want to help. I only hid China's and the Italy brothers' body, but I just want to end it all. I'm kicking myself for even helping Him."

"But this whole damn time, you didn't even tell anyone?"

I wince. "Trust me, I wanted to!" I yell into the phone. "I..really wanted to!" I hold back sobs. "You don't know how much it took me to even tell you! I'm afraid of the Madman, Germany! He threatened to kill me if I told anyone! And look what I did." I chuckle. "I told. So if America finds out, I'm the next one. You know how difficult it is to keep that in the back of your mind while you just so desperately want to tell anyway?"

"Trust me," He starts, sighing. "I understand how you feel-"

"Fuck you!" I scream. "You have no idea. You didn't help hide the bodies against your will. You didn't take care of a murderer when he was younger, thinking he would be the best kid in the entire world! You weren't threatened if you told someone that your closest friend was a murderer!"

Germany sighed. "I know, I understand." He pauses. "Fine. We'll get through this together. Now that we know who the culprit is, we can corner him and bring him to justice. We're not that far. We're close to winning. Everyone can rest in peace."

I gasp. We are that close, aren't we? Now we just have to act quickly before he takes another life. I smile to myself. It'll be depressing to see him be hauled off like that, but he deserves it.

"All right." I chuckle. "How are we doing this?"

"Well," Germany starts. "everyone gets together for World Meetings, ja? We'll call a World Meeting and when America arrives, have the enforcements arrest him. I mean, that's all we can really do in our power."

I nod. "All right. Sounds great. Tomorrow, then?"

"Ja. I'll call you and let you know when."

"All right." I repeat. "See you then."

"See you."

We hang up our phones.

This sounds like it's going to be difficult. America is a tricky bastard. Whatever he gets himself into, he can get himself out easily. We'll need solid evidence. I'll have to testify and possibly suffer some consequences myself. But it would all be worth it.

To see that madman in jail and out of the world's way would be a great pleasure to me.

Author's Note: Meh. Just a little phone conversation. To say, in the least, I'm just trying to hurry this story up. ;A; It's almost to the end, though, so about a couple of chapters maybe? That's what I'm shooting for, anyhow. So we'll just see. I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but I've been really busy lately so I can't do much anymore. I'm trying to post a lot more than what I have been, so hopefully that gets better as well. I hate keeping everyone who reads this on edge and whatnot. D:

Later~