Sorry for not updating a lot, with the start of school writing fanfictions has been hard. Again I apologize.
The sweet smell of cooking drifted in from the kitchen. England sat across from Japan at the long table. the room was bright, the windows were open and a big chandelier hung from the ceiling. France came out of the kitchen, and filled up their glasses with wine.
"I had to sneak this on the plane, shh." France said and gave a loud laugh. Japan put his hand over his wine glass.
"Mr. France, could you make some tea, wine doesn't sit well with me." Japan said, moving some hair out of his face. "Please?" Japan asked, as France wandered back into the kitchen.
Smells of different pasta, and sauces wafted into the room.
England's stomach growled, "Deary me, whatever Italy and France are cooking up in the kitchen it sure making me hungry!" He put a hand on his stomach, and licked his lips. He sat slouched over the table, and elbow leaning against the hardwood. He was starving.
"Arthur, please sit up." Japan said. His back was straight his hands resting in his lap. "Your titanous eyebrows are going to fall off if you keep pushing your fist up to your forehead." He gave a silent chuckle.
"Thanks for your input no-brows." England commented back. They heard a faint clunk from upstairs. But it still rattled the glasses around the table. Japan sat up, so did England. They both stood battle ready. "What the bloody hell was that!" he screamed. Italy ran into the room.
"I have no clue? Mr. Germany! Oh Germany? Everything all right up the-?" Italy was interrupted by the frantic screams of Ludwig. "Germany!" he screamed. He tore with pink apron off, and dashed up the stairs.
"Ivan! Ivan! Someone help! Call for an ambulance!" France stayed in the kitchen, to call for the hospital. Over the commotion. England heard distance screams of America and Canada, which slowly faded away.
"Japan, lets go to the study to find Canada, Greece, and that twat America.."
"yes lets." Japan's thoughts race, England's dream comes back into mind. Dear god, we're all going to die in this house! Japan thought. He races to the living room. Belarus, body is gone. Greece, Canada and America were gone!
"I heard Mathew's and Alfred's screams just a while ago- Japan! Lift the bear rug!" England shouted, as if acting like Mr. Sherlock Holmes himself. Japan rolls his eyes, and grabs the rug. Below it, a trap door. "Oh, deary me!" England knelt down and put his hands on the trap door. It was cold, and thick. he knew below it was just a deep dark pit.
"That must be where those three went too?" Japan pointed at the door.
"No, just Canada and America.. Look under the coffee table Japan." His green eyes fixed on a figure underneath the spruce wood coffee table. A hand lays out from under it. And two green eyes glare out from under the table.
"Look closer Arthur!" Japan gasps, pointing at the man's neck. "Noose marks.. Greece." He gulped. "Greece either hanged himself, or someone hung him.."
