While I waited from someone to bring me a change of clothes I let my mind wander as I tried to piece together what exactly was going on. I had no clues or ideas of whom or what was picking us off nor did I have a clue who was next. "Well?" I suddenly heard ring in my ears, "You getting anywhere kid?"

I bolted up out of my chair and it hit the wall behind me, "Who's there!?"

I couldn't see anything but I was overcome with the sweet smell of cigar smoke and aged whiskey, "Well I have a few names but you can call me Sam."

"Sam?" I repeated back confused, "Like Lord of the Rings?"

He chuckled in my ears as my gun appeared on the table before me though I was sure it wasn't there a moment before, "This isn't a fairy tale. So I'll ask again. Are you getting anywhere with the murders?"

I just stared at it for a moment before slowly sitting back down in my chair, "So I'm supposed to talk to you about it? Or are you going to do something about it?"

"Well I'm out of the business though I did take over for a second to keep you out of trouble, but sorry Kid you'll have to do most of the work."

I blinked as I looked up at the celling though I wasn't sure if I was just losing my mind or not, "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember do you?" I heard him sigh, "Well that's alright kid just be careful and keep your head."

"Keep my head? Dude my brother is…"

"Yeah and you'll be next if you don't watch your step."

Then I narrowed my eyes, "Dude I don't take kindly to threats." Voice or no voice he was starting to get on my nerves. He was being just as vague as the killer was but I was getting used to playing their little games or I thought I was at least.

"I'm not threating you Alfred. But I'll say that you're probably only be able to trust the Dames…and that's saying something since I never trust 'em." His voice was calming and suddenly it clicked where I had heard his voice before. It had been so long since I heard his kind of lingo. Only a few kinds of men ever used it but I knew he could only be one person.

"Wait…Sam as in…" Suddenly the door opened and I quickly stood up just in time to see Denmark smirk at me. "What?"

He just chuckled for a moment, "First nice Camo underwear and second are you done talking to yourself?"

I crossed my arms as I stood proudly in my boxers. If he was going to make fun of me I could do the same right back, "You're just mad because you can't get any." I returned his smirk before I noticed a change of clothes in his hands. "So can I have them?"

He held them up for a moment as he gave me a wicked smile, "I might if you do something for me."

For a second my mind went blank as even Sam went quiet. Even as he inched dangerously closer I wasn't sure what he was planning. Part of me felt he wanted to kiss me while the other half was sure he was going to stab me in the back. "Denny…" I finally was able to say as we just stared at each other, "I want my clothes."

"Is that all you want?" He asked. We had known each other for years and while it wasn't the first time he'd jokingly hit on me it seemed off and out of place. "I mean if the world is really coming to an end then,"

I pushed him back but I never lost track of where his hands where, "I want to fucking kill the bastard that murdered Mattie." I said as I grabbed the pants in his hand, "And if the world is gonna end I want to take him out first."

He almost flinched away as he let go of the tee shirt, "Then maybe we should work together…I mean I lost my brothers…" He stopped as he looked away.

"Well you have an odd way of grieving Dude." I threw the shirt on the table as I quickly put on the jeans. "Cause I don't think hitting on me will really solve anything."

"Oh I think it would solve one thing." He grabbed my wrist as I went for the shirt.

As I slowly reached for my pistol I tried to pull my hand away, "Yeah and what's that?"

"Well you wouldn't die a virgin."

I slipped my hand out from his grip and punched him hard in the face. "Oh fuck you Matthias!" I all but screamed as I gathered up my things as he stared up at me from the floor. I didn't bother to put on my shirt as I stormed out.

I didn't look back as I rejoined the group as they sat in the cafeteria; some were eating as others just talked among themselves. France raised an eyebrow at me being shirtless and rubbing my hand but I ignored it as I sat down. I could have nailed him hard with the butt of my gun but knowing my strength it would have cracked my favorite weapon. But I had to admit the Dane did have a hard jaw.

But I swear it was like he wanted me to hit him, to hate what he said. Sure he was loud and didn't always think before he spoke but that was too far even for him. It swirled around my head I listened to the rain finding that I didn't have much of an appetite so I just grabbed a Coke as Sam spoke up. "Just don't fall in love with him."

I grumbled as I took a swing of the cold drink, "Shut up Sam…"

Just as I put my Coke down Italy dropped his fork two tables over from me. "Feli?" Taiwan started as she placed her chopsticks down, "Are you okay?"

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell to the floor and started to seize. The table was knocked over as the pasta he had been eaten landed next to him. "Shit!" Hungary cried out as rice and pasta went everywhere.

As a few ran to him I noticed that England's face was turning a deep cherry pink, "Artie?" His tea cup fell and shattered to the floor as he fell to the ground and started to convulse as well. I and France raced to his side as he struggled to breath, "No, no!" I knelt by his side and opened his mouth ready to give him CPR when I smelled it. It was a scent like bitter almonds that clung to the air around him as he gasped and choked. I knew there was nothing I could do since if we had an antidote it would have taken me far too long to reach it. So I just took his hand just before his body went limp. It only takes a few seconds but I never thought we could die so easily by it. "You should have smelled it Arthur…" I whispered as I picked up his smaller body.

"Smell what?" France asked as he looked over as Germany picked up Italy's body.

Germany was the one that answered, "The cyanide."