A/N: I made up Japan's device, for the lulz. Cybercookies to anyone who bothers to look up what all it means~

I weally wuv weviews. :3 Hint hint.

"You need me to what?" Canada asked dubiously, gripping the telephone held up to his ear.

"Well, we don't need you to distract him for too long," Germany replied. "Just long enough for us to go through the evidence ourselves."

"Um... Maybe I could just go through the closet again," mumbled Canada.

"No, you already told us everything you found. Japan and I are going to look for whatever you missed, personally."

Canada stifled a sigh. "Do I... really need to...?"

"Yes. That is, if you don't want us telling America you're the one who exchanged the clothes and scale in the first place."

"Okay, I'll do it," Canada muttered, trying not to imagine what his brother might do to him otherwise.

"Thanks. We'll be over there this afternoon at 3:00 sharp!"

"All right..." Canada frowned as the phone clicked and hummed a dial tone. He looked over at his pet polar bear. "How do I keep getting myself into these things, Kumahito?" he sighed.

Kumajiro blinked at him. "Who are you again?"

"Canada..."

Canada gulped as he stepped up to his brother's front door. He looked at the doorknob, but was wary of triggering the alarm.

Instead, he poised his hand above the wood for a minute before knocking unebulliently.

No one answered the door, so he knocked again, a little louder.

But still no one came.

"Maybe he's not home?" he figured, heading for a window to look inside.

But the window was blocked by dark curtains, and so was every other panel of glass Canada came across.

"He must be really paranoid about people seeing him," Canada sighed, walking around to the back window he had come in a few days ago. He slipped his thumbs under the latches and pulled.

But the window was locked.

"Well, there's no way I'm getting inside," humphed Canada, pulling his hands away and dusting them off. "Germany and Japan probably won't be able to, either..."

Canada sighed, adjusted his disheveled glasses, and walked back to the front.

"Did you find him?"

Germany and Japan were already waiting at the driveway, apparently.

"No luck," replied Canada with a shake of his head. "I can't get in, either. Everything's locked or set up for the alarm."

"I was afraid this might happen," Japan sighed, putting a hand in his pocket. He shuffled around for a bit, then pulled out a silver circular prism covered in buttons and display windows.

"What's that?" asked Canada, walking up to the two Axis and taking a look at the device.

"I call it a Shinjirarenai tachidokoro ni keihou o hanashite kudasai no kikai," Japan replied. "Or Shinshin for short." He turned the device around, making it glint in the sunshine. "It disengages alarm systems via high-frequency sound waves. I already have it programmed for America's alarm, since that's what I usually use it for."

"...Why have you needed to turn off his alarm before?" Germany asked slowly.

"America has a tendency to forget to return video games I've lent him."

"Ah. Well, we're burning daylight," Germany announced. "Let's try it out."

Japan nodded and placed his fingers over a few buttons on the Shinshin. As he machine started to make a slow clicking noise, Japan held the buttons down.

And proceeded to watch in confusion as the house's front windows shattered violently.

"Ah!" Canada yelped, jumping back from the splatter of shards.

Japan looked at the Shinshin bewilderedly. "I could have sworn this was set correctly..." He moved his fingers away, looking over the displays. "What happened?"

"Now that I think about," started Germany slowly, "I remember Italy saying he found a cool new metronome in your stuff..."

Japan sighed, shoving the Shinshin back in his pocket. "Well, it wasn't as discreet as I was hoping, but I suppose we did make a way in," he concluded, stepping toward the front window. He was careful to avoid the sharp edges as he slid inside, shoving the curtain away from him.

"The alarm hasn't gone off, has it?" Canada asked warily.

"No," replied Japan, pulling the curtain away from the door so the others could see inside.

Germany and Canada stepped through the frame one at a time, and Japan pulled the curtain back shut.

Germany blinked at the sudden lack of light, but soon got used to it. With the straight slivers of sun creeping through the sides of the door and curtains, things could still be made out some.

"Which way is his room?" asked the blonde, looking about the hallways.

"This way," Canada replied in a whisper, still fearing detection. He started down one of the hallways, and the others followed him as the light disappeared.

"Here it is!" announced Canada after a while, as he opened a door and fumbled around for the lightswitch inside. He found it, and sent the room into a yellow-white blaze that took a minute for his eyes to overcome.

"All right," Japan started, stepping toward the closet and sliding the doors open, "let's see what we can find."

A/N: Our group didn't have the best luck getting into the house... (But it's better than running into the emotionally-damaged version of America.) Will they fare better in the next step of their investigation?

Stay tuned~