OK, enough screwing around! Let's go into non-filler!

/= [DAY 38] =/

"Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"

Charice blinked at the voice as she sat up in her bed. At least the sleeping time was reasonable. She stretched her legs and sat up, not caring that she was in her PJs and staring out the door to see happy-go-lucky Gilbert laughing drunk with his usual drinking buddies. She decided not to try saying anything as she stared at all of them heading down deeper into the building.

Thank god it's Saturday. She thought. I'm heading into street clothes.

She headed back into her room and dressed up into her usual red attire. As she grabbed her sun pin, she noticed that her iPod was playing at full battery. She stared at it for a few minutes before plugging it into her ears for her to listen. After a few minutes, she realized that she had fallen asleep with the iPod and that was probably it.

/= ["Defying Gravity" by Idina Menzel] =/

"OK, it's Saturday…fortunately this is America meaning that we don't have class and hence I can- GYAAH!"

"Ack! I-I'm sorry…"

She blinked and turned her head around, noticing that she was alone in the outside. She began to panic until she noticed that Kumajiro was staring at her from where he was sitting. After a few minutes, she turned her head back up and finally seeing a familiar blond hair hovering next to her.

"You're fine, Matthew. I didn't see you."

"I know you didn't…"

"Ahaha…true, true." She chuckled. "So…what're you doing in the Asia dormitory?"

"I thought you got the text message?"

"Eh?"

She flipped open her phone and saw a new text message.

Everyone gather in the lobby of the dormitories. There's a chance that the killer is going to strike again. - Arthur

"Ohhhh…OK, that's cool." She nodded. "Let's go."

/=+=/

The minute they got there, everyone was already assembled around Arthur, whose fingers hadn't stopped shaking. Charice got confused as she sat down across from him and saw that Arthur was slowly stopping, allowing the both of them to make quick eye contact.

"You're recovering…that's good." Alfred smiled. "I was getting worried."

"What the hell happened?" Charice asked.

"W-well, I…I was visiting Arthur…"

"In his bedroom?"

"…anyway, when I was there, I saw that he was shaking uncontrollably. Before I could ask anything, he asked for his cell phone and sent out the message."

"Huh…so something happened…" Charice blinked. "Arthur…what happened?"

"I…I heard voices."

"Voices?" Li Xiao sat next to him.

"They were sad…filled with war and gunfire. None of the voices stood out, mumbling together as if it was a documentary…" Arthur stated. "But it was so clear and precise that…I felt like I was back on the battlefield…"

"W-what would that mean?" Matthew asked.

"Either this is too much stress or something huge is happening next." Alfred folded his arms. "This never happened before he fell in…"

"Actually…before I forget, my iPod is playing."

They turned to Charice as she lifted her iPod in the air, still playing the song as loud as before. Kiku quickly walked toward it and pressed the pause button, noting that nothing had changed on the screen. He turned his head in fear toward them, quickly noting the inevitable.

"Another victim's been chosen…" Alfred cringed. "What's the song?"

"Defying Gravity. From the musical." She answered.

"Which would mean that the victim is reaching out to the world after being suppressed for so long." Li Xiao stated. "At least, that's what my inner psychiatrist is saying."

"Well, who would that be…?" Matthew asked.

"Well, we can try aiming toward the South American or African nations." Charice stated. "They're usually crowded with civil war…"

"What a stereotype…" Alfred sighed. "But that's a good lead. Is that it?"

"…that's all we can pull out."

"Hm…" Kiku looked up. "Maybe we can try comparing the victims together to see if they have anything in common."

"All I can pull out is that…they all have personal strife." Charice sighed.

"That narrows it all down." Li Xiao shook his head. "Which means that we still have no pattern of victims."

"Come on…there has to be something!" Alfred whined.

"Think about it…we only have two victims….three if you count Carlos, but I want to say he was taken out because he got in the way." Charice stated.

"There has to be a pattern…"

"Oi~! Charice, there you are!"

She turned her head to see Antonio waving her down wearing his khaki attire and a tomato basket on his back. The others stared at him for a few minutes before she decided that she might as well stand up and meet up with Antonio.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Our tomatoes are ripe for harvesting~! Do you want to come along? Lovino's going to be there."

Lovino…Lovino… "Sure, just hold on a second."

She quickly turned her head around and headed back to the five men, tapping the table to keep their attention in her statements. She leaned deeper in to make it into a whisper.

"Suppression before finally taking revenge…I think the next victim is Lovino."

"Lovino? Why?"

"He and Feliciano have been suppressed a lot during both World Wars, right? Not to mention that they've been suppressed a lot of them between the whole group here, right?" Charice stated. "I'm going with Antonio and watch over Lovino. You guys scatter around and see if there's anything else."

"We can do that." Arthur stated. "Geez, I never knew you had leadership qualities."

"You learn a lot with my brother." She smiled. "Now then…I have tomatoes to harvest~!"

/=+=/

"Oh god…not you again…"

"Yes me again~!"

Charice chirped at Lovino's pissed off look as he turned his head and stared at the plump tomatoes in front of him. She couldn't help but laugh at his mad expression: it made him look all the cuter, really. It's the same as Feliciano's "ve" face, only…well, Lovino's.

"I was able to get you a basket so you can pick your tomatoes!"

"Sweet! Tomato time!"

"Why the hell are we giving her tomatoes?"

"Because she is your sister, my dear Lovi! She was a colony of mine, after all!"

"Great…I have a psycho for a sister."

"Aw, Lovi-chan…"

"It's LOVINO!"

"Right, right…"

Charice laughed as she turned her head to begin picking tomatoes…and then realizing that she had no idea how to pick a tomato whatsofreakin ever. Pull as she may, the stalks were so tough that she decided to try twisting the tomato and failing as a result.

"Ahahaha! That's not how to harvest it, Charice! You need a knife!"

"Eh? Why?"

Antonio laughed as he lifted up his blade and quickly chopped down a tomato into the container. She sighed in defeat as she turned her head to a smirking Lovino and then watched as he exaggerated his movements to rub in her face the fact that he knew what he was doing.

Quite frankly, she wanted to pull an Elizabeta and rip open his shirt to splash water over his body.

Don't ask. Kiku gave her a doujinshi last night.

After a few minutes, Charice lifted up her iPod and continued to listen to the repeating song while keeping her hand on the phone in her pocket. The music got so interesting that she forgot to grab her cell phone and continued to chop away at the tomatoes. She laughed for a few minutes before noticing her iPod glitching and shutting down. Instantly, her blood froze.

"Charice?" Antonio blinked. "Are you OK?"

She didn't even have to blink before a rusty stench erupted into her nose. She gagged and leaned back, causing the both of them to stare at the girl who was getting extremely sick.

"W-what's wrong with her?" Lovino asked.

"God…is someone bleeding around here?"

"No…why?" Lovino blinked.

"Cause…cause I'm smelling a lot of blood around here…"

Antonio froze as he stood up, looking around the tomato gardens and hence scaring the crap out of the Italian. He took a deep breath and leaned back down to Charice's level.

"How close is it?"

"The blood? Um…" She rubbed her nose. "It's recent…and very close…"

He nodded in fear before quickly dashing down deep into the forest. Lovino stood up in confusion as Charice lifted herself in the air and rubbed her nose.

"What's his problem?"

"He's just worried about the blood issue…apparently I have the nose of a bloodhound…literally."

"Y-you smell blood then…? T-that means…"

She panicked as the thought of the next victim was running through her mind. She took a deep breath, held it, and dashed toward Antonio's location, hearing Lovino following soon after. The smell of blood got stronger and stronger until she just wanted to puke. But then again, she had to tell her friends immediately. She grabbed her phone.

Come to the woods immediately. I think I hear a river…the next victim's here. –Charice

As the path continued to spin around, she saw black cloth ripped around and pinned to trees. The messages were scrawled all over the bark, unnerving her.

DEATH IS UNAVOIDABLE.

FACE THE TRUTH.

YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE.

YOU NO LONGER EXIST.

JUST DIE ALREADY!

My god…this murderer is crazy.

Before she knew it, she found the clearing next to the river, the blood destroying her nose. There was a whole pool of it in front of her, blocked by Antonio's traumatized body. She turned her head and saw a message scrawled in blood: "DEATH FINALLY TAKES WHAT HE SEEKS." She turned her head back around and screamed. The body was covered with blood, a huge cut shown from the tip of his head to the bottom of his legs. And by the look of the skin of his eyes, he had the courtesy of closing the eyes of the body. But that's not what made her scream.

It was Gilbert Beillschmidt.

My god…my god…oh my god…

A hand grabbed her shoulder, causing her to scream yet again and turn her head around…relieved to see that it was only Alfred and the others.

"I heard screaming. What happened?"

"…it's Gilbert…he got him…"

Lovino and Antonio were traumatized off their rocker as the others came dashing into the scene. Matthew seemed the most traumatized out of the group (then again, that was a LOT of blood), but then quickly calmed his nerves down enough to walk ahead and touch his leg. They watched as Matthew walked to the side and quickly opened up a huge portal.

"It's…it's the same murderer…"

"God, why is he getting more creative?" Charice grabbed her hair. "The blood is raping my nostrils!"

"…what's going on…?"

"Eh?" He saw Antonio stand up. "A-Antonio?"

"He's asking what the fuck is going on, dammit!" Lovino spat. "Why is Gilbert dead on the ground here? Do you know what the hell's going around here?"

"There's a murderer going around." Li Xiao stated bluntly. "And he's using supernatural effects to kill them. Fortunately, we can use the same supernatural effects to save him."

"…we can save him?"

"That's…what we're hoping for." Alfred stated.

Antonio took no chance at all. He stood up and instantly ran through the portal without any chance of looking back. Lovino spat at him before running in after him, much to Charice's screaming. After a few minutes, she clung her head.

"My god…WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH MEN?" She screamed. "Can they ever just WAIT?"

"Well, we sure as hell can't." Arthur closed his book. "We have to get in there…fast."

"Right, right…hopefully, the blood isn't destroying me there…"

/=+=/

That's right. The next victim is none other than Gilbert Beillschmidt. And here's the fun part: WE JUST HIT THE WORLD WAR II SUB-PLOT! You're going to see why Alfred and Arthur are important in this~!

Oh, and by the way, since the last vote had a close tie between Alfred and Lovino, I decided to include Lovino and Antonio as well. Sucks, right? Well…for me, of course.

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