Here I am once more~! I still feel bad for my last A/N… *hides face in shame* But at least there were some facts before-hand, right? …What do you mean you don't like facts? Well FINE just read the story! Not like I CARE! *grumblegrumble*Just like England doesn't still care about America…*grumblegrumble*

America & England: Wh-what!?

Me: … *flicks their noses* Shut up and let me feel bad already! Sheesh… I still don't own anything but my OCs, now enjoy~

It was very quiet for a long time as the people tried to figure out how to find the hidden note…

"Oh! I got it!" Canada exclaimed. "Really? What is it, aru!?" China asked.

"Why not have Italy play the other notes until one of you recognizes it!" Japan frowned. "I'm not sure how effective that will be… None of us are exactly music majors," he said.

"Well… It's the one shot we have, isn't it?" No one argued. Italy walked up to the piano and pressed a key. When there was nothing, he pressed another at what looked like random. Still nothing. He pressed one more, one Japan recognized. "I think that was it!" Japan said.

"This one? Sol?" Italy asked, pressing the key again. Japan said yes, and Italy pressed it once more, followed by three more. "So, we heard these four notes: La, Re, Si, and Sol." The others stepped over for a closer look.

"So, the code is 4259?" England asked.

"Not yet…" Canada muttered when Italy opened his mouth. "What now?" China asked, over-exaggerating the impatience in his tone.

"These numbers are colored, remember? Japan, the paper, please." The Asian obliged. "Thank you," Canada said, digging in his pocket for something. He then pulled out a pen and looked back at the keys that were pressed down. "We need to match the colors and then…" When he was done, the paper read: 4925.

"… Wow. Great job, Canada," Russia praised. The timid man laughed nervously and blushed as the others all praised him. "W-well, remember Italy pointed out the paper could be upside-down, so we'll need to try it backwards, too," Canada said. While a couple of them nodded in agreement, most of them were thinking what Germany then voiced: "I suppose we should head to the safe, ja?"

"Дa, we don't want to waste any more time," Russia agreed. "I'm sure Pr- …whoever is missing is mad enough at us." A few others frowned at Russia, but no one argued with going to the safe.

Each of them was caught up in their own thoughts as they walked out of the room.

So caught up that no one noticed they left someone behind. He noticed that no one saw him as the door closed, and he smiled weakly, somewhat happy that he was becoming easier to forget each time. He was a bit shocked to see Canada pull Japan to the back with him, but he didn't brood on it long.

Italy leaned on the piano, sighing. He glanced at the numbers he'd left long before his improved handwriting. "So… You solved it after all…" he muttered. He replaced the fall over the keys. "Hah… I thought I did everything right…" A single tear escaped his eye. "But they solved it after all… Hah… I really shouldn't have left them those hints…" He spotted the broken clock on the ground.

"I-I really… N-no, no… No! Never mind that. I'm not making a mistake, right? No, no mistake… No mistakes at all… I'm not, I'm honestly not making a mistake…" He put a hand on his forehead. "N-nope! Mistake? What's that? Ahahahaha!" His laugh was cold, bitter, nearing inhuman.

"But… I do wonder if they'll be mad… Lud definitely will… H-he won't want… to be my friend anymore!" He realized he needed to leave before the two times caught up with each other and they realized he was missing. "Japan might… I'm sure China will, or at least act it… Russia will probably… his p-pipe…" A dark scene flashed through his head, one he wasn't sure was a memory or not any more.

"С…СỳЧка*…" Russia said. "What?" Italy asked, not liking his tone or his shaking.

"Y-you… You сỳка**… Y-you could have told us… before Ch-China, Japan, and England DIED!" And then there was a charging Russian, screams of terror and other emotions, and then black.

Italy shuttered at the idea of being hit in the throat, especially here. He didn't want to die by Russia's pipe… Shaking it away, he plastered on a smile back on his face and ran out the door, motivated by an unknown force…

And there we have a short chapter! Hopefully I can up for that with another short chappie tonight. If not, blame school work! …And Spain, always blame Spain. :-3

Now to translate Russian~!

* СỳЧка- means "little bitch", "whore", or "prostitute"

** сỳка- means "traitor", "rascal", "scumbag", or "bitch"

Ah, Russian, you will serve the world well with this knowledge~!

Russia: What about my other knowledge…?

Me: What do you mean, aru!? You practically turned full-on Westerner! Aiyaa, you so…

Russia: Koolkolkolkol…

Me: … Maybe I'll die-by-Russian in a couple months… I have stories to finish! And with that, I will see you later! Bye~~!