"America-san" Japan grabbed the man by his bomber jacket sleeve and pulled him out into the hall. "America-san, I think I know who is doing this!". America stopped walking for a moment, then brushed ahead of Japan. Japan stared at America's back trying to read his emotions. "That's awesome dude!" "Wait!" Japan beconed America into the conference room. "come here, anyone could overhear us." Japan closed the door behind him, then walked over to the board, quickly making an illustration. "I've been taking notes and I've noticed some things out of place. There were so many signs, I can't believe we didn't notice earlier!" He began writing on the board, excitedly. 'There was maple syrup and scones in the cupboard in the kitchen. The scones are England-sans, of course, which he tries to serve at every meeting, but why was there maple syrup?" America stood quietly in the back of the room and didn't speak, but Japan didn't notice, he was too excited with his discovery. "And then when China got shot it could only have happened if the person was already in the room. We thought everybody had left, but what if they didn't?" He guestured this notes. "And how he got into the locked houses and rooms!" Japan's face was flushed with excitement. "I'm sorry America-san, but you yourself said there's only one person you know who can pick locks. You said it was-"
"Canada." America finished from the back of the room. "Of course! The only thing I can't figure out how he knew you'd be getting Germany-san to investigate the kitchen...unless-" Japan stoped abruptly. There was a sound like a gun clicking behind him. He turned around quickly. "You're not America." He met the cold violet eyes and stared down the barrel of the gun. "Nice of you to notice." Canada smiled coldly and fired the gun. It hit Japan in the stomach,and he fell to his knees with a grunt.
If that was a real bullet, " Canada stated with a bitter tone "you would be dead."