disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or the Spanish embassy, or Italy's uniform. so no get your hopes up. (doesn't mean I don't wish that I owned these things, but I don't :( sadly)

Japan stood at the scene where Hungary and Poland where murdered, he looked at the footprints. They were custom jobs; he couldn't find a match anywhere. It was terrifying to see all the Germanic nations like that… they all broke down crying it had been the first time Japan saw more then anger from the Swiss nation. The Asian nation shuddered; it was… unsettling to see Switzerland like that… a hand settled on Japan's shoulder, startling him, he turned around and was calmed when he realized it was his friend Germany.

"Are you alright?" Germany inquired, his voice full of sincerity, his eyes where red rimmed as if he had been crying, Japan knew he had been.

"Hai. I am alright." Japan sighed wearily, "I haven't been able to get anything… no fingerprints, match on shoes, nothing we can use against him" Germany nodded, he stared at the blood for what seemed like an age.

"We should go… Staring at blood… Won't help us much" Germany whispered, he tugged at Japan's arm. Japan looked up at his friend; he knew how rough this must be for him. Japan nodded and let Germany lead him down the hall. They walked in a choking silence, both wishing to break it but unsure how to do so.

They continued down the hallway, walking past the door to the meeting room, the continued towards their rooms just beyond that. Japan waved goodbye to Germany and entered his room. He closed the door and when he looked up he froze, his entire room was destroyed. The desk was snapped in half, papers ripped up and scattered like snow, the mirror and lamps were shattered. The covers were ripped off the bed and the end tables where knocked over.

Japan's hand scrambled for the door knob, he quickly opened the door, and he rushed out and ran down the hallway to Germany's room. He knocked on the door, and quickly pushed into the room when Germany opened the door.

"Japan! What are you doing?" Thankfully his room was intact; Japan slumped into one of the chairs and stared at his hands. They were shaking, he looked up at Germany, and Germany froze at realizing how terrified the Japanese nation looked. "Japan? What happened?" Japan's mouth opened then closed, he took a minute to calm down, and he opened his mouth again and began to speak.

"My room was destroyed, nothing is left of it." His voice dropped to a terrified whisper "does this mean I'm next?" he looked down at his lap and hands, he was terrified he wasn't ready to die, although when you've lived as long as he had death doesn't seem like a possibility. But now, with three nations dead and one missing, the possibility was now crushing him. He could die, it never seemed like he could before, how were you supposed to deal with this?

Germany put his hand on Japan's shoulder, making the nation jump and he was pulled from his musings. "Japan, just because your room was trashed doesn't mean your going to die; if you want you can share my room with me," Germany said reassuringly Japan looked relieved and nodded, but he looked back down t his hands again lost in thought. Germany sighed but left Japan to his thoughts; times were rough especially with nations being murdered left and right. The two murders had barely been even two days apart from each other; whoever was behind this wasn't one to waste time. Germany smiled it reminded him of his friend Italy, he was the exact opposite. He would sleep in, wouldn't do his laps, always eating pasta, he was very touchy feely too, always with the singing and the laughing and weird accents.

Germany sat in the other chair, and both nations, old friends and allies, sat in silence reminiscing or thinking about the future. They never noticed the red eyes watching them from the window; Not-Italy quickly grew bored with them and turned to see what the other nations where doing.

After Germany's room was Switzerland's and Liechtenstein's room, they were cleaning their rifles (how did they manage to sneak all THOSE into the conference!?) and speaking quietly in German. Which Not-Italy didn't understand and didn't care to, he went to the next one. It was Austria's he sat crying as usual since Hungary's death, Not-Italy watched the Austrian nation sob for a bit but moved on to the next room.

It was that nation's room, the one with the bear and weird curl. Oh what was his name? Not-Italy couldn't think of it; Cancer? Canadia? Canned turkey? Oh I don't know… well whatever… Not-Italy was startled out of his musings when Can-something's (seriously he had no idea what his name was) door was thrown open and bounced off the wall; it was America oh I guess their brothers, geez they look so much alike. No wonder can… Canpop? Cancord? Cantukey? Whatever his name is, he's always mistaken for America.

"Hey bro how's a going?" He greeted 'happily' sat next to whatever his name was, I'm just going to call him bear-guy, and the newly dubbed bear-guy said something but Not-Italy missed it. "Yea, you were closer to him then I was. I figured it must be hitting you pretty hard…" bear-guy said something like 'Oh so now you can read the atmosphere.' America raised his hands in defence, "Hey you're my bro, aren't I allowed to care?" bear-guy nodded, he then hugged America and started to cry, America hugged him back and began to weep also.

Not-Italy smiled at this, he took great pride in the fact he put those tears there. He giggled; he covered his mouth and smothered the giggles, his body quaked he was giggling so hard. No no he needed to calm down, wouldn't do if he was caught so prematurely in the plan, now would it? He calmed down, but didn't risk looking in the glass for a second time, didn't want to break down into laughter again.

Not-Italy walked towards the next window, he didn't remember why he had come to the windows in the first place. Perhaps to pick out the next target, he hadn't a clue who to pick, since Poland's and Hungary's deaths the nations have been walking in three's and four's. Hard to kill four nations at once; especially since most of them had some pretty decent training, Not-Italy had received allot of training as well and Italy had some hidden skills that he got access to when he took over. Not-Italy smiled, and peeked into the next window, not expecting Romano to be looking out the window.

Romano's eyes flicked towards the glowing red that appeared in the window. He jumped up and ran towards the window and opened it, but whatever had caused the redness had gone. Romano huffed, damn it! He didn't catch the bastard, he knew, just knew that that redness was created by the murderer. He shut the window huffily; he crossed his arms and flopped on the bed, cursing himself.

Not-Italy had in fact hidden behind a rather large and convenient tree; he needed to thank whoever planted these strangely convenient plants around the hotel and embassy. He sighed that was close, couldn't be caught so early on, especially by him. It would ruin the entire plan! He wasn't about to let the nations slip through his fingers so easily, he was going to kill them all, he swore it.

The nations in the hotel all fell into a fitful sleep and Not-Italy declared hunting for a target a complete flop for the night, so he headed back to his hotel and shed his clothes. Truthfully he had just kept Italy's uniform, and the thing was pretty uncomfortable to sleep in. He ate some of the pasta he had made earlier in the day, he ate it quickly while he watched some Spanish soap opera.

He rolled his eyes at the hundredth time they said they loved each other, not much plot, it was annoying but he didn't want to pay fines for sticking a knife through the TV… again. Not-Italy turned the TV off, and put his dishes in the sink; he downed a couple glasses of water then flopped into bed. He snaked his way under the covers, and pulled them up to his neck then rolled onto his side. He fell asleep, smiling at the thoughts running through his head. Ideas for tomorrow, oh how fun it will be, to watch the nations scramble for cover under his shadow.

-Deep inside Italy's mind-

Italy was thankful that no one had been killed today, he screamed when Romano almost caught Not-Italy.

"FRATELLO! I'M HERE! FIND ME!" he screeched, but Not-Italy had hid and Romano didn't see him, Italy let a few tears loose. He was scared, he didn't want his body to continue on its mission to destroy everything, and he wanted everything to be the way it was. When everything was perfect; he wished for the imperfect perfection he had left behind. Sure nations fought but they hadn't had a large war in quite a while at it was peaceful, everyone was doing alright in economy, although America's was a little rough at the moment, but they can work through that.

Italy cried, sadly he couldn't sleep in here, so he watched the disturbing dreams of Not-Italy. Tears slid down his face as he watched, Not-Italy killed all the nations, Italy had to remind him-self that it was only Not-Italy's dreams; that it wasn't really happening. But he cried for his friends all the same.

"No… NO DON'T DIE! Please don't leave me…" Italy sobbed, his shoulders shaking in the straight jacket, the chains rattling with each movement. Why… why was this happening… Italy hung his head "why..?" he whispered, his voice raspy from screaming, "Why us..?"

authors notes:

Hola! I hope you are enjoying the story, nope no one died this chappy. and man I am I on FIRE. I mean look at dis 3 chapters in one week. I'm spoiling you guys. well since I plan to update every Saturday, at least but if I finish two chapters or more, whenever I finish a chapter I'll publish the one before I ok? so I'm at least one ahead. but I will always update on Saturday so woo. again reviews are welcome, tell me who you want to die next, and um lets see... oh yes! also if you want put your favorite song in the review, i'm looking for new tunes. now lets see I want to get the words count to 2,000 so lets ramble a bit.

ok here take a factoid, for those of you who DIDN'T know, when the berlin wall went up after WW2 Germany was divided into 4 pieces. 1 for England to control, 1 for France to control, 1 for USA to control, and the largest piece (practically all of east Germany) went to Russia for control. in the Hetalia fandom this usually means that Prussia stays at Russia's house until the berlin wall comes down. Prussia basically represents eastern Germany ah haaa. who would've thunk it? it is now 2,002! thank you and goodbye -Ches