disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or the countries. if I did there would be many raves all the time :D

Not-Italy rose with a smile on his face, as usual, his dreams fading from his mind. He grabbed his clothes from the dryer and changed back into his uniform; he grabbed all his knives and set off. Maybe to kill maybe to just observe, he wasn't sure yet, but he knew it would be fun either way. He grabbed an apple and set on his way, towards the hotel where the nations were staying.

He twisted and turned through the alleyways, and came to the hotel to see that, there were a few nations on their way the embassy. He squinted a bit, and then smiled; it was Germany, Japan, Austria, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Prussia, and Lithuania. He hid and a tree and grabbed some knives, when they had passed him, he threw the six knives at Lithuania's back.

They hit Toris dead on; he fell and coughed up blood. Liechtenstein screamed as he fell, Prussia quickly knelt down to quietly speak to him. Japan had called the ambulance but he was shaking. Germany, Austria, and Switzerland ran towards him, he turned and ran towards the alleyways. He ducked into them and quickly lost the nations, he smiled, such a shame he didn't get up close but there were plenty of nations there. That would have been too hazardous; getting caught now would jeopardize everything.

-Back at the crime scene-

Germany was in a word, shocked, the killer had gotten so daring in a matter of days. Four nations dead was four nations too many. But it seemed the killer had a large appetite, Austria and Switzerland had went ahead to see if Lithuania was still alive. Germany stopped by the tree where the killer had been hiding; he looked for something, anything to help catch him. He froze, and then smiled; he picked up the red object. It was an apple, it had been bitten, and they could scan for his DNA! They could catch him!

He grabbed the apple and headed to the crime scene, there were tears in everyone's eyes, and he didn't need to ask, Lithuania didn't make it. He cleared his throat, everyone looked at him, he held up the apple.

"I found this. It was the killer's" he stated soberly, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

"We could DNA test it." Japan suggested, he sounded disinterested but he was very interested, if they knew who it was they could fight them. They could also stop the murders, and no one else would die. Germany picked up the body and carried him to the meeting; the others flocked around him to block Lithuania from view.

When they arrived at the meeting, Germany laid Lithuania on his stomach on the table. All the nations went into uproar. Not-Italy crouched under the window listening to the chaos, smiling but managing to stay silent.

"What happened to little Lithuania?" Russia inquired his voice uncharacteristically hard, Germany lowered his eyes.

"The murderer hid behind a tree and threw the knives at him" surprisingly it was Prussia who spoke, his voice weighted with sadness, "the murderer escaped through the alleyways, and Lithuania didn't make it." There was murmuring; the killer was getting daring, and who knew who would be next now.

"But," Japan spoke up and he held up the bitten apple "he left this behind" America grabbed the apple, he looked at it.

"Wait… he bit this?" America wondered out loud, Japan nodded, "dude! We can get this checked out and find out who it is!" Outside the window Not-Italy's eyes flashed, his apple, oh crap. He needed to get that back right away, but he was going to have to wait.

"Who is going to watch the apple then, aru?" China asked from inside the building, oh yes tell us who. Not-Italy listened closely, but America had the sense to be quiet for this and he couldn't here anything except for, keep this in your pocket. Well damn… that could be anyone how the hell was he supposed to find it? He supposed the nation now holding the apple nodded because the meeting launched into full spring; they decided to move the meeting to America so they could get results right away.

Damn damn damn. How was he a person with inky black skin, hair and clothes with red eyes supposed to get there!? He practically screamed suspicious, like seriously, Not-Italy sighed well they were leaving on the private jet tomorrow. Time for hitch-hiking, Not-Italy stood up and went to grab his things. He knew where the jet was, no time like the present to get on and wait for them to get there.

-Back at the meeting-

The meeting was adjourned and Japan was nervous, they passed him the baton and he didn't know what to do. He wrapped the apple in saurian-wrap and put it in his inner coat pocket; he then buttoned up his coat. Luckily there wasn't a prominence in his coat; the killer wouldn't know he had the apple. Hopefully… they knew about nations who knew what else they knew.

Germany put his hand on Japan's shoulder, his eyes said it all, Japan quirked a small smile. He nodded his head and they went to pack up for the flight to America, Japan was a little excited it had been a while since he'd gone to see his friends home. They where going to go to New York, for no real reason, other then to do the DNA test.

Everyone had packed up, and went to sleep early so they could wake up early tomorrow. Not-Italy was already on the plane and hidden in the cargo hold, sitting amongst the bags the nations had brought aboard already. He slept, once again with a smile on his face, with the baggage.

-The next morning-

Germany sat up, he hadn't opened his eyes yet, when he did he found Japan staring at him intently from the chair by the window. Germany jumped a little at seeing Japan up before…. 6:00am, he looked back at Japan.

"Japan? Are you alright?" he asked the Asian nation, Japans eyes focused and his eyes darted around.

"Hm? What?" he inquired his voice heavy, he leaned in on himself and fell sound asleep; Germany tilted his head ever so slightly. What the hell was going on with him? The whole thing seemed to be getting under the other nations skin, he's had trouble sleeping, been extremely jumpy and of course he keeps just drifting away, getting soaked up in his thoughts.

Germany got up, changed and packed his carry on, he also packed Japan's. He picked both the bags up then shook Japan's shoulder; Japan opened his eyes and sprung up from the chair. You could see the bags under his eyes.

"Calm down. It's alright time to go to the plane." Japan visibly relaxed, or well it looked that way only to those who knew Japan well, to those who didn't know him so well, it didn't look like much happened. Japan nodded and followed Germany to the plane; they met up with Russia and China at some point so they went to a cab together.

Turns out they were some of the last to leave, but it was alright, the others soon caught up and they were flying away from Spain, and hopefully the killer too. Japan had sat in his seat and fell asleep almost instantly; Germany sat next to him and worried over his friend in secret.

Unknown to the countries, the killer was in their own luggage hold, sitting amongst the suit cases, picking his nails with one of his knives. Not-Italy was bored to put it simply, he knew better then to kill anyone while on the plane, where is there to hide? He would get caught, but when they finally got there, he knew exactly who to take out.

He smiled and put his plan into action, he searched for the suitcase, and he found it. It was a wooden case; he opened it and carved a message into the top, and shredded the clothes within. He closed the case and sat against the large duffel, a satisfied smile on his face.

In the passenger part of the plane, Russia had a bad feeling; his gut told him something was wrong. He learned to trust his gut over the centuries; it hadn't let him down yet, so he got up.

"Where are you going, aru?" the Chinese man asked, he looked curiously up at Russia, Russia smiled.

"Something about this flight feels wrong," He whispered, "going to find out what." China sighed, looked at him, then nodded and waved him off, returning to his book. Russia walked down the aisle, smiling as he went, a few nations sent him strange looks but no one questioned him. That was good, wouldn't do if he was stopped, he had a feeling. He wasn't sure what but his gut told him something was wrong, maybe the plane was rigged? No from the style of killing you could tell the killer preferred to be up close and personal, blowing up the plane while effective isn't close and personal.

He snapped out of his musings, he was in front of the door to the luggage hold. He opened the door; he went in and wandered amongst the suit cases, not sure what he was looking for but at the same time looking for something.

He walked towards a dark shadow in the corner, his gut told him something was there, he was almost there when.

"RUSSIA WHERE ARE YOU!?" America screamed, Russia stopped, he didn't want to be blamed but… "RUSSIA!" Russia sighed and turned away, walking out of the luggage hold with a smile on his face.

"Da? America?"

Not-Italy opened his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief, that was too close. He was almost caught that time. He slid to the floor; Not-Italy giggled a bit, that was thrilling! He was going to have to be much more careful, he wasn't ready to be caught at all. Not for a while yet. His smile replicated the smile of the Cheshire-Cat, and his eyes sparkled with a dark mischief. A dark giggle slipped from his mouth, he hoped the next nation was prepared for him. It was almost too easy now, but as his smile grew, he knew it would be fun.

Authors note:

ooooh scary! hope you enjoyed it! I hope you caught the Cheshire-Cat! he's my favorite Alice in wonderland character! seriously how can you not love a floating, smiling magic cat? I mean c'mon it has awesome written all over it! aside from that man I am just pumping out these chapters! oh well I suppose you want a random factoid huh? well lets see...

did you know that polar bears have black skin?

how about that when a great white goes seal hunting it can clear it's entire body a few feet out of the water?

or maybe that if you rub England's eyebrows he falls asleep? (isn't that just cute!?)

or even that Scotland has these games and they throw logs around while they dance about in kilts and drink beer?

bet you didn't know those last two, aside from that

adios amigos! -Ches