Wounds of Britannia

England lay sleeping on his bed within his household. His head rested softly on a flush blue pillow that is elegantly complemented by a red folded rim. A blanket and a lace comforter crumpled covering England's soft and luxurious skin from his foot to the tip of his chin. His large bed was curtained with soft silky satin linens. The whole room was fully flamboyant and matched all of the antiquated furniture.

England shifted in his sleep almost agonizingly. He gripped his sides and the blankets in unison. The comforter lay kicked and forgotten on the southern side of the bed. England's eyes wedged open with shock. He grabbed the blanket and his pale green night shirt and threw them away almost instantly.

He looked fiercely at his burning sides. Confused and pained at the same time as the side of his stomach was breaking open on its own as if he was being sliced open. Blood rushed out his side unbelievably quick. He half kicked and half slide off his bed. A thud hit the floor boards and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ah Git! America you bloody wanker help me!"

Panting in pain England slammed open the guest's room door where America stayed and sleep dreaming of his greatest adventures in life.

"Huh? What the England?" America groaned inwardly rubbing his sleep glazed eyes with laziness. Completely disturbed of his sleep he glared half heartedly at England.

"America…" England gritted through his teeth. "It is happening again. Someone is killing my people and my land."

America rode by a sudden realization shot up to his feet and ran over to England's side seeing blood gushing through England's hands that was gripping the continually opening wound. He holds both sides of England's head and looks at him with worry and care.

"Bear it Brother. It will be over soon. We go through this every now and then since we bear all of humanity's pain and sins." America lulled England.

England's skin was drained of color and sweated almost half of the waters that surrounded the London Bridge. His eyes were squinted hardly and his eye brows furrowed madly on his face. He uses his free hand and grabbed America's that was cupping his cheek and gripped it hard making America wince in pain.

"I know that you git. But this feels different. If ever it was just the same as what you have said then I going to need you with me to go through this." England moaned painfully. America smiled sadly at England's statement and said in a slightly monotone voice.

"England I'm no longer within you hold ever since 1783. You should know that." England looked at America solemnly ignoring his pain. His eyes showed hurt and heart breaking feeling making America sink into regret for his previous statement.

"America… Ha ha." England laughed dryly and tired. "Can I not have some quality time with the little brother that I raise on my own?"

Before America could reply England's muscles relaxed and fell into America's arms unconscious. His wound closed up and bleeding stopped in a matter of seconds as it regenerated. America carried England back to his bed and replaced the bloody sheets with a clean set of linens.

He laid England's relaxed body softly on the bed's mattress. He stared at England with a squeamish feeling that the bottom pit of his stomach. He felt sorry of himself acting like a bad excuse of a brother.

"Goodnight Brother." America soon recoiled back to the guest's room and yielded himself to sleep. The rest of the night passed in just a few hours. "I'm sorry brother."

Later on both woke up with a start as hours passed and morning came chirping and shinning by England's house. America stayed in bed and curled back to sleep until later England decided to call him for breakfast.

"Ei, America it's time for Breakfast!" England beckoned.

"I dun wanna! Anyway your cookings sucks!" America hollered back at him grumpily. America decided to try acting as a little brother for a while just to compensate his earlier actions toward England.

"Then why don't you just come down for coffee and morning news." England sarcastically suggested to America.

"Why would I? The news is fo sissies with daisies."

"Just come down this instant or so help me I will make you eat my version of your beloved hamburger." England ordered shouting with venom stringed to his every word. America laughed inwardly knowing that England was probably fuming in anger downstairs. His imagination made it far more worst and worthless to keep his laughter from leaving his throat.

"MAKE ME." America dared childishly at England barely hiding his giggling. Hoping badly that his laughter will not be heard by England or else he'd be out the front door by now.

"YOU SAID IT MISTER!"

This was the finally straw for England. America felt like he wanted to half run or hide for safety. But it was too late. Fast and loud thumping of feet sounded all throughout the British household. America suddenly was on the floor pulled by the certain angry England. England dragged the poor nation shirtless on the floor scaring every bit of the nation. Until America begged as they reached the long pointy stairwell that's was only a few steps away.

"WAH! I'M SORRY BROTHER! PLEASE DON'T DRAG ME DOWN THE STAIRS!" America pleaded shouting as England dragged the poor nation on the hard wood floor nearing the stairwell more closely than ever. England glared at America giving him a message that says 'mess with me or I will really drag you down to the ground by your foot.' America gave England the puppy dog eyes hoping that England will let him go.

England dropped America's legs hard on the floor and glared holes at him. England turned with a "Humph." leaving America scratching the side of his head sheepishly and wincing from the pain of his feet that was harshly dropped on the floor boards.

America stood up and followed England to the dinning room and sat on one of the chairs giggling softly making sure England didn't hear him.

"So England what's for breakfast?" America asked curiously but at the same time afraid of whatever England decided to cook. England eyed him and smiled rather proudly at him. America shuddered in fear almost praying that England would not kill him with by food poisoning.

"I cooked you those American pancakes that you always spoke of." England shouted with glee and pride. "This isn't my first time cooking it so I know I did it right this time." America winced as doubt laced England's last sentence. America practically sweated as if it were really the end of his heroic life.

England practically skipped to his kitchen and came back with a covered silver platter on his hand. Pride was written all over England's face as he set down the platter in front of America. He lifted the covered and divulged a plate with stacks of pancakes that leaned precisely at 5.5 degrees northeast.

America's eyes glimmered with amazement. His mouth watering to eat the delectable food simply because of the alluring smell it held. He experimentally took a little piece and cautiously tasting it. America's jaw gawked flabbergasted. In a snap he was suddenly a wild animal shoving whole pieces of pancakes off the plate to his mouth.

"Engla*munch munch* I stan *munch* correc*munch*." America said with his mouth full.

"You Git! Don't speak while eating." England yelled and gave a harsh blow on America's back yet somehow happy that America was eating the pancakes. America almost choked at the pancakes but downed it quickly with water before he could barf it out.

"Sorry." America pouted. "As I was saying I stand corrected. Your cooking does taste good. They are almost as good as my hamburgers and that guy's, whom I don't know, pancakes!"

England felt baffled by the praise of his little brother. England was on the seventh heaven hearing America's praise over and over again in his blissful mind. But his bliss didn't last that long until.

CRASH!

Both nations were distorted by the sound of a crash. England suddenly felt his blood run cold and body stiffen.

"What was that?" America turned all serious and tried to peak at the corner of his eyes where something had crashed. England suddenly blocks his view attaining all of his attention.

"A-ah! Don't mind that it must be just a… umm?" England stuttered quickly. America eyed him suspiciously and stood walking towards the kitchen where the sound was heard from.

"I'll go see what happened."

"A RAT!" England shouted as he thwarted America's way.

"A rat…?"

"Yes! It must be a rat! I will just go catch it later." England said in the must convincing way he could muster. America's serious and ever so suspecting eyes returned back to it normal goofy appearance. England sighed in relief as he found that he might have convinced the other nation.

"OH! LOOK IT'S THE LATEST BOOK OF THE HAIRY POTTER SERIES!" America suddenly shouted pointing at a random direction. England excitedly looked at where America had pointed with the words. America snickered at England's reaction.

"Oh Dear Lord where!"

Not knowing America had sneaked off to the kitchen before England ever noticed. England was to busy trying to find his book of joy when America yelled angrily at him dragging someone in his hand and lifted it up by the back of its collar.

"Brother what is the meaning of this mess?" America dropped a flour covered France in front of England demanding a good excuse not only from England but form France as well.

"Sorry Mon Cher Angleterre, I have been caught." France said in his deep French accent. His sweat dropped in nervousness when England sneered at him.

"You Frog how could you?" England whispered harshly at France. Hoping America would think that England didn't know France was here.

"I was asking you something England." America growled sending shivers of fear run up England's spine.

"Well you see …. Umm..." England said with his eye moving around not concentrating on one place.

"Well what?" America said rather impatiently. France couldn't wait anymore and have burning holes on his back by America's dreadful glares.

"Well Mon Ami Amerique, Angleterre here does not know how to cook. So I cook for him breakfast, dinner and lunch."

"You should have said so earlier!" America said happily to France friendly patting him on the back. "I could have praised you instead of him."

England's pride was run down with the sudden change of heart of his brother like a boulder ramming him flat on the ground.

"Well since everyone is here and ready for you Angleterre. Why don't you start your statement?" France suggested as all sat down the chairs of the dinning table.

"Good Idea France." America concurred.

"Yes, you see America, France; I have been experiencing unusual events within my house hold and my people. I can also tell that you are experiencing these as well. Am I right?" England looked at both who nodded in agreement.

"Years have past ever since the WWII had ended I feel as thou there are still some whom disagree in ending it. Series of human deaths come popping out in each of our nations."

"And it was still monthly then. But recently it became weekly and sometimes for a short while daily. It is harming us nations badly. All of these facts are still a hypothesis that I thought of. I need the both of you to help me investigate this." England said pleading the two nations to agree one more time.

"But how could be catch our villain when you have only unproven facts?" France asked. America seems to agree to what France had said.

"France is right we can't go killer hunting with nothing but tail trails." said America. England looked at both nations sincerely and said.

"One thing that I am sure of is that these assassinations only happen during the night where we, nations, lay vulnerable in their sleep. We must strike during those hours to find our murderer and no longer should we nations submit to these distortions."

"But can you prove that Mon Cher Angleterre? Surely you would not spout such nonsense without proof since we cannot process these files to the UN meetings or unless you will just say again that you magical imaginary friends saw it happening?" France said in a monotone voice but with the slight intimidation sitting at the tip of his tongue.

England looked rather pissed at what had France said about his magical friends but maintain his poise and mind in a balanced equilibrium.

"Quit it Frog, I have my proof and my friends are most certainly not imaginary." England hissed quietly at France. "You see here America and France."

"I have been hearing so many silent complains from the colony nations I have under me. They complain mainly to why the Britannia's or My Empire's government had properly protected them."

"That should be your problem. Should it not?" America interjected crossing his fingers together lightly before setting his chin above it.

"That is not it America. I'm talking about the incident." England snarled. "Where was I? Oh yeah they were complaining of the same incident over and over again but in different places and in different dates. The only common thing that it had was it happens around midnight only. This was according to Sweden and Ireland."

England reached his hands underneath the dinning table and removed a brief case within a camouflaged panel. He set it on the table for both nations to see.

"Within this case are the reports and charts that showed human existence is decreasing as time pass by. Simple 1 by 1 killing or dying turned into nightly massacres." England pulled out a draft chart and pointed at the first row that started at the point of (1, 23). "Gentle men this is the weekly deaths with 1 murder and 23 deaths by illness during year 1945 and it increase drastically into this at the present." Pointing towards the point that read (126, 8).

"You will find this completely weird since there are more humans dying of murder than of sickness. This have not only happened to me but I doubt that it never happened to any of you." England said returning the chart back to its original place.

"France I have notice last month your left eye was red and aching as aftermath of regeneration." England said pointedly at France.

"Qui my eye or my city of Roen was hurt. Morning after that painful night I receive news that a family was massacred at 1:34 am." France confessed subconsciously touching Roen.

"And you America you were limping on one leg last week during the UN Meeting."

"Uh Huh, A little village in Peru perished last week at maybe 12- 2:00 am."

"Both of you know well that these deaths of humans in the parts of our bodies as nations affects us." England gulped the saliva that gathered under his tongue then England said in a grave tone. "For the worst if the humans that live in our bodies were to seize to exist."

England stopped being to afraid to continue whatever he was about to say until a new voice entered.

"We will as well seize to exist just like the humans that died."

"WHO IS THERE?" England shouted at the stranger as he grabbed a sword at the side of the dinning hall close to the window where the sound came.

"EEK!" the new voice said in surprise when the window was abruptly opened by England's sword. The stranger raised his hand in defeat while America and France rushed over to see the spy who came crashing by. "Please don't kill me I have tomatoes!"

"Espagne?"

"Si mi amigo."

"Mon Ami!"

The group revealed the stranger to be Spain whom France suddenly hugged and pulled into England's dinning hall. They both greeted each other good morning. Completely ignoring the fact Spain was an unwanted visitor.

"Oh Espagne I have so much to tell you!" Exclaimed France giddily like a child would after seeing its friends to play.

"Si! Si! I too have so much to tell you, especially about my lovely South Italy."

"Oh do tell Espagne!" France held hands with Spain. Both were jumping up and down like high school girls talking about juicy gossips. England was quickly irritated at the pointless conversation of the two close friends about the adventures of their pelvic area.

"Oh you will love this Francia! South Italy came up to me and-"

"Ahem!" England interrupted Spain's ranting spree tapping his charcoal leather dress shoes on the cold hard floor. England's eyebrow furrowed together connecting the two brows into a mono brow. Spain shivering seeming understanding the Italian brothers fear of England caterpillar eyebrows. England glared pointedly at Spain's direction as if using his eyes to make sure Spain does not leave until he answered his questions. And apparently for Spain it did work so fascinatingly he really did not move an inch.

"Spain this is a secret meeting why are you sp-"

"So Spain what brings you here?" America interjected goofily munching on a piece of pancake pushing England's face out of the way. England was about to throw a tantrum but then France stopped him from doing so by holding both his shoulders. So instead of making an audible shouting of profanities he settled with muttering curses under his breath.

"Well you see Estados Unidos. I was going to France's house to tell him about South Italy's cutest hour but then Belgium told me he wasn't there."

"Then how did you know I have gone to?" Asked France.

"Francia you know I know you very well. You came here to cook for poor England." Spain patted France on the back completely ignoring England.

"Hey I'm not poor you idiot!" England spat but was ignored again by the three nations with him.

"Oui Oui! You do know me Espagne and how could you not?" France said sweetly at Spain.

"And Oh! I remembered you also sent me this letter that told me that you would be here and I have it with me right now." Spain reached into his coat pocket a white sealed parchment. Spain was about to give it to France when England suddenly snatched it from his hand. England was to fast for France to react.

"France." France winced as England called him menacingly.

"Oui? Mon Cher Angleterre?" France could only sweat a flood as he has heard England's anger filled tone of voice.

"This is the letter I sent you last week."

"Oui."

"And this is a classified letter."

"Oui."

"Then why is it in Spain's hand?" England asked dreadfully sweet. France felt that he had dug his own grave and wished that he could disappear at the moment.

"I don't know maybe it flew into his house? Oui?" France said as smoothly as possible for an excuse.

"If so you bloody then why does it have an extra note saying 'Espagne look at this XD my little England still writes me letters in old parchments so cute isn't it? ~France xoxoxo' that sound bloody hell like you France."

"Ahahaha~" France laughed nervously scratching the base of his neck. France could only think that not only he dug his on grave but readied his death bed as well as his option of death, that was ass kicked and killed by a hormone filled crazy England.

"I'll let that slip away for today but that doesn't mean I'm not angry at you." England's words hit directly at France. France could only sigh and feel safe on for now.

"I have to notice that Spain knows what we were talking about." A stoic America said. All eyes were once again at Spain who had a stoic face as well.

"Si Estados Unidos I do know what you, England and France were talking about." Seriousness was in Spain's tone of voice. "The letter France sent me was the actual spark of interest why I had come here. My country as well is falling down just as yours are with the same unfortunate events."

"What would that be to us other than an additional problem to solve?" England glared at Spain doubting that Spain would be any help to them in the investigation.

"I might be able to give you as much information you want with accurate files from Germany's office." Spain grinned with pride as if he had won a prize.

"Really! How'd you get inside Germany's office Espagne?" France said flabbergasted.

"I didn't really got inside I just happen to have obtained the keys to his office."

"But how can we be sure that that is the keys to Germany's Office." England retorted with a lace of doubt and hope.

"Oh I am sure as I can be Inglaterra." The three nations believed Spain since they don't have much choice since they needed all the information they could get to solve this case.

"We Trust you Spain. But when should be get a move on?" America spoke with all sincerity.

"I say we strike at the time where Germany is asleep to infiltrate his office." All nations nodded in agreement to Spain's proposition. All except America who seems to oppose with the option presented.

"I concur with Espagne. We will be able to monitor as well if Germany is the murderer and get accurate information." France reasoned.

"I like how this plan will hit two birds at one stone. But why shouldn't we just get Germany's permission to search through his belongings? At least that way it would be legal." America asked rather passively.

"Amerique, if we tell Germany that we will search his belongings he will surely hide the most important information before we get to it."

"Oh."

"Now that it has been all planned out why don't we enjoy the rest of the morning until it is time to set out our plans?" France suggested.

"Agreed." Everyone else said in unison. The nations resumed eating their breakfast as well as the uninvited nation, Spain, in a courtly manner. Then later separated with a goodbye to prepare what they would need for their stake out in Germany's that evening. Not knowing what could meet them on the way.

Everyone just loves to forget Canada~

But England would not want that to happen to him as well. =D

Any who the clues are already set out to who the murderer is and its up to you if you wan't to get to the bottom of it before England does.

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