Chapter II

Nazi

"Is everyone in position?" England whispered into his receiver. England waited for a reply as static sounded to his ear from the speaker. All of the members of England's investigation group were outside Germany's house waiting for the moment to strike. Both England and France were leaning on the wall by the office's window being very careful not to make any sound that would alarm Germany. England waited for the hushed reply of his group.

"Roger." Voices said in a chorus through the static of his speaker. England stayed in place in his position crouch down to his knees. France signaled England to look into the window. But England wave his hand saying that it won't be a good idea to make a rash decision and tells him to wait until Spain and the others say the signal. England couldn't help but get curious as soft murmurs were heard from the inside of the office. England thought that no one else was home but Germany. He never thought that Germany has a companion with him at the moment as well as for the night. He could not place into mind that who would be with the German nation.

And so he peered into the window watching a certain tall nation in crisp evergreen colored uniform and a not so tall nation wearing a big white shirt that clearly belonged to the taller nation and wore nothing else clinging tightly on the taller nation's arm. England is still trying to figure out who it was since the smaller nation has its back facing toward the window. England signals France to come and take a look and see who the mystery person is.

France crawled up next to England carefully not to make a sound. The cold night's wind blew directly towards the two of them and the open window. The wind flew further in the German's office until it licked the body of smaller nation making the smaller nation receive goose bumps.

"Brrrr~" The smaller nation shivered in the coldness that hit his Mediterranean skin. "Ah Germany the wind is so freddo. Mind if I close the window Ve~." England and France quickly recognize the speaker to be the Northern Half of the Italian Nation by the accent and the certain verbal tick at the end of the sentence.

England and France flinched. They were about to get caught if ever Germany decided to close the window. The two nations quickly leaned to the half hallow frame of the windowed wall. Hoping that Germany would decide not to otherwise they might get discovered.

"Ja, its ok for you to close the window Italien." Germany said dismissing the Italian Nation. England began to pray for his life while squinting his eyes in prayer and France could only sweat trying not to look upward as North Italy skipped over to the window pane and looked outside for a second and stretched his hands up into the night sky before closing the window.

"Italien let's sleep." Germany said as North Italy skipped right back to him reclaiming once again his arm in a tight hug looking back to the window a last time. England sighed in relief as the two lovey dovey nations left the office and off to where they decided to flee to. England relaxed from his stiff position on the wall and looked at France who seemed to be as pale white as a ghastly ghost not even one bit relieved that the other nations are gone. England couldn't help but think if France was that afraid of Germany. He knows that the North Italian Nation is not even close to harming even one measly little fly, in short completely harmless, and frankly the French Pervert was closely related by blood with the Useless Italian and is even older than him.

"Oi Frog what happened to you." England whispered concerned of the nation before him. France shook his head frantically. He didn't seem to have relaxed at all even after snapping into reality. France looked away from England making it impossible for the English man to see his scared expression. He was completely scared out of his wits but all he can say for now was.

"I was just afraid that we would get caught."

England looked disbelievingly at France and thought 'America told me that France was an amazing spy and does his job flawlessly. But the way he looked like now don't look like it even neared the word flawless and was contradictory to what America said.' He was a bit disappointed not that he was expecting France to make great progress but because France couldn't find it in his heart to tell him anything that bothers him. England knows that this could hinder their plans.

England shook away from his thoughts and waited for a signal from Spain and America to enter with no interference or possibility to get seen but even if he did he can't stop the questions and doubts running throughout his mind. He could only coax France to calm down for the plan to work.

"Get your self together France we haven't got caught yet."

"Oui we haven't got caught yet."

France laughed humorlessly in a whisper. England couldn't help himself from worrying for France. The nation looked restless. But England he could not do anything for they had the same fate if they were to get caught and if their suspicions were correct about Germany they would be both dead.

"You know what France? Rest here while I do the search. You look like you needed rest."

"Non. I came here to help you not to rest on the job." France looked up to the window with his bangs shielding his eyes except his stubbed beard sticking out in the air. England was speechless.

England nodded in understanding before hearing a voice coming from his radio speaker.

"Inglaterra this is Spain. The bird has hit the nest." Spain's static voice whispered through their radio. "I repeat. The bird has hit the nest." England perked up as he heard the code words for the infiltration to begin.

"Roger Spain, Be on the look out in case one wakes up." England whispered back to the receiver. He lifted his finger up to France signaling him to start the operation.

France brought out a thin metal bar from his black bag and handed it to England who gladly accepted it. England carefully slid the metal bar under the window pane not to make a dent on the wooden frame. The metal bar hovered underneath the tiny solid plastic piece that locked the window and lifted it smoothly unlocking the window.

"Now France." England ordered under his breath holding unto the metal bar.

France placed his hands under the window's horizontal hole and lifted the window open. England quickly placed the metal bar to the corner of the window frame diminishing the window's ability to close.

The two nations nodded to each other and took turns in entering the office. England took out the set of keys that jingled unwanted then started opening every drawer and cabinet they could see.

The moon was now 32.8 degrees west and they are still searching through the many drawers of Germany. Both were tried and couldn't find any evidence that could help solve their case.

"Ah Mon Dieu! Why does Germany has so many drawers?" France whispered exhaustedly slumping down on his arse in defeat. A hollow sound came into their ears as France sat on the floor tile. England noticed this quickly. He knew that it could be a hidden compartment with all the top secret files that they needed.

"Hurry France stand up." England shooed France away. England quickly came to the hollow floor tile and touched its sides inspecting it in search of the space between the cracks that will lead to an opening of the floor tile.

"Eureka!" England half shouted in glee as he found the opening of the tile and yanked it out of place that resulted with a tiny door, same size as the tile, of the hidden compartment. He found a tiny keyhole by the side of the door. He gasped and grumbled in his own breath. He flipped through the keys that Spain gave him muttering and searching for a key that fitted the key hole on the floor.

When England finally found the key the fits he was so excited that this moment could be the time that he had been waiting for, the time where England will be able to solve an international crime and pin point the main suspect that is their murder. As England was about to turn the keys when he clicked it into place France interrupted him.

"Wait Angleterre!"

"What now France?" England said irritated of the other nation. France motioned England out of the way and had himself be the one to open the tile door. England and France was terrified when suddenly.

Swish!

A tiny piece of blade pelted into France's shoulder when he opened the door of the floor earning a gasps from both England and France.

"France!" England was completely shocked to see France's arm bleeding heavily even if it was just a piece of blade. He knew one thing Murderer was already striking and it was France it targeted this one. "Here let me help you."

"Non I can handle this."

"I should help you saved my life." England countered but France shook his head in disagreement.

"I did not save you I killed my people to open Germany's tiny door." France winced as he yanked the blade out of his shoulder with a handkerchief to avoid dripping blood on the overly clean room of Germany that could cause them to be discovered by the traces they left the led towards them. England suddenly rips a part of his shirt.

And without France's permission England came to his side and wrapped his wounded shoulder with the make-shift bandages he made from is ripped up clothes.

"You Shouldn't d-"

"Shut up France. I don't care what your mouth spouts but you saved my life and that's that." England interjected before France could finish his sentence. When England finished wrapping his wound England turned on his mike and said. "Spain, America, We retreat for now."

France was too shocked to even say anything. England cancelled their mission only to treat his wound.

"Angleterre." France whispered in astonishment. England retreats back outside Germany's household without leaving any of the drawers unlocked or open dragging the wounded nation before meeting up with the rest of the group.

Little did they know a shadowed figure's eyes were watching them intensely. The figure's smirked shined over the moonlight giving off a small chuckle. It held in its hand a broken blade that had a missing piece that is surely is in the hands of the group.

France woke up early in the morning lying on the bed that looked like England's overly antiquated bed. He groaned trying to sit up straight only to fail miserably and have his hands rubbing his aching temples.

"Argh!"

"Good morning France good to see that you are awake." England greeted slipping into the room with a bed tray in hand. On the tray was a plate filled by slices of mildly toasted bread accompanied by four stripes of bacon and a sunny side up egg of the side of the plate. On the two corners of the tray were a glass of milk and a little saucer of butter for the bread. "I brought you Breakfast."

Even though France was so bedazzled and overwhelmed by the roaring smell of good breakfast he looked at England asking if it was edible with his eyes.

"You can eat it Frog!" England barked heatedly blushing madly at the same time. "It wasn't even me who cooked your food today."

Almost happy, France was relieved that he won't be getting any food poisoning in the morning but still annoyed by the fact that he still didn't know who cooked his early banquet.

"Who did Mon Cher Angleterre?"

England blushes and grumbles in an inaudible voice. France was certainly curious since he would like to thank his chef and molest if possible. France was giggling at England's cute pouting face he definitely feels how Spain feels for Romano at the moment.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you Angleterre." France said sickeningly sweet to England's ear teasing the pour English man to spit out what he is saying.

"I said I asked America to cook you breakfast." England gritted out feeling very embarrassed. France patted England's head. Inside France was laughing so hard in happiness seeing England that embarrassed about a little thing.

"See that wasn't so bad to say isn't it Angleterre? Admitting you received help from others does not shame you. In fact it takes off some of the burdens you have on your shoulder."

England grabbed France's hand and held it firmly. Emerald green eyes stared into Midnight blue eyes. Worry evident and almost tangible in England's eyes. France's eyes were wide open shocked as to why the nation who most certainly refused to hold his hand in such a manner doing the very opposite.

"You know France you should follow your own advices." France looked at England as if he was someone oblivious. "You should have let me help you instead of carrying a heavy burden. I know you're hiding something. Something even can't even know what it is."

"…"

"You're so hard to read now It feels like you have change so much you're leaving me behind."

"England… I have always been like this."

"What Do you MEAN! The France I know always argue with me, he teases me to the point to run after him and chase him off. The France I know is a pervert that chases for skirts and even men with no pants! The France I know trusts me enough to tell me what bothers him even though he knows I'll criticize him because France is my Best Friend!"

Something in France was shocked and yet in some way ashamed. England was more than worried like he was before. Pursuing himself and others to investigate a hidden case showed him so making things that he did not know of.

"I'm Sorry Angleterre."

England thought that he had everything in control. But his Pride over shadowed the reality that he was not getting anywhere. He knew that he had to wake up to reality. England could lose someone if he wasn't careful enough. He had to protect everything he came to love.

"Thank you Angleterre." France whispered smiling. He tapped his shoulder and pinched to test if there was still an abrasion he had to heal. Sighing in relief France said "It looks like I'm fully healed. There is no need to worry anymore Angleterre. Where is Espagne by the way?"

"Oh he just left 2 hours ago, while you were sleeping on my bed." England paused before saying. "He said something about seeing off with South Italy."

"So that's why." France Laughed. "No wonder. He is probably skipping off to wonder land with his melodramatic lover."

England smiled sweetly at France and whispered softly. "I don't mind skipping off to wonder land with you my friend."

"What?"

England suddenly blushed remembering what he had said. He couldn't be more embarrassed.

"Nothing." He quickly diminished. England stood up from where he had positioned himself. England straightened his ironed clothes and casually making a poised expression of indifference still blushing light pink. "I said nothing at all."

France smiled at England warmly that made him fidget blushing madly.

"Up up we should hurry Frog. We need to go to the UN meeting."

"But it's morning? And we still need to investigate all those files we got from Germany's office."

England shook his head and turned for the door walking slowly toward it until he reached it.

"I am going to return them and We are going to stop the investigations."

A pregnant silence washed over the room. England started to walk out of the room's door until.

"Was it because of me?"

England winced at France's question. He stopped not turning back to face France and talk to him.

"I'm sorry that I had put you efforts and works into vain. But we didn't start this mission to lose more lives. It was to save them and to save you from dying."

"It's ok for me to die–"

"No it's not! I don't want to watch my best friend disappear from the map and in front of me."

England was flustered and red in anger and hurt. France was completely in a dumb struck state. England slammed the door on his back leaving France alone in his room. France never thought that England care for him that much. But can stop the tingly feeling in his stomach. He feel much more in those words than just a statement from a best friend. France can't help but smile at these new found feelings.

"Mon Cher..."

"…"

"Thank you."

After France had said thank you hurried footsteps tapped on the wooden floor outside of the room. France figured that England stayed for a while to listen to his thank you. Sighing France slipped off bed and have dressed himself with the clothes England prepared for him on the bedside table. France snickered at England's choice of clothes. It was He after all who taught England about fashion sense.

France slipped on a white dress shirt, accented with an onyx blue gem on the collar lace, smoothly. A pastel blue vest adorned France's waist buttoned from the first two buttons leaving the last button to show freely to its viewer.

Black vertically patterned slack fitted his thighs slightly firm and loosely rounded his legs. A thin dark brown belt surrounded his pant's circumference tucking in France's dress shirt.

France followed after England soon after he finished dressing himself.

"Took you long enough you Limey!" England shouted after him. "You better hurry up. The car won't wait for you."

France couldn't help smiling genuinely as he ran out of the mansion of a house towards England's mini cooper that was painted with the colors of Britain's flag. Today's UN Meeting will be held at Germany's Place. England wants to be early and kind of want to be the first to start the discussion. Not to help solve the world problems such as poverty, pollution, nor the murder mystery they were trying to solve. He want to go first to close the unsolved case and declare it as a coincidence.

England quickly zoomed away to Germany's house as soon as France boarded in the car with America. France of course is not willing to let go of the case. After going through all the hard work England had gone through just to find the proof if its occurrences. France knew it England solves the mystery then he'd be safe. But Since England was giving up so easily because of the threats of losing loved ones came up. France knew that continuing the case is also trouble and pounding over how many ways it would end up badly is making France think otherwise. America bragged endlessly about all of his tall tale stories of aliens and weird fantasies all throughout the ride until France finally asked England woefully irritated.

"You deal with this everyday Angleterre?"

"My lad you haven't seen half of it." England said wanting to plug his ears with his fingers but was unable to do so because he had to keep his hands on the car's steering wheel. France finally come up with an idea he knew that England would be 100% safe and himself 50%. He'd betray England's word if he died but having to make England safe is better than leading him to death.

"Hey! You're not listening… Any way the UFO suddenly landed in my room revealing a set of aliens! That was where I even met Tony. Oh you guys should meet Tony as well –" America's rant was finally interrupted by the fact that they were at Germany's house already.

"FINALLY!" France screamed in glee as he aborted the car seat and into the outside world that had no tight spaces and noisy Americans sticking next to his ear.

"It is not over yet France." England said grimly before leading the two nations to Germany's door. France grabbed England's Shoulder making stop and look at the French nation with confusion. America stopped as well looking at both the nations with curiosity and thinking whether to interrupt but decide not to in the end.

"Wait. Don't give up yet."

"What?"

"Don't give up on the case yet Angleterre."

"But-" England's brow furrowed but worry is lacing in his eyes. France quickly interferes England by putting a finger on his lips. Successfully making the English Man stay quiet.

"Remember when you told me I was hiding something?" England nodded briefly with America nodding in excitement as well in the background. "The truth is Angleterre I do have something to hide. I believe I have all the proofs you need in my head that lies in my memories."

"And…?"

France lifted his hands and motioned America and England to come closer for him to whisper silently to the two nations his secret. They ended up huddled together like a football team would. A very stressful silence went and gone until France finally spoke.

"I know who the murderer is."

"MAN You DO! Like that totally Awesome MAN! Why didn't you just say so." America shouted gleefully releasing his vice grip on the nations to gesticulate his appreciation to France. Mean while England was dumfounded and happy at the same time his body was moving on it own going towards the door.

"I will at the meeting."

England was about to knock on the door when suddenly the door turned into a forehead which is what England knocked on instead.

"Awie that hurts. Ve~" The forehead spoke wincing weakly. England felt his blood run cold as he realized what he was knocking on. The nations at his back squeaked and hid in the bushes nearby.

"Italy what happened– ENGLAND WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO ITALY!" A voice boomed irately making England's legs become jelly. The source of the voice swooped down to North Italy and lifted North Italy off the ground away from England and presented itself with an intimidating aura surrounding him.

"Good morning G-Germany."

End of Chapter 2

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