Chapter III

Vano

"Good morning Mr. England." Germany's voice remained strong and intimidating. England could feel his spine shiver and helpless with his allies abandoning him. England gulped his life away wincing on the possible punishment he would receive from the German nation in front of him for touching his North Italy.

"Awe~ you're being scary to the guests Germania." North Italy cooed in Germany's arms trying to poke his way down. Germany slowly and carefully set Italy down to the ground and looked into his eyes worriedly.

"Are you sure you weren't being harassed by England or his misled friends."

Italy patted Germany's head softly before cooing lovingly in his caramel sweet voice. "They will not hurt me Germania. Maybe they just have mistaken me for the door's hull. Just like how Switzerland does.

"But Italien…"

"I'm sure of it Germania." Italy confirmed to Germany before the nation could pushed further. "Buongiorno Inghilterra, Francia and America. Why don't we all come in for pasta and potatoes?"

The relieved nations only nodded to keep the air steady. All of the nations came in the break room. Germany motioned them to be seated at the sturdy Leather couch trying to welcome the stiff nations in his own country.

The break room was unnaturally too clean and sparkly. The supposed to be dusty brown and maroon bricked fireplace had nothing in it. Not even a speck of dust inhabiting in its flooring.

The bricks of the fireplace curved on the fall ending into the cream colored ceiling. A simple chandelier hanged over their heads. The chandelier was decorated his sharp looking glasses and ball shaped foggy bulbs.

In front of the trio was an opening to a beautifully made garden. Its doors wear glass and slightly decorated with sheets of fogs. The couch on which they sat on was fully proportioned into a set of rectangles attached to each other. It has square foot stools and as well as a matching coffee table. On the other side was dozens of shelves that contain many sparkling glass ware and silverware. Underneath it was a bar table that had a microwave and sets of German delicacies and a few sets of Italian cuisines.

From how the nations see the room the room was amazingly elegant to be owned. Germany sat on the couch, similar to what the trio is sitting on, completely opposite from the trio.

"I believe that the meeting is supposed to start in 3 hours and it seems that you're early once again. I hope that you will like it here in the break room while you wait and there is a garden right at after the doors over there if you'd like a morning stroll I'd be walking the dogs with Italia if you need me."

"Ah." All nations said in a chorus. Germany left calmly and just then the trio sighed in relief, mostly for England. America suddenly stood and wonders off to the bar table looking through the mouth savoring food. He scans the buffet and grabs the next thing he saw that looked like a hotdog. England and France noticed that his eyes were shimmering and his mouth was flooding with drool.

"Wait Ame-" France was about to warn America of what he is going to eat but it was too late, America has taken a bite of what France Identified as a wurst. America is now crying beads of tears while trying to get rid of the taste in his mouth.

"It's like England's hotdog…"

"WHAT!"

"Oh Hon hon hon~ It might Amerique. It just might~"

"GAH! Dammit!" England can only grumble at the two idiots before him. He crossed both his legs and arms looking at an indefinite shape in the break room. France notice of this and sat beside England while America stayed by the bar now trying out the food the little Italian set out.

"What are you grumbling about now Angleterre?"

"I'm not grumbling about nothing."

"Ok sure, you are pouting about something then qui?" France smirked as England flushed red. England hits France guts using his arm. "oouf."

"I never pout. Git." England pouts. France can only giggle and pinch both of England's cheek.

"You're so cute Angleterre~"

"ARE YOU DAFT! LET GO OF ME!"

"Qui~ You are cute~" England tries to pry off France's hands off of him but his gripped was to hard.

"TELL ME WHO THE FREAKING MURDERER IS!"

"What?"

France froze and England took advantage of it and got out of France's grip. England rubbed his now aching cheeks, his brows furrowed together.

"You Heard me. I said tell me who the freaking murderer is you, if you already know him."

"Not yet Angleterre."

"Why not!"

England was about to open his mouth once again to speak but then came Faint murmuring of voices. France knew that those voices were from the nations who are coming for the UN meeting.

"Is it because there are other nations that might hear? Just whisper it to me then."

France shook his head and stayed silent.

"You don't trust me?"

France shook his head once again.

"Then why? Or maybe it's Ameri-" France knew that England would keep guessing and cuts him off before he misinterpret anything. America looked at the two nations with a piece of pizza hanging from his mouth. France waves him off giving him a face of assurance. America shrugged and left the break room heading to the hallway.

"Its not Amerique."France cleared for England. England sighed in relief He lifted his eyes to start a new question. "And no I'm still not going to say who it is."

"Why the Hell not!"

"BECAUSE!"

"How the hell is that a reason! Maybe you're just fucking with our brains by making me hope that I can solve this bloody mystery."

"I'm not-"

"Oh Sure…" Sarcasm filled England's words. France grabbed England's wrists and glared at him straight in the eyes.

"I'm not lying. I know who the murderer is Angleterre is."

"…"

"You're STILL NOT LISTENING!"

"WHY THE HELL WOULD I!" In an instant France slapped him across the face. Tears threatened to falls from England's eyes.

"Can you calm down and listen to me now."

SLAP!

"Yes now I can." England replied with an equal pain added to France's face. "You didn't have to slap me…"

"I know but you won't listen to what I was saying."

"I'm Sorry." England whispered with his arms crossed looking away from France's eyes. France Sighed and hugged the nation and pulled away once in a minute.

"I'm sorry too. But I'm saying that I did not lie about knowing who the murderer is. It's just that…" France looked down to the flooring of the break room with his fingernails clicking while his unconsciously flicking it behind him. "I'm Afraid."

"Afraid of what France?"

"…"

France stopped flicking his fingernails and made it dig under his palm. England could feel the guilt and fear that was seeping from France's aura and couldn't help but feel a bit of fear.

"France…"

"I'm afraid that he might kill you."

England felt astonished. England heart was melting in inside of him. It wasn't only guilt and fear that was being emitted by France but also the feeling of worry. England can only smile at France but he did not hold it long and turned his face into a scowl.

"No one can kill me, Hell I'll kick his ass myself if that murderer was to kill me."

"He not as weak as you think he is." France scolded him.

"Humph! That's kind petty don't you think? As long as I've got all of you guys on my side I'd know he'd be just like a puny little dog that cries when you kick it." England's pride was once again ruling his mind. But this all he could think off to try and fish for France's confidence once again.

"You don't understand… The Murderer is-"

France was about to blurt out who the murderer is when suddenly the door slammed open and a clumsy Italian was on the floor face first. France froze and did not move an inch. England took action and pushed France away helping up the Italian on the floor.

"Are you Daft? You froze there and didn't even help Italy stand up." England glared at France but he remained frozen.

"Ve~ It's ok Inghilterra. I'll be ok, it happens everytime." North Italy clung on France's arm and squeezed them. "Ve~ France-nissan we're starting the meeting early."

"What? Already?" England asked in surprise.

"Yup!" Italy Chirped. "The other nations are here already so we wouldn't want them all to wait so we're going to start it now so I wanted to inform you guys. Ve~"

"Ok, do you guys have something to talk about? Cause I'm going ahead." England said impassively pointing towards the door with his thumb.

"We Sure Do!" Italy chirped annoyingly sweet while he squeezed France's arm much tighter. "Don't we France-nissan?"

France nodded at England shooeing him away with a smile. As England left the two countries in the break room he couldn't help but ponder as to why France's smile seemed strained. He quickly spotted America walking towards the Conference room. When he called for him he halted to a stop and wave as thou they just met.

"Finished fighting with your Boyfriend?" America asked with his arms behind his head.

"Yeah… HUH! WHAT NO! HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!" England blushed furiously and tried to scratch the hell out of America's face but America had already place his arm infront of England's face before England could ever bring harm to his face.

"Is too~"

"IS NOT!"

"Is Too~~"

"IS NOT! DAMN IT!"

"Excuse me, please don't be to loud the meeting is about to start." A new voice entered their conversation. Both nations turned to see Japan and Greece by the conference room's doorway. America didn't let go of England's face but brought it down with his hand to bow apologetically to Japan. Japan Blush and waved his hands in embarrassment.

"America-kun please do not do that!"

"Eh? Isn't that how your people apologize?" America tilted his head to the side in confusion as Japan blush even more. Final the last of in England's head popped causing him to bite America's hand off his head.

"OUCH MAN!"

"SERVES YOU RIGHT!" Both nations glared at each other. England hmmped and crossed his arms. "It only means that Japan doesn't forgive you."

"HUH! WHY!" America cried practically begging down on his knees to Japan.

"That's cause you're a git." England spat before Japan could reply to America's plea. America was quickly saddened by this and resulted to grow mushrooms on the far corner of the hallway's wall. Japan sighed and walked over to America and patted his head.

"Gomen, but there nothing to be sorry about that's why I asked you not to."

America turned his head revealing a set of glossy puppy eyes of happiness towards Japan. "Really?"

"Yes really."Japan sighed once again and pushed both nations into the conference room with Greece sloppily following from behind.

England has taken his sit in between America and France's sit. I didn't take long till the whole conference room was filled with different nations. As far as England can identify in the front row seats the names of the nations seated from the left were: Austria, Hungary, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, The Nordic nations, then France, himself, America, and Canada.

Second Row was Turkey, Greece, Belgium, an empty seat which he soon discovered was Spain's, The Italian brothers, Japan, Germany, Prussia, China, Hong Kong, Korea, Taiwan, Vietnam. Third Row was the Baltic nations, Belarus, Russia's Empty seat, Ukraine, and some other European and Asian Nations.

The Meeting begins and Russia and Spain was still out of plain sight. England began to feel too uneasy in the pits of his stomach. Something is telling him that something bad is about to happen. But he just couldn't put is finger on it. Shook off the feeling and continued over to the mike on the stage to start his presentation.


Ah Gomen for the long wait but here's chapter 3 I hope you like it ^^

Mack: Sorry, I was meaning to know how to speak italian one day. But i'll have to wait till 3rd year before we start the basics. I think what i wanted to place on the title was "Sins that had a Twin" But Google kept confusing me with all the wrong translations.

I'll update the next chapter soon enough. =)

Here's a teaser for the next chap


"France! Please! Don't go Dammit!" Hot tears were streaming down his cheeks as he kept shouting. "PLEASE! I Love you!"


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