A/N: Next chapter~ lol, Canada is starting to be more of a main character in this than Germany... Uh...

And why did fanfic put the human names on here? D: The human names make me want to cut myself... I don't know why, I just really, really hate them... Bleh... And I hate the name Alfred. I do. I like Alf, but he's a cute, little alien anteater. And America isn't a cute, little alien anteater. (In case you were unsure about that. XD)

Superquick update! Finals are fun when you get to exempt them. Especially when you can hang out in the library and type on your fan fictions for three hours. :D

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"You want me to do what?" asked Canada, gripping his telephone.

"Look, I know it's a lot to ask," Germany sighed, "but our hands are kind of tied over here. You don't have to solve it or anything, you just have to investigate. Besides, it's for your brother, right?"

"Well... I guess..." Canada sighed. "I'll do it."

"Great, thanks! You're a lifesaver," Germany replied, hanging up the phone.

Canada listened to the dial tone for a while before hanging up.

"Well, Kumakuro," he said, getting his pet's name wrong yet again, "I guess I'm going back to America's house..."

Kumajiro paused. "...Who are you?"

"Canada..."

"His door's locked," Canada muttered, trying to turn the doorknob once more but unable to do so. He shuffled over to the front window and peered through, trying to see if Mexico was inside.

"Mexico? Mexico?" But if Mexico was there, she didn't hear Canada calling for her.

"Oh," Canada moaned, slumping back against the door, "how am I supposed to investigate if I can't even get inside?" He looked through the window again, squinting to try and make something out of the shadows, but he still saw no one. "Since the door was locked, I was hoping Mexico could get me inside, but..."

He blinked, standing up. "...But Mexico said she got in through the back windows, didn't she?" Canada looked around the driveway and, upon concluding no one was around yet, dashed over to the back of America's house.

"Here, this one has latches on it," Canada noted, stooping over to click the latches up. "I hope this works..." He grunted, heaving the window up and jumping inside, the window frame snapping shut behind him.

To Canada's relief, the alarm didn't go off.

"All right," he said to himself, "let's go check out that closet."

The small closet light flickered on as Canada shuffled through his brother's clothing.

"It looks like," he muttered, "all of them are undersized." He picked out the outfit the Axis had bought and held it against another, concluding they were pretty much the same size. He hung them back up, but not before the tags caught his eye. "But this one is his normal size... Or, at least, was..." He double-checked the tags, and all of them read the same size—all of them but the original prank outfit.

"That's weird," muttered Canada, tucking the tags back underneath the hangers.

He shuffled through a while longer and found that the only belt in the closet was the one from the prank.

"So, whoever did this didn't buy anything new, I guess," he concluded.

After a few more minutes of digging through the things in America's closet and finding nothing else interesting, Canada shut the closet doors and looked around the rest of the room.

The scale caught his eye, and he walked over. "It was supposed to be 20 pounds more, right?" Canada stepped onto the scale and slid the bars on top until it settled. "That's about right," he said, stepping off. "So, whoever's doing this didn't mess with the scale..."

He took a few more minutes to snoop around the room, but didn't find anything that could have pointed to a suspect.

"Well... Maybe there's something in the kitchen?"

Canada turned the bedroom lights out and tiptoed over to the kitchen.

"Of course, I have no idea what he normally has in here, either..." He looked around the overstuffed fridge and overstuffed pantry nevertheless, but couldn't find anything suspicious.

"Is there anywhere else I could look? America has a really big house, so I'd probably get caught if I tried to look everywhere..." Canada sighed in resignation, trotting back over to the window.

"So you did find a couple of things, then?" Germany confirmed.

"Yes... I'm not sure if it'll help, but..."

"Any information is good," Germany replied. "Come over to my house and we'll all discuss it."

"Okay."

"So," Japan started, "what all did you find?"

"Well," Canada replied, "all of his clothes would've been too tight for him, but only the pair you got were actually a smaller size..."

"What do you mean?" Japan asked, confused.

"Oh, I looked at the tags," Canada clarified, "and all of them said they were the right size. Except the outfit you got him."

"So his clothes just shrunk?" Italy pondered.

"Or someone shrunk them," Germany corrected. "All right, what else?"

"There was only one belt, the one we used for the prank," Canada replied. "But... I didn't see anything else; the scale hadn't been messed with, either."

Germany and Japan paused to consider this while Canada and Italy sat by idly.

"And you're sure," Japan said, "there was nothing else that could clue us in on our culprit?"

"I didn't see anything else," replied Canada with a sigh. "Sorry."

"No, that's fine," Germany said, looking deep in thought. "I was hoping to get a solid starting point, but... It looks like you'll just have to interrogate everyone."

"Interrogate?" Canada echoed.

"Yes. I figured we'd have to ask some questions, but it looks like that's all we'll be able to go by now." Germany sighed. "What's today, Sunday?" Canada nodded. "Well, we'll have to figure this out before Friday, for sure," muttered Germany. "All right! Do you think you can do this, Canada?"

"I'm... not really su—"

"Well, you'll have to do your best," Germany interrupted. "Who knows what'll happen if this goes on much longer?" he muttered to himself.

"Well, I'll try," mumbled Canada.

"Let me get this straight," Germany growled, glowering at today's date, Friday, on his calendar. He willed Canada to somehow feel his glare over the phone. "You didn't manage to interrogate a single person?"

"I-I'm sorry!" Canada replied. "Even when I did manage to get someone's attention, they would suddenly forget I was there..."

"Dang it!" Germany slammed his phone on its holder, hanging up. He muttered under his breath, walking toward his door to head out for the meeting.

"This is going to be bad..."

A/N: And it seems that despite their effort, the prank has yet to be stopped... So what state will America be in now? Stay tuned~