A/N: I wonder how soon you all can put together the pieces~
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"Well, I waited until 11:00... He should be up by now," Japan mumbled, poised near England's front door.
"Agreed," Germany replied quickly. He had had plans for the rest of yesterday, so going all the way over to England's house then was out of the question.
"Here we go, then," started Japan, rapping on the door a few times.
The two Axis powers—Italy hadn't tagged along due to his promise as well as his crippling fear of England—waited a while, but there was no response.
"Is he not home?" Japan asked rhetorically. He looked over at a window, but it was blinded to the point he couldn't tell whether or not the lights were on inside. He poised his hand to knock on the door again, but a faint click interrupted him.
The door opened slowly, revealing a gloomy-looking England, who looked at the visitors, mumbled something along the lines of, "Good morning, come in," and slunk back inside.
Japan walked through the open doorway slowly, while Germany followed carefully.
"So, what can I do for you, Japan?" mumbled England, settling into a chair as Germany shut the front door. "Can I get you some tea or anything?"
"Oh, no, that won't be necessary," Japan replied quickly. He looked around for a place to seat himself, but since every single light in the building seemed to have been turned off, he couldn't see anything. "I," he started, deciding to just stand, "was looking into a... certain incident, and I was wondering if you could help me in my investigation."
"All right," England agreed slowly.
"The other morning," began Japan, "at the Meeting of the World, you saw what happened to America's chair, correct?"
"Yes..."
"Germany and I checked later and found it had been meddled with. It would collapse the second anyone sat down on it."
" 's that true?" mumbled England, sounding vaguely uninterested.
"Yes," Japan replied. "I—"
"Did you do it?" Germany interrupted impatiently.
England gave a start and squinted, trying to make out the new speaker through the dark. "Germany?" he asked. "When did you get in here?"
"I followed Japan in..." Germany replied, confused England hadn't noticed him. "...But that's beside the point. Did you or did you not tamper with the chair?" he demanded.
"Weird; I didn't see you," England muttered. He paused, apparently unable to remember he was being interrogated.
"You heard me! Quit avoiding the question!" Germany barked.
"What...?" England sighed. "I'm sorry; I'm really not feeling well this morning... So, what was the question...?"
"Did you or did you not tamper with America's chair?" Germany repeated seriously.
"I didn't," England mumbled back. He shakily stood from his chair. "Excuse me for a moment, would you?"
All Germany and Japan heard next were uneven footsteps, a door closing, and the rather unpleasant sound of someone losing his morning scones.
"Convenient he runs off before he backs up his argument," muttered Germany.
"It may be a little suspicious," Japan whispered, "but I don't really think he would abase himself like... that if he didn't need to..."
"Sure."
The door clicked back open, and England shuffled back into his living room.
"Sorry 'bout tha—"
"Enough of this beating around the bush!" Germany interrupted acrimoniously. "We're wasting precious time waiting for you! Now, explain your alibi, as well as anything suspicious you may have seen yesterday morning! You have four minutes! Go!" he barked.
"I..." England started with a sigh. "I can't quite remember it well at the moment. I-If you just allow me a minute to gather my thoughts..."
"The clock is ticking," Germany threatened.
"All right, all right," grumbled England. "I... got there early... Though... I'm not sure how early."
"Was anyone there before you?" Japan questioned.
"Yes... Russia, and the Baltics."
"Really?" Germany responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes..." England exhaled before continuing. "Russia was... having the Baltics... do something," he mumbled, apparently unable to remember exactly what had happened. "And then Switzerland and his sister arrived..."
"I see," Japan muttered, narrowing his eyes. "And you're quite sure it was Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania that were there before you?"
"Of course," England confirmed slowly. "Don't know of any others that tremble so much when Russia just bloody looks at them."
"We've got you now!" exclaimed Germany. "It must have been you; your alibi doesn't check out!"
"What...?"
"I entered the meeting room after you," Japan clarified, "and Latvia, Estonia, and Lithuania had yet to arrive!"
"So," Germany started with a grin, "you're definitely covering something up! You were the one to rig the chair!"
"I didn't rig the bloody chai—!"
"Admit it!" snapped Germany.
"I'm not admitting something I didn't do!" England spat back. He suddenly had to stifle a moan as his headache pounded fiercely again.
"Don't make me force you to admit it," Germany threatened.
"Force me...? How do you think you can force me?" England muttered back.
"Like this!" Germany replied, slamming his hand onto the light switch. He himself had to squint as the foyer lit up with a fierce, yellow blaze.
England—whose hangover was not helped by the sudden brightness—shouted, immediately trying to bury his face in one of his couches' throw pillows. "Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off!" he screamed.
"Not until you confess!" roared Germany, ripping the pillow from England's hands.
"There's nothing to confess!" England yelled. "Now turn the lights off, you son-of-a—"
"No!" Germany swiped the couch's other throw pillow before England got to it. "What were you drinking about, anyway? Something America did?"
"That's completely irreleva—"
"Something," continued Germany, "you'd want to get back at him for?"
"I swear I didn't rig his bloody chair!" England screamed. "Now just turn the lights off!"
"I—" Germany stopped as the room suddenly went dark again. "Hey!"
"This has gone on long enough," Japan sighed, taking his hand off the light switch. "I'm quite sure England didn't do it."
Though he did have the impulse to thank Japan, England was too occupied with his completely crushing headache to do so.
"Then why isn't his story analogous to yours?" pointed out Germany.
"I don't know," Japan sighed. "But, overlooking that, I'm very sure he's telling the truth."
"I did do a pretty good job interrogating," Germany conceded, still sounding unsure.
"Just leave," England moaned. "I don't care whether you want to accuse me of this, just leave."
"Come on," Japan sighed, opening the door a bit once he managed to locate it. "I apologize for this, England. I assure you we were only trying to figure out who's been doing this to America."
England mumbled something in reply, but it was too incoherent to understand.
A/N: So, England's not the culprit, either? Then who in the world could it be? ! Stay tuned~