A/N: I see you guys have loved the past two chapters. I'm happy about that, though I was dangerously close to writer's block for this, I survived. I felt kinda lazy and couldn't do a funeral because I think I'm terrible at those things. Sorry if you wanted one, but I'll give a little insight of it. Enjoy~!

Canada: Chibi doesn't own Hetalia..


Everything was black. Black cars, clothes, shoes and emotions.

Although, what would you expect from a funeral?

Sobs were heard throughout the graveyard as people stood in the rain, united in their grief. Kiku's coffin, a beautiful pure white one covered in assorted flowers, was propped up above a 6 foot hole. Every one of his loved ones stood around it, some shaking their heads in disbelief, some weeping, some just emotionless.

Wang and his family were all praying and weeping for their lost family member. Even Kaoru, who was known for having an emotionless face, was grimacing at the death.

Sadik had removed his mask for this occasion and gazed at the coffin in front of him with sad golden eyes, his shoulders shaking with held-in tears. Heracles was behind him, a hand on the other's shoulder, trying to comfort the Turkish man.

"It's okay to cry, you don't have to hold it in." Heracles said calmly. His eyes were red from crying the night before.

Sadik finally let a few tears out, gritting his teeth.

"Damn it all to hell…" he said quietly.

Alfred was a bit far off from the two men, speaking to a silent Feliciano. The two had become friends because of the Japanese man and now here they were comforting and weeping over their lost friend.

"How do you feel, Feli?"

"Like a part of me just died…" The Italian man replied.

"Yeah, I know how you feel dude…" Alfred answered.

They snuck a glance at the coffin that laid not too far from where they were.

"This feels so surreal…like a dream…" The American added remorsefully.

Feliciano noticed Ludwig walk over and place a flower on the coffin, his eyes were filled with pure misery. Gilbert was next to him, patting his back soothingly. His crimson eyes looked up to the sky.

"Even the heavens are crying…" He said softly.

Feliciano looked at the grass beneath his feet.

"…Perché qualcuno dovrebbe fare questo? [1]" He whispered.

Not too far from where everyone stood, two other men were looking at them. Their faces covered by the umbrella, but even that couldn't hide their sinister grins.

"It's going just as planned." Matthew said.

"Yes it is, those two are utterly miserable." Lovino responded.

"But it's not over yet. They're not completely broken yet, problem is I have no clue who to pick anymore." The Canadian said.

"You'll figure it out soon."

And with that, the two schemers walked out of the graveyard.


Gilbert had dropped Ludwig at home.

Then he was off to go visit Matthew. He was upset and he tended to crave food when he felt like that. Preferably some of Matthew's pancakes with maple syrup.

When he reached the Canadian's home finally, he nearly dashed out of the car. But decided against it and calmly walked to the front door.

"Yo Mattie! Answer the door, the awesome me wants to have some of your awesome pancakes with maple syrup!" He shouted, knocking on the door rapidly.

The door slowly opened to reveal Matthew. He put on the shy guy act once again to avoid suspicion.

"Oh hello Gil, come in." He moved a bit to allow the other male to enter.

'Of course, why would they suspect me? I'm just the invisible Canadian boy.' he thought.

"So were you at Kiku's funeral? I didn't see you, birdy." Gilbert said.

Matthew twitched a bit but covered it up with a smile.

"Well, I was in the back of the group. But I had stood next to you for a bit. Maybe you were too saddened by the funeral to notice me.."

"If you were, I'm sorry birdy." The German replied sadly.

Matthew shook his head and walked to the kitchen, Gilbert trailing not too far behind. He gestured to the living room couch, a small smile on his face.

"Go ahead and sit there. I'll call when the food's ready, okay?"

Gilbert nodded and sat down, looking around the house. Kumajiro had walked into the living room and pounced onto the couch, lading next to Gilbert.

"Hey Kumajiro, whatcha been up to?" The silver haired male questioned.

The bear looked at Gilbert uneasily. He wanted to tell him to leave or at least, what had truly happened to Kiku. But he was frightened of what his master would do to the male if he heard. So he settled on nodding at the male.

Gilbert gave the bear a curious look, but shrugged and pet its soft fur. His mind wandered off as did that. He thought about Kiku and how the man could've ended up in such a situation.

He remembered that Kiku, him, Feli, Ludwig, Toni and Francis were chatting when Lovino had an outburst and stormed off. Then Toni and Francis had went along with him to go get something to eat. Then he went home to see Ludwig already there. Soon Kiku's face was on the news the next day and finally, the man was found dead near a jogging trail.

It was all so strange. Even stranger, he had heard from Wang that Kiku had called, telling him that he went to Matthew's house to pick up something. But he never made it back home.

He spared a glance to the Canadian in the kitchen who was whistling while cooking the pancakes. He shook his head to that.

"There's no way that birdy could have killed anyone…" he whispered.

Kumajiro had heard none the less and sighed inwardly at the comment. He really did want to tell, but couldn't. So he decided to give Gilbert faint clues. He pawed at the German's leg, to which the man stared at him interested.

"Hm? What is it Kuma?" he questioned.

"What are you thinking about?" The bear asked.

"…Oh, I'm thinking about Kiku. I wonder what actually happened to him. One day, we're speaking to him, the next he's dead. And the only hint I have to go on is that he also went to Mattie's house."

The bear nearly face-palmed at that.

"But Mattie couldn't have killed him. He's too innocent and kind to do that…"

"Are you sure?" Kumajiro said.

"What do you mean?"

The bear shook its head and hopped off the couch, leaving a flustered German by himself. He looked back at Matthew and looked to the dark T.V. in front of him.

"Kiku went to Mattie's house for something and didn't get back home. He had no one to hate him and the road from his house to Mattie's house is a safe road. Come to think of it, Birdy has been acting a bit strange for a while…like more hateful…"

Matthew, who was finished with the pancakes and placing them on the plate, stopped and listened to what Gilbert was implying. He was a bit shocked that his friend was starting to piece everything together. His eyes dashed to the kitchen knife that glinted under the light and quietly grabbed it.

Gilbert sat with his head in his hands as he thought about the final solution.

Kiku never got attacked. He went to Mattie's house and never left it. He was never ambushed because if he had been, there would've been stab wounds or a stolen wallet. But Kiku had no wounds and his wallet was still in his pocket. There was no reason for Kiku to be harmed as no one had any malice. And most people who would attack would prefer a stabbing or shooting than killing him in a bloodless way as that would take too much time. So the only suspect left was…

"There's nothing else to think about…Matthew…he…he killed Kiku." Gilbert said in shock.

"You figured it out, I see." A voice said.

Gilbert turned to see Matthew standing in the doorway, not with pancakes, but with a large knife. And his violet eyes shined with deception and malice.

"And now I have to end you too."

And with that final sentence, Matthew lunged at the stunned Gilbert, ready to take another life.


[1] Italian: Why would anyone do this?

A/N: Mattie! Why you gonna kill Gilbert?

Canada: Because of you…

You are JUST as much to blame as the author, my dear *smirks*

Romano: I feel bad for the trouble you're going to be put through, Matt. Anyways, all of you guys should review so I can get some damn tomatoes!..

See you all in the next chapter~! *waves*