Germany pulled up to his driveway and noticed something unusual lying on his porch. He went to inspect and was stunned to find that it was Canada, but he didn't look well. He look like he passed out of exhaustion and was breathing heavily in his sleep. He had cuts on his arms and legs though they weren't that deep.
Germany carried the limp nation into his home and gently placed him on his couch. Germany, not knowing what to do, simply sat across from the unconscious nation.
Germany stared at Canada, wondering what had brought him to his house. Germany had just come from the world meeting after scheduling another one to be held next week.
Suddenly, Canada's eyes flashed open. He looked at Germany uncertainly, "A-Are you a 2p?" His breaths were shaky as if he were afraid of something, Germany didn't understand.
"Are you ok?" Germany asked, ignoring Canada's earlier question. He reached a hand out to put a hand on Canada's leg but he jerked out of Germany's reach.
"Are you a 2p?" He asked again more firmly.
Germany didn't know how to answer, "What are you talking about?"
Canada stared at Germany, trying to decide if he was acting oblivious or not. Germany continued to look at him in confusion, so he decided to trust him, for now.
Germany could see Canada physically relax so he decided to ask again, "Are you ok?"
Canada sighed and nodded, "Be careful who you trust, some people aren't who you think they are." After he said that, Canada laid down to get some more sleep. (He'd been running for a whole week.)
Germany simple sat there, unsure of what to think of Canada's statement, and before he could question the nation further, he was fast asleep. Germany sighed and went into his kitchen to make them lunch.
When Germany came back an hour later, plates in hand, Canada was awake again, inspecting his wounds. He flinched when Germany walked in but relaxed once more.
"I made some lunch, would you like some." Germany asked.
Canada hesitated, still wondering what side Germany was on, then nodded, accepting the food. On his plate was five sausage links along with brown rice and gravy on to. Canada flinched again when Germany handed him a spoon and fork(forks are sharp) and hesitantly took them.
They ate in silence and when they finished, Germany took their plates to the kitchen. When he returned, Canada was staring down, deep in thought.
"Is there anything out of the ordinary happening right now?" Canada asked cautiously.
"What do you mean?" Germany asked.
Canada, unlike normal, got impatient, "I mean, is anything weird happening to the nations?"
Germany was confused, remembering perfectly seeing Canada at the meetings, "Do you mean the whole situation with the killer?"
Canada's face dropped, "K-Killer?"
"You were at the meetings," Germany said confused, "Don't you remember?"
Canada took a shaky breath, "I'll explain in a moment, but first, tell me everything that was covered in the meetings you are referring to."
Germany stared at him a moment before explaining the current situation. Canada winced at the detailed descriptions that Germany gave but otherwise, didn't react.
When Germany finished, Canada frowned, "This is really, really bad."
"Alright, your turn, what's going on?" Germany asked.
"Ok, the Canada that you saw at the meetings wasn't me," He hesitated, "It was my 2p, the same goes for England, America, France, and possibly many others."
Canada went on to explain what a 2p was and what the killer did with all of his victims(continuing to refer to Italy as The Killer). "And unfortunately, the killer isn't working alone. And you were right in thinking that he's a nation, in fact all of his henchmen, if you will, are nations of some sort. They're all 2ps."
Canada looked down, afraid of telling Germany the next part, "As for the one in charge," He paused. "It's Italy."
"What?" Germany looked at Canada in disbelief, but quickly convinced himself that Canada was lying, "No he's not, he's much too sweet to kill."
"But that's just it, it's all an act," Canada got a little bit mad, "Look, you haven't seen what I've seen, Italy is one scary dude, but he's also very smart. You may think that this all started when Romano died, but in fact before that, Italy had captured England and America. He scared America so much that he started shaking!" Canada was yelling by now but still in his meke whisper-like voice.
Canada took a deep breath, "You need to do something."
Germany was stunned, finding it difficult to see his Italy doing those things, especially making America scared.
"B-But,"
Canada stopped him, "You said the next meeting is next week right?" Germany nodded, "Ask him, see how he reacts."
America grabbed his stomach, the pain in his back had long since disappeared, but since they had tried to escape, a week ago, Italy had refused to feed them. In fact, Italy would send Luciano to give America his drug rather than go himself.
He was, as Luciano said, "Worried he would kill you the moment he saw you."
America grabbed his belly harder as he heard it grumble. He along with the other two nations groaned, their growling stomachs was a constant reminder of their hunger.
Though America desperately wished he had food, he was glad that Canada had made it out, mostly unscathed. But he was also worried for his brother, since he knew about the Italys, he was likely their number one target.
Over the course of the next week, Italy made slow progress, knowing that his next big move would be at the meeting. Over that week he replaced the Nordics and the baltics with their 2ps. The original Nordics were held in their own basement, while the Baltics got their own room in Italy's.
While each Nordic took one day, all of the Baltics came willingly together. (Italy offered to get them away from Russia)
Italy woke up early on the day of the meeting, which was to be held in Italy. He went to the meeting place early and put a disk into the dvd player. He then went back so he wouldn't draw suspicion to himself too early. This morning will be fun.
Later in the morning, Italy drove himself, Luciano, Leo, and Andres, to the meeting place. Luciano, Leo, and Andres went to wait in the alley between the meeting place and the fancy restaurant next to it. Italy then went into the building to find that he was one of the last nations to arrive.
He didn't mind considering that he was normally this late, though he would have prefered being able to keep an eye on his disk. Italy quietly chuckled to himself as the nations sighed in relief when everyone arrived at the meeting. Meaning no one was killed.
Germany stood up, "Alright-"
Italy pushed the button on the small remote in his pocket. The tv flashed on, making all of the nations turn to face it. It was a simple male silhouette, with a blood red background. The voice was disguised but still held an evil tone. (Italy's accent was disguised as well)
"Hello, nations of the world. First of all, let me say you're welcome," Some of the nations sneered, "I didn't kill anyone this week. I guess you haven't figured out who I am yet huh?" The nations could hear a laugh come out of the tv, "Well, no worries, by the end of this meeting, you will know."
More laughter, "But for now, humor me, I'll give you some clues. Oh! And by the way, if you turn this recording off, I will kill ten nations tonight, and don't think I can't." There were a couple murmurs from the nations who continued to listen to the killer.
"For all of you who guessed that I was a nation, you were right. I am sitting among all of you now." The nations looked around warily, hoping the killer wasn't sitting next to them. "Know who I am yet? Guess not." Italy hide his mouth behind his hand as he smiled evilly.
"Here's another hint, though it won't help you with my identity, in fact it may just confuse you further. All of the nations are in the meeting room right? Well think again, some of the nations around you are copies, while the originals are being held in a secret location where they can't contact you."
Italy looked around the room, some nations were confused, some were surprised, and others were disgusted. His army of 2ps however were, much like Italy, trying to conceal their laughter.
"I am the person you would least expect to be the killer. I'm just too happy all the time to kill someone." He laughed yet again, "At least, that's what you think."
"Have you figured me out yet?" He paused, "I thought not. You all know me well, or at least you think you do, in reality, you know nothing about me." The killer paused, "Here's my final clue." The video ended and Italy stood up, an evil grin on his face.
"My dear fratello died at my hand." All of the 1ps left, stared at Italy in disbelief. He snapped his fingers and all the 2ps in the room went up to join him. The door to the meeting room opened, revealing behind it, Luciano, Leo, Andres, and Kuro.
There were 20 nations in Italy's mini army. The other nations were still sitting and staring at Italy, not believing what they were seeing.
Italy took a white flag out of his military uniform and threw it onto the table, "Do you want to surrender now or later?"
The nations stared at the flag, as if it were a ticking time bomb.
Canada had begged him to bring his whip but he couldn't bring himself to reach for it. His sweet little Italian was a cold blooded murderer, it was too much for him to bear.
He looked around the room at all of the surprised faces, mentally begging them to make the first move.
Italy smirked, "Time's up," He, along with Luciano and Leo, threw knives in all directions. The final battle had begun.
Cliffhangers, gotta luv em'. Leave reviews and I'll do the best I can to write this fight scene, it may not be good though, there are way too many people to cover. Oh, and Canada might burst into the room during the fight and he may or may not get killed. XD Luv u guys!
