Hey again.
I own nothing.
A few days later, Prussia and Germany were walking up to the meeting room.
"You sure this will be okay?" Prussia asked.
"Everything's okay. Everyone has heard the story, and no one can blame you for letting the secret slip," Germany responded.
Prussia nodded.
"Good. I just feel guilty about everything," he admitted, checking his pockets. He froze.
"Vhat?" Germany asked.
"…crud. Crud! CRUD!" Prussia shouted, eyes wide with shock.
"Vhat? Prussia, vhat did you do?" Germany demanded to know.
"…remember the little booklets we made to remind ourselves not to go near any creepy, abandoned mansions?" Prussia asked.
Germany facepalmed.
"You lost yours?" he shouted.
"Probably when I was running from America. At least it'll be lost among time now, right?" Prussia questioned.
Germany sighed.
"In a few days, we'll go back to Ikebukuro to make sure you didn't drop it there. Let's pray no one finds it before then," he decided.
Prussia nodded.
"Because that would lead to a disaster," he muttered.
*~*~*~*~*
Over in Ikebukuro, Izaya found a booklet on the ground.
"HetaOni…" he read, curiously.
And that concludes this fic. The next in the series, chronologically, is DuraOni.
I hope to see you there.