Chapter Nine

Everyone waited in the conference room. They were all conversing among themselves.

"What is going on?"

"I'm missing my nap for this?"

"Not important? I'll kill the caller of the meeting."

Germany walked into the room. "All right," He said solemnly. "Let us begin this meeting." Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"But Britain and Japan aren't here," France protested. Germany nodded. "I know. They are not here for a reason." China looked up. "What you mean? I don't like the sound of this."

Germany took a deep breath. "Last night, Japan and Britain attempted to assassinate me." Everyone gasped. "Are you sure? That doesn't sound like them," China remarked. Germany held his hand up. "Believe me." He lifted his leg up onto the chair, displaying his leg wound. There was a shock that rippled across the room.

"No...that is a Samurai wound. I don't understand. Japan..." China's voice trailed off. France glanced at the brown haired country. "How can you tell?"

China looked at him grimly. "I watched him make that sword." He ran his hands through his hair, flustered.

"But I don't understand. This is not the Japan I know. Japan doesn't kill people." He looked up at Germany. "I'm sorry. I refuse to believe you."

"I believe him," An innocent voiced called. Everyone turned to look at Russia. He was smiling michieviously.

Germany gritted his teeth. "If you know something, Russia, you have spit it out."

"Yes. I know a lot. But it wouldn't be very fair to our friend, Britain." Germany tapped his fingers on the table paciently. "You better think about your decisions, Russia. Because if you don't talk, I'll have to assume you had something to do with this murder...an accomplise, maybe?"

Russia lifted an eyebrow. "Are you jumping to conclusions already?" Germany noticed that France was shifting uncomfortably beside Russia. He instantly turned to him.

"What is your problem? Why are looking like the killer is in the room now?" France looked up at him but swiftly looked away. "Because he is." Everyone else started murmuring uncertainly. "Germany narrowed his eyes. "Vhat do you mean by that?!"

France pointed at Russia. "He is evil! He's been plotting to kill us all! He told me himself!" Germany grabbed France by his shirt. "Vhy didn't you tell us this before, you fool!?"

France started to break down crying. "I was scared! Plus I didn't think he would really do it. But he has already started the killing. Now we're next!" He suddenly busted into a series of babbles and whines. That pissed Germany off even more and back handed the Frenchman, making him fly out his chair and onto the floor where continued to sob. "I'm too gorgeous to die!"

Russia looked at the emotional country with distress. "No...I didn't kill him..." He paused thoughtfully. "But I do know a thing or two." He glanced at Germany. "You wouldn't want to put an innocent man behind bars, would you?"

Germany smacked his fist down. "Vas it you or that tasteless bastard? Don't make me beat it out of you!" Russia shifted his scarf. "Germany, we all know you're in no shape to fight. And even if you were, would you really stand a chance against me?" He smiled cheerfully. "Don't you be the one picking fights with the wrong people." Germany leaned forward. "Iz zat a threat?"

China slammed his fist into the wall. "SILENCE! I want to know how you escape that sword." Germany shrugged. "What else vould I have done? I killed him in battle. It vas either one or neither."

China launched himself at Germany. "YOU DIDN'T! You just couldn't. You wouldn't." The German blocked his blows. "China, calm down," He said gently. "You are grieving." China collapsed, sobbing. "No..."

"It was for the best. I vouldn't have done it if I had the option." China's grief turned into pure rage. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! You have no heart. You have no idea what it like to lose someone you care about."

"You have no idea about vhat happened to me! You don't know how that was for me! Did you think I wanted to kill him?" Germany felt tears forming in his eyes. Ever since he, Italy, and Japan had formed their alliance, Germany had started feeling those things he kept hidden and numb: emotions. He could feel the guilt gripping his heart. He knew he had to stay strong for this group. And he surely didn't want to break down in front of them either.

He struggled to keep the tears from falling. He couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me," He mumbled and walked out the room.