That took time, but the world conference finally starts.

This chapter may seem shorter than usual, since I'm centering it on the meeting and not really the other sub-plots.

Chapter 6

"I-is that...?"

Alfred nodded sadly. Matthew put a hand on his shoulder.

"It'll be okay, Alfred." His brother just shook his head in response.

"What do we do now?"

Silence.

"Hang on, give me the phone."

Alfred handed the phone to Eduard, who pressed random buttons, mumbling to himself.

"Password...uh..."

Everyone looked on in wonder; Eduard was probably up to something there.

When he was done playing with the keyboard, he read out loud:

"Most recent texts: yesterday, 3:05 P.M."

He opened that file, wondering what it could be.

"Wait- what is this-" His excitement turned to shock when he read the message:

Hey, Alfred, it's me. I'm on my way home now, but when I get back, my brothers might freak if they find out about my arm...should I tell them, or just let it heal and forget about it?

Gosh, I feel so awkward talking abou

The sentence had abruptly stopped there. It seemed that Toris had never finished writing the text, and thus was unable to send it.

Everyone exchanged dark looks, and there was quiet murmuring in the room.

"What does he mean, if we found out about his arm..."

Eduard looked suspiciously at Alfred and Arthur. "Arthur, what is this? What happened to his arm?" He spoke as firmly as he could.

The two blondes exchanged nervous glances. "Uh, well..."

"We sorta had this, um..."

"Uh huh?" He sounded even more serious now, and he was starting to resemble an irritated Sweden.

"Okay! I'll talk! *speaking very quickly* So Toris was going to the park with us and..."

"Mhmmmm?"

"We were just blocks away, when suddenly..."

"Al, you don't have to talk that fast."

"...and then we all panicked and stuff, went to central park, and started to go home after that! Now Matthew, what were you saying?"

"Never mind."

At hearing those words, Estonia had a look of sheer astonishment on his face.

"Wha- but- why didn't you tell us or anything? We were worried to death about him, too!"

"Sorry, but you heard what Toris said; you'd probably freak out after that."

"NO I WOULDN'T...okay, maybe I will, but we're his brothers, we have a right to know! Personally, I would've just told him to be more careful next time! I swear when I find him, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind..."

The entire world watched as Eduard expressed his indignation. After what seemed like hours, he stopped, and put his head down on the table.

"Toris...why..." For the first time in weeks, Eduard's eyes filled with tears.

"It wasn't your fault." Came Alfred's comforting voice.

"I'm really sorry for doing that, Al, the stress of this was too much..."

"Calm down, dude, we'll figure something out- wait, didn't we already do that?"

England's eyes lit up. "Maybe he's right! Francis, Feliciano, remember when we were walking to Central Park?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Remember when that glass flew out of nowhere, and we all thought it was just gangsters?"

"Mhmmm. So, what were you thinking, British dude?"

"Maybe we weren't attacked by gangsters after all. I didn't see anyone across the street at the time of the accident, and if that's true, then that would mean someone was trying to hit us from a secret hiding spot."

"Which means, like, perhaps Liet was the only one who saw the attacker's face."

"That's not all. That glass looked like it was from a broken window, and since no windows in that area were broken, the attacker must have broken it off in preparation for an ambush."

"And Liet was like, really paranoid, so this must have been what it was all about."

"These are all good conclusions! Now, anyone have an idea of who this guy is?"

"...eh, I got nothing."

Silence.

Once again, they were back to square one.

But the meeting wasn't a waste of time, either. At least they figured some things out. Now if only they knew one more thing.

The clue that would be the missing piece of the puzzle.

And that's it. Meeting closed.

But this isn't the last one they'll have, they will have a few more, just not with everyone in the world.

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Yours Truly,

Blue Cotinga Girl