Chapter four has arrived!
And just for you guys, I really appreciate it when you review, it makes me go all gooey inside. However, I'm really bad at replying to rewiews (read: can't be bothered to/too busy melting with happiness to) so I generally don't reply. I do read them and squee at them, though.
"CANADA! YOU CAME BACK!" America yelled, launching himself at the aforementioned brother.
"Only to collect who you deem guilty", Canada said, stepping to the side, which resulted in the personification of the United States of America making a rather unimpressive faceplant.
"All right! This meeting is now in order!" Germany yelled: "Has anyone got any suggestions?"
Switzerland stood up. "I propose we execute Iceland. He is relatively obscure, so Prussia could pick him without fear of him being too obvious. However, the other Nordics – who Prussia hangs around with a fair bit – know that Iceland has quite a fiery temper, and from what I've heard, he can use a gun rather well. Iceland, have you got anything to say?"
"I always find your bizarre manglings of logic highly entertaining."
"America, you now officially owe me five pounds", England commented from the side.
"That was completely beside the point! You-"
"Any other potential culprits?" Germany interrupted the brewing argument.
England whipped out the list from the Allies' earlier meeting. "Belarus, Switzerland, the Netherlands, Hungary and Turkey."
Finland stood up and announced: "The Extended Axis Powers add only Russia to the list." He then sat back down.
"All right. Now, any counterarguments?"
"Belarus can testify that I was in my room whimpering at her attempts to break down my door", Russia hurriedly said.
"For all we know, you could be, like, the terrorist duo! We, like, y'know, need at least two testimonials to rule ya out", Poland spoke.
"Have you forgotten what Belarus is like towards me? She'd probably be too busy trying to marry or molest me to get anything done."
"No, but you could have, like, just told her that if she performs perfectly, she, like, gets to marry you at the end!"
"Moving on! Counterarguments for Switzerland!"
"I did not kill … whoever was killed. If, by some miracle, you were to demonstrably prove that I killed him, I would give every single one of you an all-expenses paid trip to wherever you wanted to."
"All right, I think that clears it up … The Netherlands?"
"You called?"
"You are accused of muder."
"What? Nope, didn't do it", he said, "Oh and you – no, you, the young chick next to Switzerland – I want you in my room after this-"
At that point Switzerland demonstrated his awesome ninja viking skills by grabbing the chair he was sitting on, and leaping over to where the Netherlands was in a high arc whilst yelling "Kyaiii-!". The next fifteen minutes were spent prying off a murderous Switzerland from a rather shocked Netherlands. Apparently, he hadn't paid any attention to Switzerland. Ever. On a positive side note, Hungary got several epic photographs of Switzerland's leap of sheer awesome.
"Maple! People, the time is up! I'll remove the only person that didn't get any counterarguments. Iceland, come!"
Even Switzerland looked shocked.
…
That evening, at 22:00 sharp, on the roof, the terrorists met again.
"They're already on my trail", Switzerland said, then continued haltingly, "I suggest the next target to be … Liechtenstein."
"Hm. Good idea. I propose we stage Belarus. Though … Do you think you're a good enough actor to pull it off successfully?"
"What? The aftermath? I- I can try."
"Then let's get to work."
The duo then trod off, followed by a translucent Canada.
At Liechtenstein's window, Canada finally managed to catch their attention, and told them he was here to pick up the "corpse".
…
Liechtenstein had been reading in her chair when she felt someone lay his hands softly on her shoulders.
"Bruder?" No reply. "Ich verstehe."
The hands on her shoulders started shaking. She closed her book and put it on the desk.
Finland appeared in the corner of her eye, most likely holding a comforting hand on her brother's shoulder. In his other hand, however, was a knife.
Her brother stopped trembling. In one of his very own thick dialects of German he said to her: "T- think of it this way: Y-you g-get to be with I-Iceland." He then started trembling again and sobbing audibly.
Then there was a blade being plunged into her throat, and the world went black.
…
"WHERE IS LIECHTENSTEIN?" Switzerland demanded as he burst into the hall. He was answered only by dreading gazes until the megaphone spoke: "This is the awesomeness that is Prussia speaking. We regretfully announce that the terrorists cut Liechtenstein's throat last night. The blade has not yet been found."
The whole room stood still for a moment. Then Switzerland slowly turned towards Belarus, hate and hurt and sorrow burning in his eyes.
Again he leapt as if he were a ninja viking, again he screamed. Now he didn't have a chair, now there were tears in his eyes, tears that, unknown to the others, were tears of guilt, not sorrow. Shame, not hate.
After some minutes of trying, Belgium managed to pry him off Belarus. He collapsed against her, head in the crook of his neck, and cried.
Because apparently the minor characters have never met each other. And Switzerland is actually a long-lost son of Denmark or somethin'. And I really enjoy sending my characters on angst-trips. Especially Swissypoo. D'aww, please pet him or something.
Don't worry, no angst for phase 2!