So, exams are done, and I'm free~! I promise I'll try to write another chapter for next week, but me being me, I don't know how well that'll work.
But yes, this chapter is rather short, but kind of important.

I don't own Hetalia.

I stared at the ceiling for a while. Just stared. Prussia was still asleep, and if I dared to attempt waking him, I was going to be murdered by that Satanic bird he calls a pet. I struggled out of bed, and sadly, once again, forgot my glasses. I tripped, and ran into the bed. I cursed quietly, and could feel the beady black eyes of Gilbird glaring daggers. I reached for my glasses, and gingerly slid them onto my face. The room suddenly became much clearer, and I was able to make it to the washroom without running into anything. I stood in front of the mirror, and looked at my reflection. My hair was messier than usual, and, much to my relief, the bruising was finally decreasing. I smiled, and grabbed my comb.

Prussia still hadn't woken up when I left the washroom, but at least he was sleeping better than I have been. Too many nightmares, and I kept trying to roll onto my bad shoulder. I grabbed a change of clothes, and struggled to change quickly. This is when I realized something. The person who attacked me did so in a way that would ensure to make life difficult, but the injuries are not severe enough to kill me. He stabbed my right shoulder, not the left, and broke my nose. Those injuries wouldn't kill a nation... so why bother? Aside from making everything more difficult than it has to be. That was always a bonus for a crazed nation.

I could hear my cell phone go off. Who would text me now? Normally I'm still asleep. I grabbed my phone, sat at the foot of my bed, and flipped it open.

6 unread messages from Francis Bonnefoy
1 unread message from Alfred Jones

1 unread message from Arthur Kirkland

Oh shit. I read them, the six from Francis: talking about going for coffee, asking why I haven't responded, if I'm alright, if Prussia and I- wait... I'm not going to say what that one's about. Just remember, it's from France. The one from America must have taken forever for him to write, since it was like a novel. The sad thing was it was asking if I agreed about England being able to leave the hospital soon. I responded quickly with an extremely short answer ('doubt it'), and opened the message from England. It seemed to be the only one sent while thinking logically. It was asking if I'd heard from France. I replied, telling him about what France had sent me, or rather, the relevant texts France had sent me. I smiled as I sent it, knowing that this was going to be over soon.

Gilbird flew over to me, and landed on my shoulder. It looked at me for a moment, before fluttering onto the top of my head. I wasn't impressed. I plucked Gilbird off the top of my head, and put him on the pillow next to Prussia. It's not that I don't like Gilbird, it's just that it seems to hate me. It only comes to me when Prussia's asleep and it's bored.

I opened my notebook, and just saw my notes. Now I have to figure out who's who and motives. Damn, this'll take a while.

"Canada...? Why the hell are you up?" Prussia groaned, probably annoyed by the fact that I was wide awake at seven in the morning.

"Couldn't sleep."

"And why is that?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you think?"

I ignored his next response. I was staring at my phone in horror.

Do not respond to this message.
If you do not give up in this foolish attempt to stop me,
I will kill you.
I will not fail like I failed with England.
You have been warned.
I will not be as forgiving as I have been in the past.

I was shaking. "I have to give up. I have no choice. It's give up, or die. I..."

Prussia pulled the phone out of my hand. "Birdie? I think we found a way to find our maniac."

"No."

Silence. I hid my face in my hand, and started to cry. I just wanted to help. I wanted to find out who was trying to destroy another person's family. Is that wrong? Is my desire to just know wrong?

I felt Prussia's hand on my back. I continued to cry.

"I'm gonna find the asshole who made my awesome boyfriend cry and beat him to a pulp." I heard him growl.

I stopped crying, and stared at him. Was he serious? If I was going to be killed for trying to find this guy, would the same punishment be extended to Prussia? I can't let him get hurt because of me. I wouldn't be able to look Germany in the eyes if something happened. I'd be the one responsible. I'd be just as evil as the one who nearly killed England.

"You can't. You'll be killed. We have to stop."

Silence. I sat there, staring at the sling. A tangible emblem of what could have happened. I could have been killed. Arthur could have been killed. I don't want anything to happen to anyone else. Not because of me. It would break my heart for my family to be hurt because I was too stupid to give up.

"Canada."

Tears welled in my eyes. I've made up my mind. I've already told England. Now it's time to tell Prussia.

"I'm going to find them. If anyone is killed because of this... it's going to be me. Not you, not America, England, or France. I'm going to do this, and face the consequences myself."

I stood up, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I shut my eyes. This was it, wasn't it?

Oh look, more plot appears from the fluff! Rate and review!