7
What was he doing? Why was he there? And why, why oh why, was he…
No.
Oh f*ck no!
Sh*t, get down before he sees you. He saw you.
.oOo.
"I'm just saying, maybe they were accidents."
England sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. "No they weren't. I know they weren't. Someone killed those people and we need to find out who before it happens again."
After a long time thinking England had called a meeting. A few nations showed up. For the past hour they had been going around in circles and now they had split into two distinct groups: The Accidentals and the Murderers. Those who thought it was an accident and those who thought it was murder.
To tell the truth only England and Greece were on the murder side and because Greece had fallen asleep with a beloved cat on his chest (again) it was left to the Brit to argue their point. Once again, it was going nowhere.
"But think about it," said Norway. "Japan fell down the elevator, which we all know was broken…"
"He was pushed."
"What's-his-name suffocated so maybe he choked on something, and we all know how invisible he is, so America didn't notice…"
"The pillow had saliva on it," England said with a frown. "And besides, do you really think Germany shot himself in the head by accident?"
"Maybe. Stress, trauma, panic…"
Long past the point of frustration, England closed his eyes and heard the gunshot ring clearly in his mind. "No, there was someone else there, I heard their voice, there was a struggle."
"Hysteria then." Norway looked on placidly past the others who had basically lost interest and/or given up on the argument. "Someone panicked, thought Germany was after them. There was a struggle and Bang! I don't know. I'm just saying, maybe they were all accidents."
"And you've been saying that! We're getting nowhere fast and I think we've run out of points. We simply can't know anything with only three murders and no one there to see them."
"Don't forget France."
"Right." England nodded. "France is missing too."
They sat in silence for a moment and then suddenly a tiny voice from under the table said, "Maybe there were witnesses."
England jumped back in surprise and then, brow furrowed he disappeared under the table. There was a loud "Ah-ha!" and he shot back up. In his hand he held Sealand by the ear. The smaller nation squirmed and squealed, but the elder held tightly.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"What were you doing down there? You shouldn't even be in here!"
"I'm sorry! Just let go, you jerk! It hurts!" England obliged and Sealand stepped out of reach quickly, rubbing his smarting ear. "And to answer your question, I wanted to know what's going on. No one tells me anything."
"And rightly so," England replied angrily. "How did you even get in here?"
"It wasn't hard-"
"Never mind, that's not important." England looked over at the others, who were watching without much curiosity, and then back to his little brother. "Just get out and find something else to do."
"Wait."
Estonia had appeared next to them and was now crouching down next to Sealand. Sealand looked just as startled as England felt.
"What did you say," asked the Baltic nation, "When you were under the table? Something about witnesses?"
Sealand nodded vigorously. "I said 'maybe there were witnesses.' Why?"
"What did you mean by that?"
"… I only meant that maybe someone did see it. Maybe they're too scared to say anything or maybe they can't."
England furrowed his brow. Estonia seemed to be on to something and he thought that he understood what. Unfortunately.
"Exactly," said Estonia as he straightened up. "Maybe they can't say anything. Maybe they were the ones who were murdered."
"So, you're saying that…"
"The only reason these people died was because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Think about it! Japan obviously knew something and he was determined to share it with Germany. But before he could…" He trailed off, not wanting to say what had happened.
"But," said England. "That means…"
Estonia nodded solemnly. "You could be next."
"England?" They all turned to find a very pale looking Finland standing in the door. He was panting slightly as though he had been running which by then they all knew was not a good sign. "England?" He said again, a bit quieter and with a slight quaver to his voice. "America's dead."
He could feel the blood drain from his face as the news sunk in and his breathing grew shallow. And for some reason he thought maybe I won't be next.
Oh no! Who say who doing what? Were they really all just accidents? Is England going to die? Will I ever stop asking you questions? Stay tuned to find out!