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Canada's house. That's where England was going. That was where England was going to try and figure the whole thing out.
If this person, whoever they were, was trying to kill off all of the nations who knew something about this first death then Canada was the key. There had to be something about the deceased nation that none of them had known. But what could have been worth murder?
Damn it! This would have been so much easier if Canada had been a little more noticeable. Then maybe they could have known.
But until he reached the house it would have to wait. And it would be quite a long drive.
.oOo.
Sealand opened the door to the roof.
The sky was graying, but rain was a long ways off. A pleasant breeze kissed his cheeks and he closed his eyes to feel it better. But closing his eyes would make the world seem darker, so he opened them again and looked around. The note he had left for his "friend" had said to meet up on the roof in five minutes.
A noise made him turn and he saw his friend stumbling over a fan and onto the gravel rooftop.
Sealand swallowed and pushed his chest out bravely. "We need to talk," he said.
.oOo.
When he pulled up in front of the house it was almost dark and the sky was turning a dangerous shade of grey. A gust of wind rattled the trees and sent a shiver down England's spine.
He shouldn't have stopped off at America's house first, it was getting much too late, but he needed to look there first for any sign of anything useful. Everything had been clean when he arrived. The pillow had been washed and fluffed and put back in its place and it looked like everything had been dusted recently. So someone was taking care of America's house and making sure there was nothing there of any use to anyone. But there had to be something here. A voice message, a phone number or even some sort of angry letter.
But what he really expected was for the door to be locked. To his surprise, when England twisted the knob the door opened without any hesitation and not a single sound. Odd. He walked inside and closed the door behind him.
The house was nice, kind of homey, and with startling realization England realized he had never actually been here before. So he looked around at the bookshelves and the big soft-looking couch and had no idea where to begin. Where did Canada keep his phonebook and mail? Where did he keep anything? From where the Brit was standing the only papers he saw were in the books on the shelves and as he wandered the house and rummaged through boxes and shelves he couldn't find anything personal or even political.
It could have been a staged house for all its neatness. Not a pillow out of place. There was nothing useful at all. But being who he was England decided to make one more circuit around the house to be sure.
It was fully dark outside now and rain was beginning to hit the windows. A certain creepiness took over and as he moved and England couldn't help but get the feeling that there was someone else in the house. He found himself glancing over his shoulder every now and again and there was the unmistakable feeling of being watched.
He walked slowly and checked each room carefully, making sure there was nothing he had missed and no one hiding in the corners. After trying a door that looked like it lead to a basement for the third time it was time to check the kitchen again and the Brit stepped into the room. Immediately an arm shot out and put a cloth over his mouth and nose and another arm grabbed him around the middle, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Does this smell like chloroform to you?" asked a voice in his ear. A voice he knew. And then there was nothing but darkness.
My, my, you do have a lot of theories don't you? Even I have been accused of murder… But unfortunately for you the killer will not be revealed until next time so you'll just have to wait.
List of accused is now at 9 with:
Russia
America
Austria
France
Sealand
Myself
Spain
The Italies
And probably someone else who I can't remember right now.
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