"Who the hell are you?" Natalya and the stranger asked each other.
The second he saw her, the stranger's whole demeanor flipped from calm and collected to explosively angry.
He shoved his hand in one of their pockets and began fiddling with something, a weapon maybe.
'Who the hell is this woman? The fuck's she doing in my bushes?!' The stranger fumed while clenching a small comb. He was fighting the urge to comb over his hair and throw on his coat, but he knew couldn't do that with Alfred looking right at him.
He shook in a silent rage as he was left stuck in a paradox. He either shows this stranger his normal side, or shows Alfred his "cool" side again, either way he embarrasses himself.
Alfred watched him struggle to move, or even speak. Poor kid probably isn't used to meeting new countries. So to assist in the introduction, Alfred wrapped his arm over the stranger's shoulders and smiled at Natalya.
"Nat, I would like to introduce you to the unofficial fourth member of the Awesome Trio and the second coolest hero, my micronation, Molossia!"
Realizing that the stranger was a personification, Natalya marched over and dragged Alfred down to her level to whisper into his ear. "I swear, if you call me that in front of another nation one more time, I will knife you in the dick."
She then let go and stepped away from him. Alfred gave a nervous smile and inched a little toward Molossia.
"Wait, so that girl is a nation?" Molossia whispered to Alfred while pointing at her.
Alfred's temporary terror completely vanished as he went back over near Natalya. "Yup, this is Belarus."
"Belarus? The commie's sister?!" Molossia screamed in horror as he jumped away from her. All earlier urges took over as he combed over his hair, pulled a coat and gold chain necklace out of nowhere, and put on a pair of shades.
Alfred gave Molossia a confused expression while Natalya had her usual scowl. "Uh, dude you good?"
"No! You brought a damn commie onto my property!" Molossia exclaimed.
"Aww, don't be like that. She hasn't been a commie since '91," Alfred dismissed.
Molossia shook his head angrily. He wouldn't let this go. "That doesn't matter. She was one and she's still just as evil. She could be a spy or something for all we know!"
"Dude, would you just chill. I've been hanging out with her for over a month now and she's been awesome," Alfred defended. "Besides, she didn't even want to hang out in the first place. It only happened because... well it's complicated but the point is that she's on vacation for fun."
Molossia continued frowning at Alfred. He wasn't nearly as optimistic as the blond, and far more terrified of Natalya.
During this argument between the two Americans, or... Molossian? Natalya was growing agitated with them talking about her right in front of her face.
"Can you two just shut up already? America, you already dropped off the package, so can we just leave and get out of the heat?"
"Yeah, I think you two should leave," Molossia grumbled.
"Huh? But I thought I was picking you up," Alfred said dejectedly.
"That was before I knew we would be traveling with the fucking psycho. What, is North Korea in the RV too?"
Natalya gave Molossia a dark look, making him shrivel up and take another few steps back.
Alfred looked between his two friends with a somber look, before it brightened up as he got an idea. "Alright, if you don't want to come then I guess I could just show Naaa-Belarus around before we go."
"No/Nyet!" Both Natalya and Molossia screamed in disapproval.
"I don't want to go in some stranger's house," Natalya complained.
"It isn't a damn house, it's my country!" Molossia yelled.
"Don't interrupt, the real nations are talking," Natalya snapped while giving him an icy side-eye.
Molossia momentarily shrunk under her crushing aura, but got a sudden boost of morale to defend his micronation.
"I am a real country. I have all the requirements: a defined territory, a government, a permanent population, and I even trade with others, as you've seen from America about a minute ago.
I have been in, and have won wars. I'm still currently in one. I have laws, a leader, passports, and I'm probably even richer than you you commie motherfucker!"
Natalya gritted her teeth and clenched hard onto one of her knives, taking one heavy stomp toward Molossia.
He grew extremely pale and ran behind Alfred, hiding his face behind the other's back.
Natalya put her knife away and crossed her arms while looking away from the two. "I would like to go now."
Alfred walked over and leaned one of his arms on her shoulder. "C'mon, it'll be fun. It's not every day you get to go to a micronation."
Natalya shrugged the arm off and began walking toward the house silently. Alfred smiled and began following her, leading her over to customs.
Molossia's jaw dropped at the scene he just witnessed. From all the rumors he's heard, Belarus was stubborn, crazy, and above all else she hated America. It was common knowledge even among the micronations that she had a thing for her brother, so it was bizarre when he suddenly realized that she was spending time away from Russia in favor of America. Also the fact that America persuaded her like it was nothing.
"Is this what America meant when things were complicated? What does "complicated" mean?" He wondered while following after them.
When he neared customs, Molossia saw Natalya's face angrily staring at the giant stuffed doll. "Is this a joke?"
"No, it's Fred. You can see it on his name tag right there," Alfred pointed out. Natalya deadpanned and looked over at him.
Molossia stood in front of Fred and leaned on the front of the customs box. "Alright, so if you want to enter my country you would usually need a passport, but since America is with you there won't be a need for that. Also, my boss won't be here to greet you because he's out buying munitions."
"Munitions?" Natalya asked.
"Groceries," Alfred whispered to her.
"So here you can see some of the prohibitions: you can't bring tobacco, incandescent lightbulbs, plastic bags, catfish, walruses, or onions and spinach.
Then some of the laws: you can't cause a catastrophe, no setting off any torpedos, if you set off a nuclear device then you will be fined 500 Valora, for the love of all that is holy don't play percussion instruments in the bathroom... and sunshine is guaranteed."
"What are Valora?" She asked.
"It's their currency, the fine would equate to 400 U.S. dollars," Alfred answered. "Also their money is backed by cookie dough rather than the gold standard."
"So that's why you brought all that cookie dough," she assumed.
"Yup, but it's also Molossia's favorite food."
"Are we gonna get on with the tour or are you two gonna be annoying and talk the whole time?!" Molossia asked with an angry blush.
The two stopped talking and began following Molossia as he started walking around the property.
"Over there is the phone booth if... I don't know, your phone blows up or some shit. Then over here is Republic Square."
It was a small square with benches and a small black fountain, and to the front of it was the blue, white, and green Molossian flag. Then a little to the left of that was a miniature cannon, the "Emperor Norton II."
Going a little south, they passed the Government House and crossed under the "Friendship Gateway." Ironic since Molossia seemed really unfriendly to strangers.
"To the right you can see the... *sigh* the micronation sign," he trailed off into an embarrassed whisper. He didn't want others knowing how he felt about the other micronations, and he absolutely wouldn't let them know he has alliances and occasionally holds the Micronation Olympics with a few of them.
They briefly visited the trading company, post office, and office of the President, where Natalya found more strange doll things.
"And this is the Bank of Kickassia, where we hold all of our Valora and cookie dough," Molossia announced while they stood in front of it. Inside they could see the large crate that Alfred had brought.
"Kickassia?" Natalya asked monotonously.
"It was a group that overthrew us temporarily, changing the nation's name to Kickassia. But the dumbasses didn't know how to run a government so we were able to regain control. Since we ended things peacefully we decided to set up this bank in their name," Molossia explained, getting a little nostalgic.
"Then there was the Mustachistan War, which we also won, and the Dead Dog War, which of course we won. Also those five cowboys I killed."
He began going off about his strange history, from something called Vuldstein then the United Provinces of Utopia, all the way up to him accidentally letting it slip that he used to be communist.
Alfred, who had been dead silent for the past few minutes, decided to finally speak up. "Uh, dude... sorry to interrupt your trip down memory lane but we should probably get back to the tour."
"Fine dammit, let's go," Molossia demanded. The three walked a little further, entering a little forested area.
"This is Norton Park, over there is the banana tree, right here is the vineyard, and a little ways over there is the railroad."
Natalya walked along the path Molossia pointed to, coming up to a small train set on the ground. 'Oh for fuck's sake!'
"Yo Nat, you enjoying the railroad?" Alfred asked while standing behind her.
"Yeah, it's some railroad," she agreed sarcastically. "You know, I think I finally understand what the inside of your brain looks like."
Alfred laughed and rested an arm back on her shoulder. This time she didn't shrug it off and just frowned up at him as he began talking about random things.
Meanwhile Molossia was hiding behind a bush as he spied on the two, sweat drenching his face as he panicked. 'What the actual fuck is happening?! First she gets mad at him for calling her "Nat" then doesn't want him touching her. But when it's in private she'll let him do both? She's definitely a spy, probably waiting until he's alone to be nice to him, then when he lowers his guard that's when she strikes.'
Convinced this was the case, he jumped out of the bush and toward the pair. 'I'll save you America!' He thought as he ran to save his nation.
The two turned to him as they heard his footsteps, raising their eyebrows at why he was sprinting toward them.
Molossia stopped in front of them and looked between the two. Natalya brushed Alfred's arm off again and stood awkwardly by as Molossia got in between the two.
"Umm, what's up dude?" Alfred asked. Molossia never acted like this.
Molossia grabbed Alfred by the arm and dragged him away, leaving Natalya alone and confused.
Once he thought they were a good enough distance, Molossia let go of Alfred and began angrily whispering. "Stay away from her man, she's bad news. She's gonna get you alone and gain your trust, then she's gonna do something... like some torturous shit!"
"Would you just cut it out? She's not a spy," Alfred tried to assure, growing slightly annoyed with Natalya constantly getting judged.
"How the hell would you know?! Look at you, she already has you wrapped around her finger!"
"No she doesn't, we're friends, and I took in her, she didn't just randomly show up one day with some sob story and how I was her only hope."
Molossia was about to argue, but Alfred cut him off with a smug grin. "Wait a sec... you're jealous aren't you?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Don't try to deny it, you're upset I'm spending more time with her than you. I could tell you've been grumpy ever since you realized Natalya was the reason I was so late."
"No I'm not, America she's seriously bad news. You need to avoid her creepy ass at all costs!" Molossia warned.
Alfred continued smirking at the micronation as he nodded and began walking back to where Natalya was. "Ok dude, I hear you loud and clear."
"No you don't, you're doing exactly what I told you not to do!" Molossia accused.
"Oh, you're right I'm sorry," Alfred apologized.
". . . . You're still walking," Molossia sweatdropped.
Alfred gave him a stupid shrug before disappearing behind a tree. Molossia groaned and angrily marched after him, but stopped when he found him turning in circles and scratching his head.
"What?" He asked.
"She disappeared," Alfred mumbled while he looked for her.
"Oh great, now we got a psycho on the loose in my country," Molossia grumbled.
Alfred frowned and shook his head. "She probably just got bored of waiting and wandered off somewhere. It can't be that hard to find her in this place."
The two exited the park, instantly bumping into Natalya who was on her way back.
"I would like to go now," Natalya said before Alfred could greet her.
"What? But we just started," Alfred whined. "Are you already that bored?"
"I just walked around the rest of the area and saw everything else," she explained. "It's not that big."
"But did you even see the solar farm? Or the space program?" Molossia asked.
"The single solar panel and a toy rocket? Yeah, I think I've seen enough," she stated as she began walking to leave.
Alfred looked at her as she left then back at Molossia, who was staring at the ground with a despondent gaze. "I told you not to let that bastard into my country."
Alfred gave him a warm smile and supportive tap on the shoulder, which helped to raise the micronation's mood. He looked back over at Natalya, before running over and leaning his head down next to her. "Have you seen the gift shop yet?"
"Nyet, and I don't intend to," she said while walking ahead of him.
"C'mon, don't you want something to remember the experience?" He asked. She stopped and glanced at him with a deep scowl. "Absolutely not, I want to forget this damn circus."
She then turned and continued walking, only to be stopped when Alfred grabbed her by the arm. She met his face, which was serious and somewhat sad. "Look, you may not be taking this seriously but he does. You're judging his very existence by saying all this mean stuff, just humor me and do something nice by getting something at the gift shop."
She snapped her head to the side before he gave her the puppy dog eyes, but she could still feel them burning into the back of her head.
Eventually she was able to tug out of his grip, turning her back to him and crossing her arms. Alfred pouted and placed both hands on her shoulders.
"Stop being so stubborn and go get something," he pleaded while slightly shaking her. As he tried moving his head to get to the front of her face, she kept turning away from him.
'No one resists the puppy dog eyes.'
He moved back behind her and poked her in the side of the waist, sending a tingling jolt through her body that made her jump and spin around to glare at him. She got a glimpse of his eyes before covering her own and turning back around.
"Aww, what's wrong Nat? It's just me," he teased as he poked her more. She began bending her upper body around to avoid being poked in ticklish spots, but when that proved to be ineffective she started moving away from him.
"Hey, get back here," Alfred demanded as he bounded after her, poking her more and drawing out small giggles.
In no time she had broken out into a full on run, sprinting through the front of the property with Alfred close behind.
"Leave me alone, dipshit!" She shouted as she tried to get away.
When they were close to the side of the building, Alfred ran at her and slammed a hand against the wall, blocking her from running forward. Then he put his other arm on the other side of her so she was completely trapped.
Natalya quickly reached down and poked him in his waist, making him burst out into laughter as he removed his arms from the wall to protect his sides from her own tickling.
She took that as her chance to escape, but just as she was about to slip away Alfred regained his composure and grabbed both of her arms, pinning them above her head and against the wall.
He brought out the puppy dog eyes again, making her turn her head away and bring back her scowl. Alfred removed one of his hands from her arm and started tickling her again, giving her an adorable mixed expression of an angry brow with a shaky smile.
She began squirming and giggling as she was left defenseless to his "attack," left only with desperate pleas of mercy.
"Ngh-nyeeet, stahahahp!" She begged in between stifled laughs. After a couple more seconds he listened to her. He didn't want to turn this into torture.
The second he moved his hand away from her side, her smile dropped and her scowl came back in full force. "Dammit Alfred let me go, this isn't funny."
Alfred's mouth hung open in astonishment at the sudden switch of attitude, but that turned to curiosity as he poked her in the side again. Her little smile came back and her scowl lightened up. "Nyetnyetnyet, wait."
He removed his hand again, where she once again had an intense glare, though not directed at him since she was still avoiding his eyes. "Would you fucking stop?!"
"Bwahaha please nyet I'm gonna pee."
"I'll kill you!"
"Stahhhp!"
"Stop!"
"N-No more, I can't-t take it!"
"Alfred for fuck's sahaHaHAHA, Alfred!!"
He finally stopped his tickling for real, putting his hands back up to hold her arms against the wall. At this point she had stopped shouting or glaring, just heavily breathing with her bangs covering her face and hiding it from the evil puppy dog eyes.
"So, are you going to get something at the gift shop now?" He asked again, though he was slightly worried that he had crossed the line of torture-tickling her.
She laughed a little and raised her head up, the bangs falling away from her face to reveal her deep red face. "I s-said I don't w-want to."
For some reason, it was only now that he realized the precarious situation he got himself in. He had Natalya, alone, in the shade behind the house, pinned against the wall, panting, and beet red.
His own face began to heat up while he observed her, looking up and down her body that was fidgeting in expectation of more tickles.
When his eyes fell upon her face, a large lump formed in his throat. She was still looking away, but her distant gaze showed her worried anticipation, or maybe... something deeper.
Maybe he was reading way too far into it, but it was enough to make his heart begin thumping and put a strange hollow pit feeling deep in his gut.
'What the hell is this feeling?' He thought as he continued staring at her, involuntarily letting go of her hands and placing his own on the wall on opposite sides of her head.
Rather than crossing her arms like usual, she left her arms limply dangling at her sides. She didn't feel like any more tickles were coming, but something else, something warm and comforting. Her whole chest began growing warm, spreading throughout her whole body.
'What the fuck? I haven't even looked at the puppy dog eyes!'
She didn't want this feeling. It was just too weird. Maybe she should just give up, then it can finally go away.
"Ok, I give. I'll check out the stupid gift shop," she appeased.
She was expecting him to let her go after she had finally caved, but for some reason his hands had yet to move.
Suddenly a hand delicately cupped her chin, turning her head to face him. Her breath caught in her throat as they met face to face. His eyes were no longer the begging puppy dog eyes, they were dead serious, transfixed on her face, and full of hunger.
His face was red, maybe even a little more so than hers, and he looked like something had put him in a trance.
The two sat still and silent, the feeling of their heartbeats booming in their ears and the hot blood pooling into their faces.
Natalya snapped out of the trance first, collecting herself enough to push him off and run away.
'What the fuck?! What the fuck is this?' She thought while running to the gift shop, holding her burning cheeks that were slowly beginning to cool off.
'It's because that bastard was tickling me. Yeah, I was just angry he wouldn't stop when I told him to. Fucking creep!'
Giving herself that false confidence, she was able to avoid thinking about what would've happened if she didn't run. Though something deep in the back of her mind wouldn't let it go, and that annoyed her to no end.
Looking around the gift shop, there weren't many things that were very interesting to her. Just pins, postcards, and other little knickknacks probably taken out of a dumpster. The only thing that seemed worth buying was one of the t-shirts, which had a big Molossian flag on the front of it. She grabbed the black shirt and stood around, waiting for Alfred to come pay for it. He was the one that wanted her to buy it anyway.
Meanwhile with Alfred, he was still standing behind the house holding his heart which was hitting hard against his chest. Unlike Natalya he wasn't able to calm down so easily, he couldn't make any excuses about being tickled or anything, he didn't even exactly know what he was trying to do when he touched her face. Maybe just to look at her, or... kiss her.
'What am I doing? I don't even like her like that. We're just friends.'
'Don't ask me, yer da one dat thinks chasin' a girl into a dark corner and pinning her to a wall to give her aggressive tickles is somethin' friends do.'
Alfred's face dropped as he looked at the ground in shame. 'I guess I didn't think about it like that.'
'Yeah yer kinda freaky.'
'I need to go apologize.'
'No need, I'm sure she'll get back at ya fer it.'
'Yeah, but I would feel wrong not apologizing,' Alfred said as he began walking off to find her.
After a little searching, he found her waiting in the gift shop. As he neared the entrance, she briefly turned and met his gaze, stopping him in his tracks with her chilling stare. When she turned back around Alfred tugged on his collar as he got closer.
"Hey I uh, just wanted to-" he was interrupted as he received an elbow to his gut, dropping him to his knees as he wheezed. "Ok, I deserved that."
He then received a hard punch to the face. "Yup, that too." He expected a third hit to come, but when it didn't he cautiously opened one eye and looked up at her. She had her arms crossed and was looking away with a tiny blush.
"The second we get home I'm taking you to the training ground and beating the shit out of you."
"That's fair," he agreed. "I actually came here to apologize. I guess I kinda... no, really went over the line with the whole, t-tickling thing."
"Da, that was stupid."
"And I'm really sorry and is there some way I can make it up to you?" He wondered. Natalya thought for a second before raising the shirt in her hands. "I'll think about it, but for right now buy this for me."
He eagerly accepted and got her the shirt, leaving the shop back in good spirits since he was able to patch things up with his friend. That's right his friend, and that's all it will ever be.
Natalya went to the RV as Alfred made his way back to where Molossia was, finding him sitting on a bench and cursing to himself about "assholes taking forever."
"Dude you ready to go?" Alfred called out to him. Molossia turned his head to him before huffing and getting to his feet. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he followed after Alfred while continuing to curse to himself.
As they entered the RV, Molossia found Natalya shoving a shirt with his flag on it into her suitcase.
He wasn't about smile over it, but he had stopped grumbling so it was fairly obvious he was grateful.
Now that they had obtained the new member of their group, they were finally able to leave. While Alfred and Natalya sat in the cockpit, Molossia was left to take the couch... not that he was complaining.
For a few hours they drove northeast, since all they had to do was go to Yellowstone, but Natalya was about to send them on a massive detour.
For a while now she had been taking Alfred's advice and had been looking for a place she wanted to go, and while she hadn't been able to figure out where, the multiple days of walking around the desert had made her crave somewhere cold.
There weren't many places this time of year that were cold, unless you were on top of a mountain or near the poles. That gave Natalya an idea of the perfect place to go.
"Hey Alfred?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we go to Alaska?"
Alfred raised an eyebrow and glanced at her. "Are you sure? That's very far."
"You promised you would make things up to me for earlier."
Alfred frowned but eventually began driving north. He did promise her after all and didn't feel like getting beat up for going back on it.
"Anywhere specific you want to go?" He wondered.
"Well I was looking on google and found that Alaska has the largest mountain in the U.S. I figured that would be the coldest place right now," she admitted.
Alfred laughed and smirked at her. "The desert was really getting to you, huh?"
"Da."
"Well then off to Alaska we go!"
Molossia raised his head as he heard Alfred shout, growing enraged that they would be going somewhere cold.
"Fuck!"
Russia sat in his big leather chair, staring blankly at the black wall of the dark room. It was around 10:00 p.m. and all of the other nations has to go home to deal with their own countries. So Russia was all alone, in his big dark house, like always.
It was worse knowing Belarus didn't want to be there. At least back before this incident, Belarus would do everything in her power to stay at Russia's house, even if it meant evading her government.
Of course Russia was terrified at the time, so he was more relieved than anything when she would be taken back to her country. It was only now that he realized how much he took her for granted.
Now she's gone and won't return, probably sad and alone somewhere in Hungary, thinking the brother she adored for so long now hates her.
He pulled out his phone and brought up her contact, but something prevented him from calling her. Would she pick up, would she accept his apology, would it even be right?
Something about it just didn't feel right, it felt disingenuous. It was basically saying he didn't care enough to do more than make a call.
If he was truly going to apologize to her, it needed to be in person. Otherwise it would never seem real.
They stood up and left the room, wandering off to his bedroom so he could track down his missing sister.
Once inside he plugged in his phone to his computer and pulled up the contact of her phone. Using some hacking skills to trace their last call, he found that her last call to him was in northeastern Virginia, far away from Boston like he originally assumed she had been.
If that wasn't weird enough, when tracking it through all the points where it had connected to WiFi, he found a more recent trail which showed that over the past week she had traveled from Virginia to Florida, then far out west. Her last known location appeared to be somewhere in western Nevada, very strange for a cold nation to be.
'Where are you going sestra?' He thought as he continued gathering information of her whereabouts. Digging a little deeper, he was able to pinpoint the exact location to a place called Molossia.
Quickly he downloaded a digital tracker onto her phone and prepared himself for bed. Starting tomorrow, he sets out on his mission to find his sister.
The Detective Trio had once again hit a wall in their investigation. It was beginning to grow very frustrating how every time they discovered something new they would get stuck again.
For a while now they were trying to find some way they could get an answer to who got killed, but it was very difficult to find that out without alarming a lot of people who had no idea this occurred.
It was only after Japan made a suggestion did they finally have a way they could continue investigating.
"What if we carr Russia?"
"How about ve don't," Prussia suggested right back.
"No vait, I vant to hear zhis," Hungary interjected by slapping a hand on Prussia's mouth.
"He is connected to Berarus, so he might know what happened. And even if he doesn't, he is one of the few that wourdn't get scared to figure out someone had been kirred," Japan explained.
Prussia licked Hungary's hand, freeing himself and making her jump away in disgust. "Ja, he probably vould find pleasure in it."
Hungary looked at her hand and gagged, then wiped it on Prussia's sleeve. He glared at her before licking his hand and reaching for her face.
She jumped away and began swinging her frying pan around, trying desperately to hit his face.
Japan deadpanned at the two, attempting and failing to get their attention. They didn't get back on track until Hungary had gotten a clean hit, knocking out Prussia.
"Alright, I guess I'll call him," Hungary offered. "Prussia vould probably just anger him anyvay."
Hungary pulled out her own phone and called Russia, who picked it up and asked, "you kol'ed?"
"Hello Russia, sorry if I'm bozering you but I have to ask you somesing about zhe last vorld meeting," she requested, growing alarmed when the line went quiet.
After a tense few moments, Russia let out a quiet sigh and spoke up. "Go on."
Hungary nervously responded, "vell it has come to my attention zhat somevone vas murdered in one of zhe break rooms, and after a little investigating I believe Belarus is responsible. Is zhere anysing you could tell me about it?"
"Why, is she going to be getting arrested?" He asked sarcastically.
"Nein, ve just vant to know who got killed and vhy," Hungary explained.
"Apologies, but I have not the clue," Russia lied.
Hungary raised her head and looked over at the bulletin board. "Are you sure? Because vhen looking at my notes it showed zhat somevone had pulverized zhe knife. Zhe only vay zhat could've happened if you one of zhe stronger nations did it."
"Then go be asking America, I have nothing to do with this," Russia stated menacingly.
Hungary was beginning to grow scared, feeling the cold aura through the phone and the very faint "kolkolkols."
"Vill do, see you around Russia," Hungary quickly wrapped up.
"Da, you too," he responded chillingly before hanging up.
Hungary sighed and set the phone down. "Vell zhat vas a vaste of time."
"Not necessarily, it vas pretty obvious he vas lying," Prussia said while rubbing the side of his head. He had woken up at some point during the call and heard all he needed to know.
"How do you know?" Japan asked.
"I've known zhat creep for a very long time. Trust me, I know," Prussia stated seriously.
"So do you sink he knows who zhe victim is?" Hungary hoped.
"Definitely, but he'll never tell us," Prussia acknowledged. "So ve have to find another person involved."
"Vell ve can't ask America obviously, zhis is about him," Hungary pointed out. "Vell at least I think so."
"Wait, why wourd Russia rie to us but then terr us to carr America?" Japan questioned. That got the other two thinking, something didn't add up.
"Unless he vasn't zhere," Prussia finally proposed. The other two looked between each other as if mentally asking if the other understood.
"Zhat doesn't make any sense, he—" Hungary paused as it suddenly clicked. "He saw zhe aftermath."
Prussia nodded in agreement. "Russia vas trying to lead us on vith a person he knew vasn't zhere. Meaning he had left zhe scene before America arrived."
"But then who crushed the knife? Either Russia did because he was mad at Berarus for kirring the victim, or America walked in on the corpse after the fact and destroyed the knife himserf."
"The corpse and knife vere most likely still zhere vhen America came in, it vouldn't make sense for him to freak out and change plans like zhat if he only saw a room vith blood in it," Prussia guessed.
"I guess so, but it stirr feers rike we're missing something," Japan sighed.
"Vell duh, ve still don't know zhe victim," Prussia stated.
"But maybe America can help us find zhem," Hungary spoke up, confusing Prussia and Japan.
"Uhh, isn't zhat exactly vhat ve don't vant to do?" Prussia asked.
"I don't mean talking. I vas sinking zhat ve could spy on him," she elaborated. Prussia understood and leaned forward with a wicked smirk. "Go oooon."
"If America saw zhe corpse zhen he vould've been afraid, but he vouldn't have cancelled plans and gone silent like he has, unless he took the victim and is still hanging out vith him."
"So you want to go and see if the victim is stirr there?" Japan wondered.
"Ja."
"And if zhe victim isn't zhere?" Prussia asked.
Hungary frowned a little and looked at the ground. "Zhen ve admit ve lost and ask America who zhe victim is."
The other two frowned as well, knowing they were coming to their wits' end with this investigation.
"Ok, so first ve have to find America," Prussia said as he pulled out his phone.
"Who are you carring?" Japan asked. "Denmark," Prussia answered.
He put the phone to his ear and called his awesome friend. "Yo Denmark!"
"What's up bro?" Denmark responded.
"I vas just vondering if you know vhere America is, since you're sending Sealand to him soon."
"Why?" Denmark asked.
"...So I can prank him," Prussia bluffed.
"Oh, alright cool. Give me a sec."
Denmark then hung up, leaving Prussia and the others for a couple minutes. Eventually he texted Prussia the location.
"Araska?" Japan wondered while looking at the phone from above Prussia's head.
"I guess zhat vould be zhe best place to hide somevone from Belarus," Hungary shrugged. "If she finds zhem zhey could just escape to Canada."
"So I guess we better start packing," Japan said while standing up to leave.
"Screw zhat, let's do zhat tomorrow," Prussia argued while relaxing on the couch.
"Prussia's right, it's getting late anyvay," Hungary agreed.
Japan sat back down and relaxed as well, while all three set up their plan. Starting tomorrow, they start their mission to find America and whoever is connecting him to Russia and Belarus.