Trapped (A Hetalia Mystery Novel)

~Chapter Two~

OMNISCIENT POV

"Vhat. . . ?"

". . . How?"

"Who killed him?"

"He's a country, he can't be dead. Can he. . . ?"

These questions escaped many of the Nations' mouths. The others who were close to Bulgaria were silent, some had tears streaming down their cheeks. Others were still trying to process the new information. They couldn't believe it, they wouldn't believe it. One of their friends. . . dead? More importantly, he was a country. How did he die?

"He vas found dead at his backyard. A stab in the heart and a cut in his neck, making it an instant death. A bloody knife was found at the crime scene, proof he was murdered. Residents say they heard a scream around 12:28 a.m. Assuming it was the time of death. We already have others taking care of the country itself, only until we figure out what to do." Germany explained.

The countries were quiet, they couldn't believe that someone has killed a country. They were scared, if the killer targeted Bulgaria, do they know he was a country? If the killer knew he was a country, then. . . what if they were next?

Every second, they were getting paranoid. They haven't even left the meeting yet, they were so shocked, it was too hard too process. Some were curious to know the killer.

"Were there any witnesses?" Russia asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Germany raised an eyebrow.

"You said some residents heard a scream. Didn't anyone check to see what it is?"

"Actually, a few did. When they heard the scream, some came out of their houses, but they saw no one, they only saw the corpse and that's how we found out." Japan replied for Germany.

"Exactly when they heard the scream, they came out? That's impossible, someone was bound to see the killer. They couldn't have possibly escape in such a short amount of time, aru." China pointed out.

"No one saw the killer, only the corpse. The killer must've been quick or they hid somewhere." Romania said, looking down. After all, he was one of the closest to Bulgaria.

"How was that possible? Was the killer invisible or something? And what was the motive?" Hungary asked.

"We're not sure. The government is still investigating." Germany replied.

"For now, we do nothing."

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The meeting was dismissed, everyone was still quiet. No dared to speak, not even Italy. They all pondered in their minds, trying to figure out who did it, and they were getting nowhere without evidence. Some were mourning, some scared, some curious, some cautious, some suspicious. And one of them was scared and but mostly confused.

He was confused. When he got home last night, he had a very strange feeling like everyone else. He saw his windows open, even though he never leaves it open when he's gone. Although, nothing was out of place except for the window.

He also heard footsteps. Very very faint footsteps, that in order to hear them, the entire street had to be quiet. He thought it was robber, so he tried to sneak up. When he entered the room where he heard the footsteps. Nothing. When he opened the door, he saw absolutely nothing, almost if nothing was there.

Then the weird part, when he woke the next morning. He was still cautious, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. He checked his house if something was off, it was the same. An instinct told him to check his storage room, which no one knows about. The room was a bit dusty, it contained useless things he didn't use anymore. He was about to leave when he saw something glint in the light.

A small rack of knives. And what's worse? There was only three, even though he knew there was four.

Now that he found out Bulgaria was killed with a knife. Was it his knife? It's just a coincidence, is it? That's just, impossible. Was the person he heard in his house the killer? How is that possible? Did they steal it while he was sleeping? Who would do it? Who has a grudge against Bulgaria that they murdered him? So far he knew no one.

He was thinking so hard he was getting a headache. He walked silently to the entrance hall, still pondering.

Hmm, who is the most likely to kill Bulgaria?

???'S POV

I watched as they all piled out of the meeting room into the hall.

I tried so hard not to smirk when I saw their reactions to my artwork, good thing no one pays attention to me. Besides, that's the reason why I'm like this in the first place. They're got themselves into this mess.

I glanced around, some were on the verge of tears, some had tears already streaming down their face, some were scared, some were horrified to hear such a vile thing, some were silently trying to figure things out, some were curious, some were angry, some were determined to know who would kill a country and stop them.

And all this I could figure out by just looking at their faces. I waited 'till everyone left, not a single one turned to look at my direction. They ignore me, they ignore the killer. All this will end if they saw me, but instead they kept going. They could stop me anytime they want, instead they decided to continue the ride of regret instead of getting off. Just how I like it.

You know? It's funny. All of this would've been avoided if they just payed attention to me. Even if I started cutting, no one would care. Not a even a small bit. No one cares about me, I rather be bullied, instead of people ignoring me like I wasn't meant to exist. Heck, I don't even think they even knew I was real.

Which gives me the perfect advantage. I can attack them all without being suspected.

I'm not the kind, loving, innocent boy they knew. Did they even knew him in the first place?

It doesn't matter. It's my time to shine. While he's locked up in a cell called insanity.

Who am I?

Well, that's up to them to find out.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . help me, please.