Chapter 7 // Who is it..?

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NATO walked in the office room, a scowl on his face while he held a stack of papers. He didn't like having his day off wasted to a stupid meeting.  He placed them down on the table and took a seat at the table where UN and EU were also sitting. NATO pressed his lips together in a flat line and then huffed.

"Well?" He pressed. "Why are we here..?"

UN smiled at NATO's behavior. It's clear that he wasn't happy. "We wanted to discuss the murder." EU tilted her head and she added, "We want to ask you some things." 

NATO grumbled angrily. "Hurry up. I have something to do." EU frowned and glanced at UN, who seemed completely calm. UN smiled and chuckled. "It's gonna take only a bit. First question, are you sure by suspecting just the 'communists' will help us solve the murder...?" 
NATO paused. "They're the only ones who have the teeth, including Japan and Germany and some of the others."

UN's smile faltered. "It could be anyone, if you think." EU nodded in agreement. 

NATO stood up. "You put me in charge of this. So I'm gonna find out who it is." He opened the door. "Goodbye." He slammed the door shut, leaving EU and UN staring after him.

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It was a peaceful Saturday morning. Russia was in his bed, reading the book about dragons. He looked like a little kid, flopping his feet in the air. He yawned and looked over at his clock. 5:57 a.m. He buried his face in his book, feeling like dying there without getting up from his bed. Then he raised his head up, hearing his phone ring. He picked it up and answered it, without checking who it is.

"Hi Russia, sorry to wake up up this early. I'm not sure if you sleep or not.. erm.. uh.. well, wanna meet up today for the project?" Just from the 'sorry', he figured out it was Canada.

"Uh..okay. Who's house..?" He kept his words short and simple. No need to act like a geek.

"Ours is a little messy, can I come over to yours, if that's okay?" 

"Mm. Okay, sure. You have younger siblings, right?"

"Yeah, that's why the house is messy."

"Well.. either you're going to have to get someone to drop you off, our house isn't exactly in the city. And it's too far to walk."

"Sure, sure, got it, Russia! Besides, I feel bored to walk today. What time?"

"I'm free all day."

"Okay.. uh..um.. 4:00..?"

"Sure."

"Okay, bye..!"

"Bye."

"See you..!"

"See you."

"Are you gonna hang up, Russia?"

"I thought you were gonna hang up and finish talking."

"Mm, fine, bye..!" She hung up.

Russia sighed and put down his phone and got up from his bed. He opened the door quietly and walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry and stared inside it. It seemed like the food was staring back at him, and he lost his appetite.

"Ugh." He closed the pantry door and walked back to his room. He decided to get changed.

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Canada POV

It's almost 4:00, guess I better get changed. After I changed, I picked up the papers for out research project and folded them neatly, and shoved them into by bag. I slipped my bag on and ran downstairs. America was in the kitchen, eating an apple, when he looked at me and stuck his tongue out. "Where ya going..?"

"I have a project with a partner."

He took a bite out of his apple. "Who's the partner?"

"Um, Ukraine."

He huffed. "I'm not dumb. Ukraine isn't in your grade."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, Russia. Happy?"

His eyes widened. "Russia? I'm coming with you."

I narrowed my eyes and stared at him weirdly. "Why?"

"He's the murderer."

"How could you know?"

"Cause. Communist."

"He isn't even communist.."

"Coummunist dad. Happy?"

"It literally could be anyone. Communist or not. It could be you, for all I know."

America fixed his sunglasses and took a bite out of his apple. "Get killed then. I don't care. Besides, dad won't let you go."

"Ukraine's home. So is Belarus."

"Ew."

"He wouldn't murder me while someone is in the house, dummy."

"You're the dummy head, going to a communist's house."

I rolled my eyes again. "Can you drop me off, please..?"

America sighed. "Call me if you're about to get killed, got it?"

"Deal."

"Deal."
 

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America dropped me off his house. It was a small cottage, surrounded by some trees, and a forest in the back. In reminded me of a house in a fairytale. I walked up and knocked on the door and waited.

Russia opened the door and let me in. I set my eyes on a house much neater than I expected. It was nicely decorated, with a slight old fashioned look to it. It warmed my heart for some reason.

Russia nudged my suddenly, and I realized I must have been staring. "Sorry, I really like your house. It's old fashioned, and I like it."

He looked confused. "Oh, thanks. Oh yeah, Belarus is cooking, and Ukraine said you can stay for dinner... if you want."

"Oh really..? What are you guys making..? Oh God, I've never had Slavic food before!!"

"So you're.. staying..?" He tilted his head.

"Ooh, sure. Lemme text my brother." I pulled my phone out and told Ame that I would be staying. In an instant, my phone ringed and I pulled out my phone again. It showed five notificatations. I rolled by eyes and shoved my phone in my bag.

"Okay, let's go to my room."


Hey ya'll! Hope you like this chapter. I tried to make it longer, and more interesting. Now, question for you:

-Who do you think is the murderer?

-Who's your favourite character?

-Who would you protect?

Have a nice day/ night, and comment your answers!!

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