Trapped (A Hetalia Mystery Novel)

~Chapter Eight~

WALES' POV

*Crash*

*Shatter*

*Snap*

"What the hell is going on?" I scowled as I heard the noises coming from the mansion/manor.

"I left to get groceries for thirty minutes and they're already causing trouble. Not a surprise." I groaned. What could those two be doing???

I quickly got to the front porch and dropped the groceries on the floor. I turned the knob and braced myself.

"DUCK!" I heard a familiar British voice yell as I dropped to the ground flat. I felt a strong rush of wind as a ball of pure green energy miss me and hit a tree outside. Which erupted in green fire.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? YOU COULD'VE BURNED THE MANSION!!" I yelled when I got up.

I was speechless when I saw the mess in the main room. Broken shards of what used to be vases and figurines decorated the floor, pieces of wood that was supposed to be furniture stuck out in different places, burn marks recolored the wall, and them. In the middle of the chaos.

"What the. . . ? What the hell happened here!? The room looks like it's been hit by a storm!" I yelled.

"Hahaha! It was 'ose two's fault. I was just sittin' 'ere, enjoyin' the show." Scotland smirked, watching the scene from the kitchen.

"And you didn't do anything to stop them!?" I scowled at him.

"Nah. I would've just made things worst."

"Then could you atleast put out the green burning tree outside before it turns into a forest fire?" I sighed.

"A'ight, a'ight. I'm gonna. Sheesh." Allistor rolled his eyes and went outside the back door.

"WOULD YOU PLEASE ATLEAST PUT ON A SHIRT!?" Ireland yelled, but only fell into deaf ears.

I massaged my temples and glared at Ireland and England. Their hands were still steaming from casting spells.

"He bloody started it!" England complained pointed to Ireland.

"Me!? You're such a-"

"BOTH OF YE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Allistor yelled from the window.

They both shutted up but still glared at each other

"Okay. Arthur, do you mind telling me what you're doing here?" I sighed and looked at him.

"Well, I was going to demand (Note: Demand, not ask) for help from Allistor when this bloody twat started a fight!" He continued glaring at Ireland.

"Why do you need Allistor's help for?" I asked.

"I'm tracking down a killer, or atleast find out their identity." England said, walking into the kitchen to make tea.

"Really? How many times do we have to tell you, you are not Sherlock Holmes." Ireland said.

"W-WHAT!? It's not like that, you git!" England spat with anger lacing in his tone. You could easily tell that Ireland was enjoying it.

"Really? Then why are ye tracking down a killer?" Scotland asked as he got back.

"In case, none of you heard. Let's go to the dining room. It's a long story." Arthur sighed.

Allistor and I stare at each other, then nodded,

"Alright. Let's hear his story." Ireland said going to the dining room.

Oh, we were in for a shock.

CHINA'S POV

"Hey, China?" I heard Taiwan call me. We were at a meeting for all Asian countries, even though only one of us was killed, it was still hard to lose another country.

"Hm? Is something wrong, Taiwan?" I looked at her concerned.

"Do. . . Do you think that someone else will die again?" She whispered, tears threatened to spill on her face.

"I'm. . . I can't say for certain. But I hope no one does. But I'm sure we can stop the killer before he can do any more damage, aru." I hugged her comfortingly.

It was moments like these that I've missed. Whenever one of the Asian nations here were in need of comfort. They always came to me. I love them all, they're all like my little siblings. Besides, as the protector of Asia, it's my duty to keep them safe.

"I hope so. . . Hey, China?" She looked at me and scratched the back of her head. "Can you. . . Can you sing the Spinning Song again?"

I looked at her and smiled. "Anything for you, aru."

"Al a re laye
Al a re layo
Al a re laya
Al a reya"

GERMANY'S POV

I rubbed my eyes as I went through several documents. It has only been a week and seven countries were killed. And their economies are falling apart. Global warming is rising, and riots started in different places.

With so much work, I don't have any more time to train. And to my surprise, East is actually taking this seriously and helping out. Bruder can be self-centered and annoying but I could always count on him.

My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on my office door. I stood up from my chair and walked over to the door. Only to find Italy on the other side.

"Vhat is it, Italy?" I asked.

"Oh, um, dinner is ready! I-a made pasta~" He told me with a fake cheerful smile. I found it very strange but decided to ignore it for the time being.

"Again? Alright. Come on." I started walking down the hall with Italy trailing behind me like a lost puppy.

Usually Italy would be chatting his mouth out, but this time he was dead quiet. Which made me a bit uncomfortable. I stopped abruptly, making Italy run into me.

"Is somezhing wrong, Italy?" I asked, deeply concerned for my al- friend.

"Hm? What-a makes you say that, Germany?" He asked.

"Jou've been acting veird lately."

"Huh!? I am!? U-uh, it's-a nothing!" He lied through his nervous smile.

"Zon't even try to hide it, Italy. Besides, if jou need any help, just come to me for help like jou always do. I'll be zhere vaiting to help." I said reassuringly and smiled a bit.

"Germany. . . " Italy hugged me.

U-uh! What am I supposed to do!? I haven't a manual about hugging someone! Am I supposed to stand there or-!?

"Grazie, Ludwig." I froze at his words, and smiled again.

I hugged him back.