Hello. So..Hetalia Ballet mystery sort of thingy. Hmm..yeah. Enjoy, I guess? Sorry for the shortness

The body was broken and bent, sprawled against the cardboard boxes, as if it were thrown away without a single care. The limbs were bruised, dark blotches adorning the pale, yellow skin. The stench was filthy and sour and Arthur gagged, slowly sinking to his knees.

"F-f-" He stammered, bile rising in his throat. The head was tilted back in an awkward angle, dangling over the edge of a crumpled box and Arthur could only stare at those blue eyes, sperred wide open, so foreign but at the same time so horribly familiar. Arthur felt like someone turned off the lights in his mind, his vision blurring while he crawled towards the limp frame, hearing nothing but his own blood pounding into his ears.

The hair, once blonde and wavy, stuck to his hands as he cradled the head of his rival, the blood staining his shirt. "No-shit, no!" Arthur panted, panicking, rougly shaking the slender shoulders. The body felt cold, even through the thick sweater it was wearing and Arthur clumsily wrapped his arms around the waist, lifting the broken legs out of the box, ballet shoes hanging of the tip of bent feet, ribbons ripped and stained. As Arthur stood, legs trembling, trying to hold the body, the lifeless eyes were staring up at him, as if accusing him.

"I-it's not my fault you stupid frog!" He snapped, voice hoarse, digging his nails into his rival's thighs, ripping through the nude-colored stockings. He watched in horror as the pale face lolled backwards with a horrible snap. "No..NO!" The smell became almost unbearable and Arthur felt his stomach twist and turn. He felt his knees buckle, collapsing onto the cardboard with a loud crash, lungs crushed by the cold, heavy weight lying on his chest. He brought his stained hands to his face and he screamed, body rocking with ugly, animalistic sobs.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" The door opened, slamming against the wall. Ludwig stormed into the small storage room. His blue eyes widened as he approached Arthur with outstretched hands. "O mein Gott..A-Arthur, let him go.."

The door opened again, revealing the rest of HetaBallet's crew who all stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Ludwig Beilschmidt trying to pry a hysterical Arthur Kirkland off the broken body of his fellow ballet dancer, Francis Bonnefoy.

"What are y'all screaming about, like-JESUS!" Feliks gasped, bringing his manicured hands up to his mouth.

"FRANNY!" Gilbert shouted while Antonio just stood there, watching in horror.

"Noooo! NOOO!" Sesel screamed, desperately trying to reach the body of her brother, even going so far as kicking Elizaveta, who held her back as tears trickled down her own face. "This isn't happening.." She stammered. "This can't be happening.."

"What can't be happening? What's wrong? I can't see!" Felicano's voice tittered from somewhere in the croud of shocked dancers, costumers and technicians.

"Don't look Feliciano." Ludwig said as he hoisted Arthur up, forcing him to let go of the cold, dead hand.

Arthur raised his head, squinting his eyes, trying to focus on all the faces that were looking at him and suddenly he became very aware off the fact that he had been holding on to a dead body and that he had blood all over his face. His eyes met Sesel's wide, dark ones. Her hair was coming down from her tight bun and she was digging her nails into her tanned palms, drawing blood, looking as if she was batshit insane.

"YOU!" She screamed, pointing at Arthur with trembling fingers. "It was YOU!" She lurged forward, stumbling slightly on her pointed shoes, clawing at Arthur's chest. Elizaveta caught her, trying to pull her back while Gilbert grabbed her wrists. "You KILLED him! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!"

Feliks threw Arthur a disgusted look. "I never thought you could, like, stoop that low."

The crowd began to whisper and Arthur just wished he could disappear into the ground.

"Murderer!"

"Do you truly think he murdered him? I knew they were rivals but.."

"Poor Francis. At least he died while he was living his dream, as THE star dancer of HetaBallet!"

"My god, is that blood?"

"What a coward!"

Arthur felt his heart clench, his legs became weak and he struggled to breathe-

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"

Roderich Edelstein stalked into the room, deadly pale. "Everyone, go to the ballroom! Don't touch the body. No one is going to leave this building! There's a detective on the way!"