Disclaimer once again: If I owned Hetalia, there would be an episode (or 8) about how awesome Vietnam is. She's one badass lady.

Chapter 5:

Alfred had raided Francis's closet and found a brown trench coat, a monocle and a funny-looking hat, which he was now wearing, making him look like a cross between Sherlock Holmes and Poirot. He was pacing up and down the living room, his face screwed up in a thoughtful scowl. If the atmosphere in the room wasn't so grim, Elizabeta was sure that everyone would've been cracking up. But still, she couldn't resist the urge to pull out her phone camera…

"Elizabeta," Roderich said, somehow knowing what she was planning to do.

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Well," Alfred began in a grand voice. "Assistant Detective 'Flying Mint Bunny' Arthur –ow, Arthur, stop punching me – and I, Head Detective 'Alpha Dawg' Alfred, were investigating the scene of the crime." Everyone started giggling, Alfred included. His good mood was infectious. "We scoured the area for clues as to the identity of the person who would dare commit such a heinous crime."

"We've decided that we should make a list," Arthur said, holding up a piece of paper. Everyone's names were written on it.

"We're checking to see who had alibis," Alfred said.

"We assume that Gilbert was attacked sometime between 10:05 and 10:20 am, because everyone was either in a meeting or asleep by 10:05, and Matthew found Gilbert at 10:20," Arthur explained.

"The alibi idea should tell us who the attacker was, because we're stuck at Francis's house in the middle of a snowstorm. I doubt that anyone would bother wandering around in this current weather just to hurt Gilbert." Alfred smiled.

"So one of us, in this room, is the –" Belle stopped, looking for a word other than 'killer'. "– Um, attacker?" Everyone looked at each other in horror, realising at the same time that one of their friends was an almost-killer.

"Well, let's get this started!" Alfred grinned, not reading the atmosphere. "Ok, me first! Well, I was in the meeting, so I'm out." He crossed his name off the list.

"I was in the meeting too," Feliciano said. Another cross.

"Cross off Lovino, Kiku, Francis, Ivan, Wang, Arthur and myself while you're at it," Ludwig added.

"And me!" Matthew said.
"But bro, you left halfway," Alfred said.

"But I wouldn't kill Gilbert!" Matthew gasped.

"I'm still not crossing it off." Alfred looked up. "Ok then: Antonio?"

"Sleeping."

"Can you prove it?"

"We can," Belle said.

"We were talking outside his door for like, 10 minutes." Elizabeta said.

"I'm putting question marks besides your names," Alfred said. "Which leaves…Roderich."

"I was asleep," Roderich said.

"Prove it," Alfred grinned suddenly.

Roderich frowned. Elizabeta suddenly did not like where this was going.

Ludwig came to the same conclusion. "You cannot be accusing Roderich of attacking Bruder!"

"But it would totally fit! Roderich and Gil completely HATE each other!" Alfred complained.

"Just because I dislike him, does NOT mean I would attack him in a cellar!" Roderich said incredulously.

"You need evidence for this kinda stuff," Elizabeta said, feeling a bit annoyed.

"Well, I've got evidence!" Everyone gasped. Alfred pulled out a plastic bag with a flourish and held it in front of Roderich's face.

"Oh wow. It's a plastic bag. That definitely proves my guilt." Roderich said, a mixture of sarcasm and irritation in his voice.

"More like what's inside the plastic bag!" Alfred pulled out a gold cufflink. "You wear cufflinks. We found a cufflink. Therefore, it must have been you! It's a foolproof accusation!"

"There's a bit of a problem with your foolproof accusation," Roderich said dryly. "I'm not wearing cufflinks." He held up his arm and pointed at his rolled up sleeve.

"Argh, dammit," Alfred muttered.
"I told you it wasn't him," Arthur said. "If anyone wanted to kill Gil, it would have to be Elizabeta –"

"Oh what, so now are we just randomly accusing people of this?" Elizabeta snorted.

"Stop it." Ludwig said quietly, but everyone shut up. "Just stop it. I would rather not have you accusing my family of this when you've got nothing to prove it."

Alfred winced. "Sorry, Ludwig. I was getting a bit carried away there."

"Well, this landed us nowhere," Antonio remarked casually, yet looking annoyed. "So, if you guys don't mind, I'm gonna go check on Gil." He walked out, followed by Belle, Francis and the Vargas brothers.

"I'm so sorry about this," Arthur said apologetically to Roderich. "I didn't realise his conspiracy theories were that bad."

"Oh, it's alright, I guess," Roderich sighed. Ludwig looked like he had zoned out.

"Hey, can I go look down where Gil was attacked?" Elizabeta asked.

"Sure," Arthur said. "It's all open. Do you want someone to go with you, or…"

"Nah, I should be good," she winked back, pulling out her frying pan.

"Oh hey, Liz, are you going down?" Alfred asked. "Cause I wanted to go back down there again, to see if there was anything I missed." Elizabeta narrowed her eyes, holding up her frying pan. "As in," Alfred added quickly, resisting the urge to hide. "Not to find more stuff to accuse your boyfriend with or anything, but to just look, y'know?"

"I would like to come along as well," Kiku said.

"Cool," Elizabeta started walking, putting her frying pan away into that hidden extra-dimension where she usually hides it. Alfred held the kitchen door open for her and Kiku then followed behind them.

Alfred motioned for her to go down first, like he was trying to be extra nice and polite after accusing her boyfriend of almost killing her best friend. She rolled her eyes at the gesture and went downstairs first.

The cellar was huge, as expected of Francis and his addiction to wine. There was a clearing in the centre of the room with a scarily-huge red puddle. Man that was a lot of blood. Elizabeta was used to blood-drenched battlefields, but that was a lot of blood coming from just one person. She sidestepped it to stand by one of the many shelves of wine bottles lining the room.

Alfred was walking around, looking up and down, like he was trying to piece something together. Kiku was staring at the blood puddle, looking a bit pale. Arthur came down too, sidestepping the blood puddle to stand near another shelf, followed by Ivan, who started looking around too, and Roderich and Ludwig walked around to where Elizabeta was standing, both staring at the blood-puddle in horror.

"Hey, Ludwig, Roderich, Elizabeta," Arthur began. "I don't think you guys should be down here, y'know, where your friend nearly died. I doubt it's healthy."

Roderich tore his eyes away from the floor and Ludwig looked up, while Elizabeta half-smiled. "Thanks for the concern, but I just had to see."

"Hey, guys," Alfred said from behind a shelf. He sounded surprised, yet a bit worried.

Kiku walked over and stopped. He looked up at them, a blank expression on his face.

"What, Al, did you find something?" Arthur said.

Alfred reached down and picked up something off the floor, holding it up so that everyone could see. It was a sleek black cellphone, touch screen, a couple of small chains hanging off the corner. The screen was cracked and it was half covered in blood.

Elizabeta squinted at it. Why did it look so familiar to her? It wasn't hers, was it? No, hers was grey. But then, whose could it be?

Roderich's face dropped. He started checking his pockets.
"Hey, Roderich." Alfred said. "Where's your phone?"

Wait, so it WAS Roderich? Gasp! :O

Gilbert: I WILL HAUNT HIM

Me: Hush, you.

..or IS IT? (Dun dun duuuuuuun) *is shot*

Review with who you think the baddie is! ;D