Hetalia Murder Mystery Part 4

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Part 4
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  "Yes!" America yelled. "I won the Cold War!" He smiled and kicked Russia's arm. "Take that you commie!"
    "America, shut up!" A voice yelled from upstairs, it sounded like Austria. "You did not win the Cold War!"
   "Yes I did! Russia's dead!"
"That's not something to be happy about, aru!" China yelled while coming downstairs with nearly everyone else.
   America paused for a moment. "Why not?" He asked.
  
  "Because you could be next." Greece said, covered in so many cats America could only see his face.
"Aaaaaand that would be another ghost to worry about." France added with a smirk.
    America frowned and backed into the corner away from Russia's body.
   
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that, aru." China said, kneeling near the body. "He's still alive."
     "WHAT?" America screamed and he threw the book at Russia's head before running out of the room. "ZOMBIE!"
  
  "Uh…interesting." Germany commented, watching America run away.
"It was most likely caused by those video games…" Japan said.
  
"Hm…it looks like he was wounded on the shoulder." Lithuania said, examining Russia.      "Probably from a knife if the murderer is following the same pattern of weapons. The cut extends from his collarbone to the bottom of his shoulder blade. It looks like he passed out from loosing too much blood."
  "France, do you know where England keeps any medical supplies?" Germany asked.
     "Why are you asking me?" France replied, glaring at Germany.
   "Because I know you've probably snuck in here more than once."
France sighed. "Fine. But I don't know where they are."

   "Well…does anyone know England's cell phone number?" Germany asked.
  "America probably would because he's dating England." Prussia said, grinning.
    "…seriously?" France asked, sounding disappointed.
  
"AMERICA. Get back down here!" Germany yelled.
    "NO. There's a zombie down there!" America yelled back, terrified.
  Germany sighed. "Italy, go find him."
     "I don't want to go alone…it's dark and scary." Italy complained, pulling on Germany's arm.
   "…it's not dark. The lights are on."

"Fiiiiiiiiine." Italy whined then ran up stairs to find America.
     

   ~NOTMUCHTIMEHASCHANGEDBUTTHELOCATIONHAS~

     America was back upstairs in his room. Ghosts were bad enough, but now there were zombies. If everyone in the house was bitten, he would have to fend them off. With nothing. He turned around and frantically scanned the room for more weapons. He spotted a lamp he could use if any zombies broke in.
          
   Something knocked on the door. "It's me, Italy! I need England phone number."
      America grabbed his cell phone and opened the door just big enough so he could toss his phone to Italy. "Here, take my phone. Just don't eat me."
  Italy took the phone and ran back downstairs.

~AGAINTHELOCATIONCHANGES~

Prussia was checking the computer for 'clues'. "Hey, he was on Facebook." He smiled and posted, 'PRUSSIA WAS HERE KESESESESESESESESE'. And then added Belarus as a friend.  
   "Prussia! What are you doing?" Germany asked, walking towards the computer.
"As I said, looking for clues." Prussia replied.
    
     Italy came running up to Germany. "I have his phone."
  "Good, is England's number on there?" Germany asked, grabbing the phone from Italy.
Italy frowned. "I didn't ask."
    Germany sighed and began looking through contact list on the phone. He found, Iggy home, Iggy home 2, Iggy home 3, and Iggy cell. He called Iggy cell.
  He heard it ring a few times before England answered. "What the bloody hell do you want America?"
"This is Germany. It appears Russia was attacked during the night."
    "Russia is dead?" England asked.
   "No, he's only injured. Where do you keep medical supplies?"
  "Oh…did he see the murderer?"
    Germany sighed. "We don't know, he's passed out right now."
  "…oh. The bandages or whatever you need should be in one of the bathrooms upstairs, under the sink."
    "Thank you," Germany pulled away from the phone and ordered Norway to go find them. "Have you found anything yet?" He asked England.
   "Yes, but they were Sealand's fingerprints. I was thinking that Sealand killed Spain and then killed himself but that Russia was attacked…"
  "But we still don't know what happened to him. America found him on the ground a few minutes ago."
    "Hm…well call me back if you find anything else. I should be back tonight."  
  "Okay."

~TIME~

  After an hour or so, America got hungry enough to venture outside his room again for food. He looked around the hallway; carefully searching for any sign of zombies. Once he confirmed it was safe, he ran as quietly as he could down the stairs. The lights were on now so he didn't have to worry about ghosts.
    At the bottom of the steps he paused, looking to his left. Clear. He looked to his right and Italy was running towards him.
       "ZOMGZOMBIE!" He yelled, falling to the floor to avoid the 'zombie'.
   "Good morning America! Do you want breakfast? I made pastaaa!~" Italy said cheerfully, not showing any signs of being a zombie.
   "Pasta for breakfast? Is that the only thing you eat?" America asked while getting up.
"Pizza too."
    "I'll have a doughnut or something…" America replied, walking away towards the kitchen, still checking for zombies.
   
  When he entered the kitchen, he noticed Russia sitting on the counter, Lithuania finishing with the bandages. Russia wasn't wearing his coat, but he still had his scarf, unsurprisingly.    
  "I thought you were dead!" America yelled, looking at Russia warily.
"Nyet…I was passed out." Russia replied, smiling at America, who was glaring at him now.
    "Well, did you at least see anyone?"
"No, but they weren't strong and I believe they were rather short."
    "…everyone is shorter than you. And I'm the only one stronger than you. So that wasn't helpful at all." America said, annoyed. He searched through the cupboards, hoping to find something edible.
    "Well I'm sorry I was trying not to die rather than identifying the murderer." Russia replied.
  
  "Try not to move…" Lithuania said quietly.
"Da."
    America found something that looked close enough to a doughnut and grabbed one. "It doesn't look too bad…" He muttered, examining it. It was a little burnt on the bottom. He took a small bite out of it.
  "People actually eat these?" He asked no one, coughing. "I'll have pasta instead…" America spotted Italy outside of the kitchen. "Italy! Can I have some pasta?"
   
  Italy paused and turned towards America. "I thought you didn't want any. I've gave the rest of it away. Sorry."
  "What am I supposed to eat then?" America cried in despair.
"Did you try England's scones?"
  "Is that what those things are called? Their name even sounds bad…is there any edible food around here?"
"No…but didn't you grow up eating this stuff?"
"I developed taste buds. I'll wait until Iggy gets home then..."

~ALARGEAMOUNTOFTIMEHASPASSED~

   It was several hours before England returned, and everyone was either wandering around or continued to stay locked in their rooms. Austria was continuing to play the piano. The songs varied from calming to something that would probably scare the murderer away.
  America was waiting next to the door when England arrived back. "IGGY YOU'RE SAFE!" America shouted, jumping onto England.
"Get off me!" He yelled, pushing America away from him.

  "Welcome back England." Germany greeted him. "Did you find anything?"
England glared at America while he handed Germany a few papers. "No."
  
  While Germany looked over the paper, England spotted something running towards him.
   "Iggy, what is that?" America asked, pointing at it.
"I think it's a cat. Bloody hell, this is Greece's fault." As he was about to say something else, probably more complaining, the cat leaped from a few feet away towards England's face.

SO MUCH SUSPENSE.