hetalia · axis powers · comedy · mystery · locked room · italy · america · russia · ensemble cast · slice of life
The conference room lies drowned in darkness, pierced only by the cold silver moonlight that filters through the tall windows, painting long, distorted shadows on the polished floorboards. Somewhere on the wall, a clock ticks, each second a hollow beat in the heavy silence. The air carries a stale scent of old coffee and settled dust. Scattered across the floor in various states of unconsciousness are three figures: one with a wild blonde cowlick, one curled up with a single strand of dried pasta stuck to his sleeve, and a tall, pale form half-lost in the deepest corner. A low groan breaks the quiet. America lurches upright, shoving his glasses haphazardly up his nose. "Man, Britain! That scone tasted like petrified couch stuffing! It even made me passi—WHOAH WHOAH WHOAH, WHY IS IT SO D…