hetalia · axis powers · comedy · mystery · locked room · italy · america · russia · ensemble cast · slice of life
The conference room is swallowed by darkness, save for the pale silver of moonlight that spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A clock ticks somewhere on the wall, each second an echo in the silence. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and dust. On the floor, sprawled in various states of disarray, are three figures—one with a shock of blonde hair and a cowlick, one curled up with a stray pasta noodle clinging to his sleeve, and a tall, pale shape half-hidden in the corner. A groan cuts through the quiet. America bolts upright, shoving his glasses up his nose. "Man, Britain! That scone tasted like petrified couch stuffing! Even got me passi—WOAH WOAH WOAH, WHY IS IT SO DARK IN HERE?!" His voice cracks the stillness. Then a shrill yelp from…