[Countryhumans]To catch a killer

Chapter 1

If had known this was just the beginning maybe I could've stopped it. I'm so sorry [REDACTED] I didn't mean to.

[AMES 3RD PERSON LIMITED VIEW]
America yawned, stretching her legs. She quickly went to wash her face and brush her teeth. Her phone buzzed as she hummed silently, ignoring the missed calls. 

PICK UP THE PHONE JACKASS

Damn, I didn't know you could get that angry over a phone. I guess it's a [REDACTED] family tradition to get mad at shit.

>:[

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she got dressed. A simple work outfit, just pretty enough for compliments. She quickly went downstairs, turning left into her kitchen. Her house was surprisingly cozy, not like her other estates at all. The kitchen was quiet, oddly quiet. She glanced at Arizona. "Ari, where is everybody." She asked sweetly. "Don't know, don't care." He said, continuing to look at his phone while eating cereal. "Alright then, I'll just make myself something to eat." She said, her voice returning to monotone.

After parking at the U.N building, she hurried inside, sipping on a cup of coffee. "Hello, how may I help you?" The human asked, very politely for how much shit she goes through. "Floor NA, America." America basically mumbled the words. The receptionist smiled, clicking at something on her computer. "Your card please." She hummed. America boredly handed her her card. The woman picked them with a tong-like thing, as to not burn herself.

After the receptionist finally gave her her ticket, she had to get it approved. After that, she could finally go to work. Arriving at the North American floor, she walked past Canadas and Mexico's offices. She decided that know would be a good time to stop by-BUZZ BUZZ

I'll never forgive you. I still love you, even though you did this to-

"Ugh, who is it."She checked her phone impatiently. She gasped. Him. "Why is he calling me. She shook her head in dizzy disbelief. She hung up the phone and speed-walked to her office. She opened the door quickly and hurried inside. "Okay, where iss thee- Oh! Found it" She picked up a document, skimming through the pages. "Interesting. The E.U is very interesting." She commented. After finishing up her morning paperwork, which was usually a document or four, she decided to get some coffee. As she walked through the halls of the U.N building, she couldn't help but feel unsettled, like something bad is happening.

It's probably nothing
Not
After her cup of coffee, she decided to check up on her friend since the incident, Poland! She once again walked through the eerie hallways to the European section. It's a busy place, countries moving left and right, friends giving each other sticky notes, and people rushing back with multiple cups of coffee in their hands. She scans the room, looking for Poland.
As she slowly walks toward a blob of very fluffy looking wings( of which she cannot touch), she bumps into Mexico.

"Oh.. hi?" She says, moving her hand up in a slight wave. Mexico said nothing, just shielding himself from her with his brown wings, which annoyed her, but she understood. " hey, I'm- the American was cut off as Mexico Speed-walked to the cubicles.

What does SHE think she's doing? He clearly just wanted to avoid you! After all-

Calm down rice.

Don't call me that.

"Hi Ame!" Poland waved from across the room. She waved back, smiling. She walked towards the polish man, happy, surprisingly. "What's up?" The American rested her head on the edge of his cubicle. "Nothing much, just finishing up some work. I just started on my evening papers." He said, writing on a document, a giant pile next to it. "Huh." She said, mildly confused about the shit-ton of papers on his desk.

"Soo, what do you thinks gonna happen at the meeting in a week?" America twiddled with her hair. " I honestly don't know. I just hope it's something fucking interesting." Poland said blankly. The audible footsteps coming from the room didn't faze them until they a hand snapped a finger in their faces. "Excuse me." Germany said through gritted teeth. "Oh." Poland said, barely hiding his annoyed expression.

"Heeyy germs, what's up?" She said awkwardly. "Please refrain from calling me "germs" during work. And I am here to collect some papers from Poland." Germany stated, fiddling with his sleeve. "Sorry." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, here you are!" Poland said in a sing-songy voice. Germany takes the papers and walks away.

[GERMS 3RD PERSON LIMITED VIEW]
He walks into the hall, where his office stood. He always thought it was kinda creepy on the outside. He opened the door to basically his home at this point. Seriously it's starting to become unhealthy. Anyway, he placed the stack of papers on his desk, skimming through them to check them. "Good enough." He said, partly sighing. He signed his name on some of them before taking a stack of papers outside.

After delivering one document to France, he was fed up. He walked around the mess of cubicles that was the European section and scanned the room. Finally, he spotted a worthy enough candidate. Polen. He walked up to the bi-colored country, dropping the stack on his desk. "Polen, please deliver these documents for me." Germany ordered rather than asked. Poland lifted his pen before he messed up his work and looked at Germany blankly. "Ok." He said, not really having a choice.

As Germany walked to his car, the bustling building behind him, he couldn't help but hum a tune his father used to sing to him. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the American looming over him.

Like he didn't notice the gun pointed to your-his, I hate it here.

Meh, better than up there.

True, true.

His _______ should _____ soon.
Only time will tell.

"BOO!" The American jumped on his shoulders, causing him to fall. "America." Germany glared at the country, bending down to pick up his stuff. "Sorry Germs, wait was that-"Yeah." He said, cutting her off. "At least it's Saturday." She said, brushing through his hair.

"Poland! Over here!" The American waved at the polish man. Polen smiled, walking towards her. Polen looked at the German, his happy expression fading. America and Polen started to talk. "Hey, do you want to go to Czechs bar with us. You get to ride in my car with me and other    people,  yeah."
She said awkwardly, stumbling a bit.

The polish looked at the German man, and snapped his fingers in his face. "Are you going?" He said like a 40-year-old white woman to a waiter. "Yea." He said, annoyed that he couldn't reprimand him. "I don't wanna go." He said, crossing his arms.

"Please please PLEASE pol?" America begged like a small child would for candy. "No." The polish man said, unwavering. "PleHEHEASE!" America begged. "Fine." Poland said."Thank you pol!" America jumped on the polish man, causing him to stumble. This made Germany chuckle, causing the polish to glare at him.

Poland slung the American over his shoulders, walking towards her car. When they got there he turned to Germany and said, " Germany, you wouldn't mind sitting in the back, would you?" Germany sighed, rolling his eyes. "No." He said, extremely annoyed. As they walked to the car, Germany saw Ukraine through the blackish windows. "Ukraine?" Germany asked, squinting.

"I did say there was gonna be people."

1258 words! Should I do a bar chapter? Or should I just recap the bar events? Thank you [redacted for privacy reasons] for helping me edit this chapter![AKA them giving me their opinion]
Also any guesses on who the redacted people are? Thank you for reading this book! I really appreciate it! :)

#E signing off!