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~Accusations~

A couple weeks after my boss’s death, most of us still hadn’t gotten over it, especially Yao and I. Yao and (boss’s name) had been friends for years, and he had been like a father to me. It was such a tragic loss, but I was glad that China and I got to spend more time together, since no one really understood my loss more than him.

I’ve recently have been spending more time at China’s house as well, I just couldn’t stay in that house myself. He told me I was more than welcome to stay for how long I needed until everything was sorted out.

Still, nobody knows who exactly killed my boss. The police are still looking for evidence and investigating. Hopefully they will find something soon. I don’t know what I will do if the police couldn’t find anything.

Looking through old pictures of my boss, my eyes started to water. I couldn’t image what his family was going through, but I had a pretty good feeling. Most pictures were of him and is family and some of him and me, but I finally put the pictures away.

“_____, come on dear, let’s have dinner.” Yao said through my guest room door.

“Alright, I’m coming.” I say and put the box of pictures away, and headed to the dining room.

The next morning was another Allies meeting. It was nice to see my old friends again, but the meeting wasn't as…boisterous. However, America never failed to bring up his crazy ideas to help the world.

“So, Canada dude. I think it would be a totally awesome idea if you changed your money to the American dollar!” Alfred said.

Canada began to sweat a little, “Um…America, I don’t think that will-”

England interrupted, “I think your citizens would be happier if you just added on the bloody sale tax!”

“Sales tax? Dude then they’ll think it’s more expensive!” Alfred said, making everyone face palm.

Suddenly there was knock at the door, making everyone in room perk up. Who could it be? We’re not expecting anybody. England stood up from his chair and opened the door, revealing two policemen.

“We’re sorry for interrupting, but we have some important news.” The blonde policeman said.

“Is it about the case?” I asked as the policemen stepped into the room.

“Yes, in fact it is.” The dark haired policeman said.

“Well, have you found the murderer yet?” China asked impatiently.

“Um, you see that’s the difficult part sir.” The dark haired one said, unfolding a paper, “We have a warrant for the arrest of ____.”

“WHAT?” I gasped out loud while everyone stayed quiet.

“What the hell are you talking about? She’s just a kid!” America shouted, standing on his feet.

“Yes! What is the meaning of this?” England said.

“I’m sorry, but we are ordered to place ____ under arrest for the murder of (boss’s name).” the blonde one said.

My heart sank, and my eyes widened, “I-I don’t understand.”

“Let me see the warrant.” China ordered, taking the paper.

His eyes scanned over the document, and his eyes widened. He looked at me with shock and confusion.

“____...” China said, looking down at me.

“No, n-no, no, NO! This is a mistake!” I said desperately.

The two policemen began to walk up to me, one of them holding hand cuffs.

“Hey, if you lay one finger on her-!” France began.

“Hey, we’re just doing our job. Now come on ____.” The dark haired police said.

I was completely stunned, almost paralyzed with inner chaos as they cuffed my arms and reading me my rights. I was hurt and scared as my friends merely watched as the police began dragging me out of the room.

Alone and scared, I curled up into a ball on my hard bed in my temporary cell. I slightly rocked back and forth, trying to think of what was going to happen. I continued to look at my cell door, waiting for someone to let me go, saying that was all a mistake. Hours passed, and I didn’t even hear a footstep.

Suddenly I heard the jingle of keys from outside, and the door opened up. A couple men in suits entered the room, their faces were completely emotionless.

“____, I need you to come with us, we have some questions for you.” The first man said.

I rubbed my eyes, and hesitantly stood up and followed the men down the hallway. The men walking in front of me whispered to each other as I stayed quiet and tried to listen in. They unlocked a door, and motioned me to enter, and I did.

“Take a seat.” One of the men said.

I did as I was told and sat in the metal chair, and he sat down in the chair opposite of me. Only a table separating us, while the others stood against the wall.

“So, ____, my name is investigator John Patterson.” He said, setting a file down on the table, “You need to answer some questions.”

I tucked some hair behind my ear, “Alright.”

“First of all, what did you do on the day of July 31, 2015?” he asked.

“Well, I woke up, and I went to a friend’s house, and I went to a party, then I came home, and I found…my boss…dead.” I choked up slightly.

“Well, our investigators found traces of your DNA at the crime scene.” John said.

“I-I went to check his pulse...” I said.

“Then how do you explain your DNA on the weapon that killed him.” He said sternly, throwing a bag that contained a blood stained knife.

I covered my mouth with my hand, “W-what are you saying? How could my DNA be on that?!”

“You tell me.” He said getting slightly irritated.

I took a couple deep breaths, “I did not kill him.”

John sighed, and pulled out some papers from the file, “Until you sign here, confessing your deeds, we’re gonna be here for a while.”

He placed a document and a pen in front of me, waiting for me to sign.

I shook my head, “But I didn’t kill him.”

John gave me a dirty look, and motioned something to the man behind me. Unexpectedly, I felt a painful shock shooting through my veins, making me scream louder than I ever have. When it was over, I winced in pain and rubbed the skin that was shocked.

“P-please, this has to be a mistake.” I stuttered.

I screamed as another shock hit my skin. An hour passed by, my body had given up, and I panted harshly. My hand twitched as I reached for the pen, and John smirked as I slowly signed the document. I felt so weak-willed, so pathetic, I- I just couldn’t take any more pain.

John folded the papers back and stood up, “Take her back to her cell.”

The other men grabbed me by the arms, my body was still twitching in pain, I could barely walk. My mind was a blur, but for a second, I thought I saw one of the guards having a guilty look on his face.

They opened the door to my cell, and pushed me in, closing the door behind me. My body dropped onto the mattress, as I continued to twitch in pain. Tears rolled down my face as I cried myself to sleep.