Epilogue: Phantom Thief's Victory, or is it?

We docked early the next morning and disembarked. Everyone was searched, and their bags were checked. Luckily I was a master at hiding things in plain sight, and got off the boat with no trouble. I made my way back to my abode to ditch the box and take the jewel. After that I figured I sell the box let the poor soul who got it deal with the police. If I didn't I'd simply leave it in the building I'd been using as my home and have the police chasing dead ends. After all the room wasn't put under my actual name, but an alias. I unlocked my door, and drew the curtains closed. I headed to the basement and set the box on the table in the corner.

I opened it quickly and immediately a sense of wrongness hit me. Cautiously I pulled the felt up, and my eyes widened. The "Diamond of Happiness" was gone; in its place was a note. A note that read 'Loose something?"

"How?" I hissed, "Well, I guess the Phantom Thief U will have to steal it back. You messed with the wrong thief!"

My work was definitely cut out for me. Perhaps some help would be required, but who to go to. I'd have to think on it later, right now a new address was needed. But this heist was far from over, well, if I had anything to say about it wasn't.

Me: Well, that's a rap people. So please leave a review. I know it was short, but it works out better that way for me. I do plan on writing a sequel to this story so please bear with me as I work on that one. Before we leave the wonderful characters will say a few words.

Italy: PASTAAA~

Japan: I am most intrigued to know what happened Brightcroud-san.

Germany: How could anyone get past zhe security?

Prussia: Kesese~ Zhat vas totally unawesome of jou Vest. But vhy vas I Russia's doctor?

Me: That's just how it was in the song man, so that's what I went with.

Romano: Remind-a me why-a the potato b******o was-a on my-a case.

Me: Well, you were the mafia in this. So Hungary, Lichtenstein what are your thoughts on this?

Hungary: Vell, it vas fun. Vill ve be in zhe sequel?

Lichtenstein: I vish big bruder vas here.

Me: Well, I'm hoping to bring all of you back in for the sequel and even add a few in. Lilli I'm going to try and bring Switzerland into the sequel hopefully. So then let's see we've had the journalist, the auctioneer, the police, the doctor, the mafia, the actress, and the waitress talk. That leaves the magician, the mechanic and the politician.

England: It was a great story love, but why was that bloody git, America, the mechanic?

America: Dude it's obvious.

Me and England: *wait for him to elaborate*

America: I'm the HERO!

Me and England: *anime fall*

England: You bloody git!

Me: I just kept to the song, and in the song America was the mechanic.

England: *just sighs*

Me: Well, then Russia looks like it's your turn.

Russia: I had fun. It was nice doing something like this.

Me: Glad you liked it. And to show my appreciation I got you all some gifts. *hands out presents*

*Italy gets pasta, Japan gets manga, Germany and Prussia get beer (and a gift card for a bar), Romano gets tomatoes, Hungary gets a new frying pan, Lichtenstein gets some hair ribbons, England gets tea, America gets a gift card for McDonald's, and Russia gets a bouquet of sunflowers*

Me: While they're all enjoying their gifts please review, and I hope you have a pleasant day. Sayonara for now *waves*.