In the end, the countries decided to forgive Canada. Each and every one of them admitted they had slighted him more than once or twice. Russia had been hard to convince. Surprisingly, it was the countries in his own house that convinced him to let go and not introduce Canada to his metal pipe. Rather more surprising then the normally timid Baltics plucking up the courage to try and stop him from his revenge, was the fact Russia actually listened. He did however, threaten Canada that he will not hold back should this happen again,though "Russia is sure you will not break into Russia's house again." Russia had stated with an icy beam. "Unless you want to become one with Russia,da?" Canada had been shaking so hard his figure seemed to blur. Canada wasn't used to being noticed, and was definitely not used to confrontation.

Nevertheless, Canada's hunting spree had the desired affect. The other countries not only noticed Canada now, but also respected him. And because the most respected countries respected Canada, other countries began to notice him. All of a sudden, Canada wasn't invisible anymore. He walked with more confidence than before, and when he entered the conference room, he was able to sit down without being sat on.

Canada was happy, but he still had one question. So he caught Italy alone one day while Germany was distracted. "Italy." Canada called out to the Smaller country. "Ah! Canada!" Italy turned laughing to Canada . "What's up, ve?" "Why?" Canada asked. "Why did you help me?"

Canada stood behind Italy while he was preparing his pasta sauce. He drew his gun and pointed it at Italy's thin back. His thumb rested on the trigger, but Canada couldn't bring himself to shoot the gentle country. "You aren't going to shoot?" Italy said quietly, startling canada. He took a few steps back. "Is that alright, Canada?" Italy turned to look at Canada. His caramel eyes were wide open and focused, different than the usual Italy. Canada's eyes widened. "You noticed me?" Italy smiled carelessly. "I always notice you, Canada. After all, were the same aren't we?" Italy dumped the sauce into a pot. "Because everyone thinks we're weak countries and overlooks us. But we're both really strong, aren't we?" Italy put the pot on the stove, but didn't turn it on. "Your plan to make them notice you, will it work if you don't shoot me?" He asked. Canada took another step back. "You want me to shoot you?" Italy twisted his trembling hands together. "To be honest, I don't like getting hurt. It's much better to surrender, I think. But I've learned that being strong is being to grow past the pain, not to avoid it. " Canada couldn't help but notice the trembling in his shoulders and the fidgeting of his fingers. "Me too." Canada said quietly, lowering the paintgun. "I've learned that being strong isn't hurting the innocent, but protecting them." He pulled a white notecard out of his pocket and and pen and quickly, but neatly printed a message on it, before dropping it on the floor. Then Canada turned and left the room as silently as he had entered. A moment later there was a loud clanging noise and a cry from Italy as he spilled the pasta sauce all over.

"America-san" Japan grabbed the man by his bomber jacket sleeve and pulled him out into the hall. "America-san, I think I know who is doing this!". America stopped walking for a moment, then brushed ahead of Japan. Japan stared at America's back trying to read his emotions. "That's awesome dude!" "Wait!" Japan beconed America into the conference room. "come here, anyone could overhear us." Japan closed the door behind him, then walked over to the board, quickly making an illustration. "I've been taking notes and I've noticed some things out of place. There were so many signs, I can't believe we didn't notice earlier!" He began writing on the board, excitedly. 'There was maple syrup and scones in the cupboard in the kitchen. The scones are England-sans, of course, which he tries to serve at every meeting, but why was there maple syrup?" America stood quietly in the back of the room and didn't speak, but Japan didn't notice, he was too excited with his discovery. "And then when China got shot it could only have happened if the person was already in the room. We thought everybody had left, but what if they didn't?" He guestured this notes. "And how he got into the locked houses and rooms!" Japan's face was flushed with excitement. "I'm sorry America-san, but you yourself said there's only one person you know who can pick locks. You said it was-"

"Canada." America finished from the back of the room. "Of course! The only thing I can't figure out how he knew you'd be getting Germany-san to investigate the kitchen...unless-" Japan stoped abruptly. There was a sound like a gun clicking behind him. He turned around quickly. "You're not America." He met the cold violet eyes and stared down the barrel of the gun. "Nice of you to notice." Canada smiled coldly and fired the gun. It hit Japan in the stomach,and he fell to his knees with a grunt.

If that was a real bullet, " Canada stated with a bitter tone "you would be de"America-san" Japan grabbed the man by his bomber jacket sleeve and pulled him out into the hall. "America-san, I think I know who is doing this!". America stopped walking for a moment, then brushed ahead of Japan. Japan stared at America's back trying to read his emotions. "That's awesome dude!" "Wait!" Japan beconed America into the conference room. "come here, anyone could overhear us." Japan closed the door behind him, then walked over to the board, quickly making an illustration. "I've been taking notes and I've noticed some things out of place. There were so many signs, I can't believe we didn't notice earlier!" He began writing on the board, excitedly. 'There was maple syrup and scones in the cupboard in the kitchen. The scones are England-sans, of course, which he tries to serve at every meeting, but why was there maple syrup?" America stood quietly in the back of the room and didn't speak, but Japan didn't notice, he was too excited with his discovery. "And then when China got shot it could only have happened if the person was already in the room. We thought everybody had left, but what if they didn't?" He guestured this notes. "And how he got into the locked houses and rooms!" Japan's face was flushed with excitement. "I'm sorry America-san, but you yourself said there's only one person you know who can pick locks. You said it was-"

"Canada." America finished from the back of the room. "Of course! The only thing I can't figure out how he knew you'd be getting Germany-san to investigate the kitchen...unless-" Japan stoped abruptly. There was a sound like a gun clicking behind him. He turned around quickly. "You're not America." He met the cold violet eyes and stared down the barrel of the gun. "Nice of you to notice." Canada smiled coldly and fired the gun. It hit Japan in the stomach,and he fell to his knees with a grunt.

If that was a real bullet, " Canada stated with a bitter tone "you would be dead."ad."

Italy stared at Canada for a moment, then laughed. "Silly Canada! Didn't I say? It's because we're the same, after all!"