Day Three. Gilbert had visited Canada. Unfortunately, America had taken the day to finally go to the website where that writer was posting his stuff up. Alfred had driven at speeds that made Italy look slow and had busted down the door; guns blazing and murder on the mind. Gilbert had ducked under the table and Matthew had rushed to calm his brother down. He was an idiot.

Gilbert shook his head and crossed those two out. He had then gone to visit the Pacific nations. Australia and Wy had been running around the area with New Zealand rushing after them. They didn't know anything about the site. They were more concerned about global warming then checking out the website.

…

Huh.

…

Must be some North/ South Gap thing that West had been talking about the other week.

He crossed the Pacifics off his list and scowled. The Middle East and African Nations and Turkey.

…

That was going to suck.

Austria finished off his cake and ate through the Wurst with hardly a peep from the Prussian. He sat quietly and even listened when Roderich decided he had had enough of the silence and started to talk about his latest classical music find.

"I was very fortunate to come across some unfinished Beethoven compositions. They are somewhat faded from age; however they seem to be otherwise intact. I made some scans of the music before handing it over to one of my museums."

"Beethoven huh?"

"Ja. It was a very good find. I believe it was a young Viennese boy who found them in their uncle's attic."

"Huh." Gilbert rested his chin on his fist and stared at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nein. Just thinking." Roderich finished off his Wurst and frowned.

"Anything in particular?"

"Nein, just awesome stuff."

Roderich wiped his mouth and stood up after putting his napkin down, "well. This was entertaining enough. I should be getting back to my hotel."

"Why?"

Roderich stared at him, "why," he mimicked. "We had dinner. There's nothing left that we need to discuss. I need to get back before someone calls in regards to me."

Gilbert grinned and shook his head, "no one is going to call after you. I made sure of that before I came in from the balcony. As for having nothing left to discuss~" He pulled the Austrian's chair over to his, causing Roderich to fall over into the seat. Gilbert smirked. "There's a lot that we need to discuss. You could say that we're ages behind."

"Gilbert. Let go of my chair."

"Why?"

"Let go…" Gilbert leaned in more and Roderich leaned back in response. He felt the Prussian's breathe against his neck and felt his heart race.

…Gott.

Day Four and Gilbert was still nowhere on the writer search. He departed the Greek area before the quarreling nations of Greece and Turkey found him. He crossed them off and looked at his list.

Nada.

He had searched every nation on Earth! Whoever was writing the story was either more invisible than Canada…

Or he had skipped over a nation.

He couldn't have skipped over someone though. He had searched everyone. Hungary, Spain, France, Japan, Germany, Greece, Turkey, Sealand, Cyprus, Wy, Australia, New Zealand, Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Belarus, Ukraine, America, Canada, Russia, Monaco, Portugal, Switzerland…

The list went on forever and he had checked them all at least once over the last month. Who was it! Argh!

He opened his car door and drove over to France's place. He opened the door and smirked. "Have you put dear Roderich into your uniform yet?"

"Nein, I've been looking for our mystery writer."

France shook his head and let him in, "you need to get Roderich into the outfit so that I can meet our little writer, mon ami. He is so good at what he does…" He smiled and picked up a glass of wine that he had no doubt been drinking.

"Ja, I know what you think of them. It doesn't make sense though! How can they write it when all of the countries aren't even at their computers half the time? I know it's not Germany and Italy. I searched everywhere!" He tossed the list down and France looked at it.

"You went to all these countries?"

"Ja, most; some of them were visiting others so it made the job easier."

"Je vois…" He scanned through the list and bit his lip; grinning wider as he looked over the list again. "… Mon Dieu…"

"Hm? What is it?"

"You forgot someone…"

"WHO?" Gilbert jumped up and grabbed his list; scanning it thoroughly for any country that he had missed. "I don't see anyone missing."

France's phone rang and he looked up at the Prussian in disbelief, "you don't?"

"Nein. Everyone is there."

"…"

"Are you going to answer your phone?"

France frowned before thinking of something and going to his phone, "bon soir!" He listened for a minute and grinned, "of course mon Angleterre. I will drop by soon. I would not trust you to get too lonely." He hung up on England and looked at Gilbert happily. "I must get going, mon ami. You may stay and drink some wine if you~"

"Nah. I gotta find out who the heck is missing from my list; unless you want to try to be awesome and tell me."

"Non, mon ami. You would never believe me if I told you. It is quite shocking to me alone…" He pulled on his coat and opened the front door; letting them both out and locking the bolt into place before bidding the Prussian farewell.