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[Fanfic] Påskekrimmen – Part II
Title: Påskekrimmen – Part II
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nike2422
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Belarus, England, Norway, Russia, Tony
Warnings: Death by murder? Some violence.
Summary: The mangled body of Tony is found in the snow in Siberia … or is it?
Older Stuff
Part I
Part II
Russia reached down and grabbed America before he completely fell in the snow. “Don’t do that! Siberia is not the place to get cold and wet from the snow!” Russia looked over at her sister as she covered the body with the tarp. “Belarus, help inside and give him something warm to drink.” He put his hands under America’s arms and helped him back to his feet.
Belarus walked over to take a very grief stricken America back to the building, but before she could reach him he spun around and glared at Russia.
“How did this happen?!” He spat out. “Answer me! What did you do to him?”
Russia stared at him, “I did nothing but find him, and have England contact you.”
“You’re lying!” America shouted. He lunged at Russia and shoved his shoulders. Russia stumbled and almost fell back into a snowdrift.
Belarus jumped between them; her knife held in front of her. “Stop it!” She shouted at him. “He did not kill the alien!”
Russia stood to his full height and smiled. “Belarus, take America inside and help him calm down.”
Belarus put away the knife and grabbed America by his arm, pushing him in the direction they came. As they crossed over the hill the men he had seen earlier came toward them carrying a box and a bag. “Tony … “
“They are taking him to a research center.”
“What? No!” America began to struggle. “I fuckin’ promised him I would never let that happen!”
Belarus stopped and glared at him. “They are going to perform an autopsy!” She grabbed his arm again and dragged him to the small building.
America felt his body go limp. He let Belarus lead him inside and over to a table and chairs sitting in front of a large brick furnace … stove … thing … that took up most of one wall of the building. He sank into one of the chairs and felt like he hadn’t slept in years.
“Would you like some tea?” Belarus asked as she opened the door of a cupboard and took out two cups.
“Eh? Don’t like tea. Do you have coffee?” He made a face at the mention of tea.
“Yes, I have coffee.” She took out a jar of instant coffee and put a spoonful in the cup. She walked over to an inset in the stove/furnace thing where a tank sat and poured steaming hot water into the cups.
America blinked when he saw the hot water fill the cups. “That’s impressive. Is that a big stove?”
“It is an old Russian stove. It also heats the home and is the best place in the house to sleep.” Belarus brought over the cups and set them on the table. “Hungry?”
“Always.”
She went to the cupboard again, opened another door and pulled out a tall, cylinder shaped cake. It had white icing on top and in red letters in the center:
XБ
America looked at it over his cup of coffee. “What is that?”
“Kulich. It’s traditional for Easter.” She cut into it and put a slice on a plate. After serving him she sat down and sipped her tea.
America ate some, and found it delicious. “This is good!” He looked at the funny looking letters on top. “What does that mean?”
“They are the first letters of the words “Christ is risen.””
“Oh. Cool.” He took another large bite. “I like the raisins and nuts in this.” He finished the cake and sipped his coffee. “Thanks.”
“Welcome.” Belarus watched the men walk by outside carrying the box to a waiting truck.
America turned to see what she was looking at and became very sad again. “Are you sure it’s him? Or even an alien?”
“Won’t know until we get the results from the lab.” Belarus set down her teacup and looked at him. “You do not need to worry, we have the best scientists for this kind of research.”
He wanted to argue that point. America knew he had the best scientists in his country for research about aliens and UFOs. “Do you do this kind of thing very often?”
Belarus shook her head, looking sad. “No, not any more. I really miss it too.”
America blinked, rather surprised by that remark. “You miss looking for UFOs?”
“Yes. Used to have all the money and time we wanted for research. But then after the Soviet Union collapsed, no more.” She sighed and sipped more tea.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Belarus looked at him.
“Uhhh, I mean, not sorry the Soviet Union collapsed of course.”
Belarus glared at him.
“I-I mean … sorry you don’t get to look for UFOs like you used to!”
She frowned, but then they both looked at the door when it opened and Russia stepped inside.
“Ah, I see you’ve started on the kulich.” He walked to the cupboard and took out a teacup.
“I made an extra one.” Belarus said. “Are they going to get the results of the McDonald’s bag to us first?”
“Yes. They will have that ready for us very soon.” Russia set down his cup of tea at the table, and then brought over a plate to cut a piece of kulich.
America drank the last of his coffee, looking at Russia. The alien was found dead in his country, but who else would do that here, other than Russia? “Why did you have England call me, instead of you?”
“I thought it would be better, hearing it from him instead of me.” Russia ate a bite of the bread. “Mmm, thith is gooth!”
Belarus beamed at her brother’s praise.
That night they slept in the small building with the large stove. America became horrified when he learned he would sleep on top of the stove with Russia while Belarus slept on a small bed near the hearth below. Despite Russia’s loud snoring, he found the bed on top of the stove comfortable and warm; he instantly fell asleep and dreamed about being a lumberjack most of the night.
The next morning America stared at the bowl of steaming hot mush Belarus called kasha. After adding plenty of honey and milk to it he managed to get it down. While Russia and Belarus cleaned the little building for the day, a messenger arrived with an envelope. America watched Belarus open it and read it, then show it to Russia.
“This is … this is unexpected.”
America couldn’t stand it anymore. “What? What is unexpected?” He jumped out of his chair at the table and walked over to them. He frowned when he looked at the paper and realized it was in Russia’s moonspeak language.
Belarus reread the report. “The analysis of McDonald’s bag and food wrappers shows … salmon and dill sauce.” Looks at America. “I’m afraid there is nothing else there.”
America stared at them. “Salmon? Since when does McDonald’s serve salmon?”
Russia and Belarus exchanged glances. “It depends on the McDonald’s and what part of the world they are in.”
America stared. “Huh?”
Russia. “Don’t you eat at McDonald’s in other parts of the world? Germany serves beer.”
“India serves no beef burgers, and Japan has shrimp burgers.” Belarus added.
“In Russia you can get blini and deep fried brie.”
“Oh, those are tasty too.” Belarus nodded.
America looked between them. “Does anyone eat a burger at McDonald’s anymore?” Thinking about them made him hungry for one … or a hundred.
“Different people like different food. McDonald’s adapts.” Russia smiled.
“I like the pasta they serve in the Philippines.” Belarus added.
“Pasta … in the Philippines.” America shook his head. “Okay. So which countries have salmon burgers with dill sauce at McDonald’s?”
Belarus read more of the report. “Norway, and Finland.”
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Author’s Note: In Norway there is a very curious Easter custom involving murder mysteries. People in Norway love to read these stories for the holiday and many stories are published for Easter. With the recent news from the British Tabloid the Sun publishing the story about the dead alien in Siberia, I thought a murder mystery would fun. Part III will come soon.
Author:
nike2422Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): America, Belarus, England, Norway, Russia, Tony
Warnings: Death by murder? Some violence.
Summary: The mangled body of Tony is found in the snow in Siberia … or is it?
Older Stuff
Part I
Part II
Russia reached down and grabbed America before he completely fell in the snow. “Don’t do that! Siberia is not the place to get cold and wet from the snow!” Russia looked over at her sister as she covered the body with the tarp. “Belarus, help inside and give him something warm to drink.” He put his hands under America’s arms and helped him back to his feet.
Belarus walked over to take a very grief stricken America back to the building, but before she could reach him he spun around and glared at Russia.
“How did this happen?!” He spat out. “Answer me! What did you do to him?”
Russia stared at him, “I did nothing but find him, and have England contact you.”
“You’re lying!” America shouted. He lunged at Russia and shoved his shoulders. Russia stumbled and almost fell back into a snowdrift.
Belarus jumped between them; her knife held in front of her. “Stop it!” She shouted at him. “He did not kill the alien!”
Russia stood to his full height and smiled. “Belarus, take America inside and help him calm down.”
Belarus put away the knife and grabbed America by his arm, pushing him in the direction they came. As they crossed over the hill the men he had seen earlier came toward them carrying a box and a bag. “Tony … “
“They are taking him to a research center.”
“What? No!” America began to struggle. “I fuckin’ promised him I would never let that happen!”
Belarus stopped and glared at him. “They are going to perform an autopsy!” She grabbed his arm again and dragged him to the small building.
America felt his body go limp. He let Belarus lead him inside and over to a table and chairs sitting in front of a large brick furnace … stove … thing … that took up most of one wall of the building. He sank into one of the chairs and felt like he hadn’t slept in years.
“Would you like some tea?” Belarus asked as she opened the door of a cupboard and took out two cups.
“Eh? Don’t like tea. Do you have coffee?” He made a face at the mention of tea.
“Yes, I have coffee.” She took out a jar of instant coffee and put a spoonful in the cup. She walked over to an inset in the stove/furnace thing where a tank sat and poured steaming hot water into the cups.
America blinked when he saw the hot water fill the cups. “That’s impressive. Is that a big stove?”
“It is an old Russian stove. It also heats the home and is the best place in the house to sleep.” Belarus brought over the cups and set them on the table. “Hungry?”
“Always.”
She went to the cupboard again, opened another door and pulled out a tall, cylinder shaped cake. It had white icing on top and in red letters in the center:
America looked at it over his cup of coffee. “What is that?”
“Kulich. It’s traditional for Easter.” She cut into it and put a slice on a plate. After serving him she sat down and sipped her tea.
America ate some, and found it delicious. “This is good!” He looked at the funny looking letters on top. “What does that mean?”
“They are the first letters of the words “Christ is risen.””
“Oh. Cool.” He took another large bite. “I like the raisins and nuts in this.” He finished the cake and sipped his coffee. “Thanks.”
“Welcome.” Belarus watched the men walk by outside carrying the box to a waiting truck.
America turned to see what she was looking at and became very sad again. “Are you sure it’s him? Or even an alien?”
“Won’t know until we get the results from the lab.” Belarus set down her teacup and looked at him. “You do not need to worry, we have the best scientists for this kind of research.”
He wanted to argue that point. America knew he had the best scientists in his country for research about aliens and UFOs. “Do you do this kind of thing very often?”
Belarus shook her head, looking sad. “No, not any more. I really miss it too.”
America blinked, rather surprised by that remark. “You miss looking for UFOs?”
“Yes. Used to have all the money and time we wanted for research. But then after the Soviet Union collapsed, no more.” She sighed and sipped more tea.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
Belarus looked at him.
“Uhhh, I mean, not sorry the Soviet Union collapsed of course.”
Belarus glared at him.
“I-I mean … sorry you don’t get to look for UFOs like you used to!”
She frowned, but then they both looked at the door when it opened and Russia stepped inside.
“Ah, I see you’ve started on the kulich.” He walked to the cupboard and took out a teacup.
“I made an extra one.” Belarus said. “Are they going to get the results of the McDonald’s bag to us first?”
“Yes. They will have that ready for us very soon.” Russia set down his cup of tea at the table, and then brought over a plate to cut a piece of kulich.
America drank the last of his coffee, looking at Russia. The alien was found dead in his country, but who else would do that here, other than Russia? “Why did you have England call me, instead of you?”
“I thought it would be better, hearing it from him instead of me.” Russia ate a bite of the bread. “Mmm, thith is gooth!”
Belarus beamed at her brother’s praise.
That night they slept in the small building with the large stove. America became horrified when he learned he would sleep on top of the stove with Russia while Belarus slept on a small bed near the hearth below. Despite Russia’s loud snoring, he found the bed on top of the stove comfortable and warm; he instantly fell asleep and dreamed about being a lumberjack most of the night.
The next morning America stared at the bowl of steaming hot mush Belarus called kasha. After adding plenty of honey and milk to it he managed to get it down. While Russia and Belarus cleaned the little building for the day, a messenger arrived with an envelope. America watched Belarus open it and read it, then show it to Russia.
“This is … this is unexpected.”
America couldn’t stand it anymore. “What? What is unexpected?” He jumped out of his chair at the table and walked over to them. He frowned when he looked at the paper and realized it was in Russia’s moonspeak language.
Belarus reread the report. “The analysis of McDonald’s bag and food wrappers shows … salmon and dill sauce.” Looks at America. “I’m afraid there is nothing else there.”
America stared at them. “Salmon? Since when does McDonald’s serve salmon?”
Russia and Belarus exchanged glances. “It depends on the McDonald’s and what part of the world they are in.”
America stared. “Huh?”
Russia. “Don’t you eat at McDonald’s in other parts of the world? Germany serves beer.”
“India serves no beef burgers, and Japan has shrimp burgers.” Belarus added.
“In Russia you can get blini and deep fried brie.”
“Oh, those are tasty too.” Belarus nodded.
America looked between them. “Does anyone eat a burger at McDonald’s anymore?” Thinking about them made him hungry for one … or a hundred.
“Different people like different food. McDonald’s adapts.” Russia smiled.
“I like the pasta they serve in the Philippines.” Belarus added.
“Pasta … in the Philippines.” America shook his head. “Okay. So which countries have salmon burgers with dill sauce at McDonald’s?”
Belarus read more of the report. “Norway, and Finland.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author’s Note: In Norway there is a very curious Easter custom involving murder mysteries. People in Norway love to read these stories for the holiday and many stories are published for Easter. With the recent news from the British Tabloid the Sun publishing the story about the dead alien in Siberia, I thought a murder mystery would fun. Part III will come soon.