A/N: You know what they say that when no one fills your request, take the matters into your own hands? Well here it is. I got attacked by a giant mocha wearing a plunny suit, so you guys get a prologue. Also, nothing belongs to me. Hetalia belongs to the great Himaruya Hidekaz, while Detective Conan (which for some reason is known as Case Closed in North America) belongs to the one and only Aoyama Gosho. So, unless you'd believe they are the same 15 year old nerd girl, then I don't own anything. (But someday, I WILL marry one of the N American twins /shot). And before I forget, this isn't an AU.


He sat in the corner of the hotel room, chuckling at the thought of it. Not even that so-called hero staying at the next room would be able to stop him. He finished polishing the last grisly deeds needed to commit this murderous act. Yes, that person was definitely right in saying that this would be the most spectacular show he would ever witness. For it truly is spectacular, and no one would be able to ruin it for him.

A/N: And there goes the really short prologue. This fanfic would update daily if I have lots of spare time, weekly if I have less than that, and monthly if I have almost none at all. This would show up in AO3 and Live Journal later. You should expect longer chapters next time.