Someone is behind all of this... And they were with us the whole time...
When Italy told the group this, all of them became silent. No one spoke a word, but the side glances at their neighbors showed that they were all asking the same question in their minds;
Who's the traitor?
Despite the accusing glances sent at whoever each person thought was the most guilty, no one spoke up for the longest time.
Until Russia suddenly gave an idea.
"Why don't we interrogate everyone one by one?" He asked suddenly. "We can see who's the most nervous about it, and might get something out of someone, da~?" Despite the situation, he still held his normal childish grin, which caused America to scowl and push himself out of the bed, going over to him with his eyes narrowed.
"And why should we do what you want to?" He accused, the rest of the group just starring at them silently, none speaking up. In truth, the majority of them believed it was Russia.
"Oh comrade, how else will we figure out this traitor?" He asked with a giggle, but this just caused America to continue.
"I'm not your comrade, and how do we know that YOU'RE not the traitor?" He asked, poking Russia harshly, though he didn't make the slightest movement.
"Well I know I'm not the traitor," Russia retorted. "And I don't believe you should be accusing me like this, Amerika. How do we know you're not the traitor? Or anyone else perhaps?"
The American scoffed at this, though his quickness to accuse the Russian did make the others a bit wary about whether they could still trust America. Russia scowled and looked around at the crowd, suddenly speaking up.
"So then, we are going to sit here and accuse each other while we're trapped in this room?" He asked suddenly. "Anyone of us could be the traitor! But if we just sit here and silently accuse each other of being it, then we'll end up eating each other before the thing has a chance to get to us. Nothing will get done in this way."
The look on the faces of the rest who were silent showed they knew Russia was correct, but were still not willing to trust anyone.
He huffed angrily and whipped around, stalking towards the stairs.
"Very well, be that way," he said. "I'm not going to waste my time with anyone who wants to sit here and do nothing while thinking of who could be this traitor. I'm going to find a way out with or without any of you. Anyone who wants to come with is welcome to."
Though everyone, except America perhaps, wanted to stop him, knowing separating was a horrible idea, no one spoke up, still fearing him.
However, just as he reached the stairs, China suddenly stood up. Giving an apologetic glance to Japan, he hurried after him and the pair left the group and the safe room to face this house alone.