Playing the Fool

Chapter 30

Something was off, very very off about this. Sarah didn't smirk, not like that, not outside of playing video games where you knew she'd kick your butt. And especially not at D.C., something was wrong and America was going to find out what. Leaving the pair in the living room watching Monty Python, America excused himself to the rest room. Well that's what he said, but the second he left the room his investigation began.

'Everything seems normal... overly pink I guess. Seriously, Sarah may not hate pink but she doesn't like it this much?'

America thought to himself wandering the halls of the little house, the normally grayish blue and yellow house. Half of the halls had been redone in a bright pink and blue color... with swirls. Narrowing his eyes, Alfred traced one of the many swirling spirals on the wall. Only to pull his hand away in disgust as his hand was now covered in wet paint. 

'This stuff's fresh? Was she painting just before we got here? But Sarah hates the smell of wet paint...'

As he passed a room with an open door, America glanced back. It was the only room that had been open, that was also odd. Normally like her windows, Sarah liked her doors open for the better ventilation of fresh air. That only added to the list of oddities, but this one took the cake. 

The mirror, it was in the open not in the attic like they planed. Not covered up, and that was not a good sign. Walking over to it he was surprised to find it wasn't his reflection looking back at him. That was all the confirmation he needed to verify this was that mirror. 

Glancing over the figure raised one lazy eyebrow.

"Oh joy, here I thought I wouldn't have to see your face again after being locked up in this mirror for... oh how long has it been? Twenty? Thirty years? It's hard to tell time in here..."

"Luciano, if you have anything to do with how weird Sarah's been-"

America was cut off by the mad Italian's laughter, hand on his gut he smirking up at him.

"What could I possibly have to do with anything? If you haven't noticed, I can't exactly do anything here. Or are you really that stupid?"

"You could have-"

"What scared her off with my oh so threatening presence? If you haven't noticed unless I can physically touch you, I'm not exactly dangerous... Tell my fratello I said that and I swear when I get out of here I'll-"

Rubbing his chin, Luciano smirked suddenly. Laughing to himself he glanced over his shoulder, muttering something under his breath before glancing back at the now concerned American.

"Come to think of it... something has been off about the mirror these past few days... weeks? Time is really hard to tell here, anyway some ones been missing in action. It's been too quiet without their oh so friendly chattering attempts around here. Tell me, have you been enjoying a lot of mysterious pink cupcakes lately? I don't know how the girly freak got out, but no ones seen him for a long time and there's only so many places to go in here."

Turning away from the mirror Luciano called over his shoulder as he walked into the mist.

"And if one freak can get out... that means the rest of us can as well. It's only a matter of time America, we'll be back in control of the underworlds again. Ah, to be free... I have a lot of catching up to do when I get back out there."

(To be continued...)