Playing the Fool

Chapter 32

America felt a little out of place as sitting on England's desk, watching the magic trio milling around the room. Half of him wanted to call them out on the fact that magic wasn't real, but the brief resurfacing memories of Salem kept his mouth shut. He'd been more then a little wary around the subject since then, it was better to call it fake then revisit the painful memories. The screaming, the roaring fire's that consumed innocent lives... America's first real look at how unjust and cruel the world could be. All that blood, pain, the fear he'd felt when the town started looking at the fact he hadn't aged in over twenty years.

"We're about ready America... Alfred? "

Snapping back to the present at the concerned sound of England's voice, America gave a weak grin.

"Whazit? I'm sorry, what?"

Scoffing England rolled his eyes before saying in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Pay attention will you, I said we're about ready to begin the calling. You'll need to join the circle or leave now... unless you want to have the joy of trying to get your 2p back into the mirror."

America chose to ignore the muttering between the trio as he got up to walk over. 

'Nothing changed... nothing will ever change.'

America sighed, eyes growing dull as he sat where Norway instructed. Studying the runes and amulets the trio had basically covered the mirror with mild interest, he waited while they chanted what sounded like made up words.

Then a voice rang out of the mirror, at first faint like it was the speaker was under water. But Alfred found himself cringing once he realized who it was the trio had managed to call.

"-and keep that little-!"

Allen Jones, of course of all the 2p's they had to end up talking with his own 2p.

"Well well well, if it isn't the choir boy? Haven't seen you in a few years, what's with the meeting of the magic nerds? Don't tell me we're into magic now, I'll never hear the end of it."

The brash American look alike grinned manically at them, lowering his dark shades his reddish brown eyes gleaming with amusement. 

"We don't have time for this, just tell us if you know how Oliver got out of the mirror!"

Blinking in surprise at what England said, Allen frowned pushing his shades back up before slowly saying.

"Wait... that's the reason Ollie hasn't been bugged me? HEY FRANCISCO! WHAT HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT US BEING ABLE TO GET OUT?!"

Wandering out of the mirrors view until Norway muttered a spell to fallow the brunette. Allen was lazily swinging his nail riddled bat over his shoulder then back to his side as he wandered over to a seated figure a few feet away.

"Luciano mentioned it in passing a few days ago I suppose... so he really got out then?"

Fransisco muttered dully, smoke coiling around him as he stared towards the walls of their prison. Disinterest clear in his voice, his dull purple eyes flickered over at the watching 1p briefly. Before with a heavy sigh through his nose, muttering briefly under his breath before pointing his ever present cigaret at them.

"Two things. First it's rude to stare, second what this kid do to make you send her here with known "psychos'" ... Not that I care, but this kid doesn't seem capable of doing something so bad that you'd send her in here with us."

"Not capable?! HA! That dolls just as violent as the rest of us, did you see the bruises she left?"

Allen piped in, glaring at someone who was sitting next to the Frenchman. Much to their surprise, Fransisco's eyes flashed in anger briefly before dully stating.

"Provoking her until she lashed out doesn't really count... hey kid, wake up, we've got visitors"

America's eyes widen in horror at who was yawning at the Frenchman's side, rubbing her eyes sleepily before gasping in surprise. 

"You've got to be kidding me..."

America said, voice thick with shock as the same face who'd said goodbye not ten hours ago smiled brightly at him. 

"Minnesota?"

(To be continued...)