Paint it Another Colour

Chapter 36

Hello!!! I return!!! GCSEs are over!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH XD So happy. Missed writing this books so much!!!! But I'm back!!!!!!!!! Woo!!!!!!

"Two" Luciano stood at the head of the table, frowning with a confused expression on his face. "Ok, so there are two nations gone..."

"At least we know what happens?" Flavio shrugged and pulled on a piece of hair.

"Three of us gone" Luciano continued as though Flavio had never spoken. "How many have they lost?" He glanced over at Kuro with his now horribly scratched and scarred face.

"Nine" Kuro said blankly.

"We're winning" Oliver shouted from the other end of the table.

"Shut up" Luciano snapped before narrowly avoiding a cupcake lobbed at him. "And anyway, it'll nearly be ten, apparently close to twelve." A murmur arose, floating around the room. "Egil?"

Egil glanced up from the corner where he had curled himself into a ball. He sighed and stood up, picking up a mirror facing the wall and wandering over to the head of the table, presenting the mirror to Luciano. Luciano grinned, his teeth flashing in the half light and turned the mirror around so they could see inside. It wasn't that easy to see, maybe made easier by the unreflective surface, but towards the right hand side of it was a small person. Luciano tipped the mirror forwards and the person rolled away from where they'd been sitting, coming to a stop closer to the front so they could see who it was. Markell leapt up from his seat and shot around the table, grabbing the mirror and peering into it.

"Why the hell is he in here?" he shouted, staring at Egil, who gave a grin that made him look more like his former self, and less like a grieving brother. "I thought... I didn't... this... who's is this?"

"Lukas' really" Egil said. "But now it's ours. It's a 'borrowed-without-permission' type thing, nothing important you see Mark."

"And you knew how to do this how?" Markell raised an eyebrow.

"Loki" Egil muttered. "Obviously. And by the way, his name is Matthias."

Matthias was closer to the glass now, glaring at them, standing with his arms folded as though protecting his ground. His hair wasn't standing on end as it normally was, more dropping slightly in different directions, parts of it being almost completely flat. His face was contorted in anger, covered with a grime of some sort and streaked, but recognisable, and exactly the same as Markell's.

"And what do you plan to do with him now?" Markell gave Egil a slightly disapproving look.

The smile vanished from Egil's face and he averted his eyes a little. "Um... I don't know. I was hoping someone else would have an idea? I'm not the idea person behind all of this am I? I think you all know that by now."

"Right" Markell sounded unconvinced but propped the mirror up where they could all see it and went back to sit between Thurston and Bernard.

Luciano gave it and Matthias a look before turning back to the rest of the room. "Does anyone have any ideas? At all?"

A few hands went up.

"Bury it" Ghazi muttered quietly so only a few people could hear, earning snickers from Hermes and Sadaquat.

Luciano sighed. "Without killing anyone? I'd rather... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd rather we went through this whole fiasco without many casualties."

"Are you feeling alright?" Lutz asked from the next to him. "You don't want to kill anyone?"

Luciano grabbed his head and slammed it into the table. "Anyone, any ideas without too much death?"

"Leave him there?" Vasska shrugged. "I mean, I don't know why you'd trust me, it's not like I know anything at all about black magic, or anything of that idea..."

"Stop being sarcastic and get on with it you arrogant bastard" Tomas snapped.

Vasska glared at him, grinning and showing a single sharp fang. "He's no doing anything from in there is he? We may as well leave him there."

Luciano stared at him for a second with a look that resembled a fine mix between shock and disgust. "That's actually one of the most normal things you've ever said. It actually makes sense and would work."

"What would happen" Tomas leaned forwards. "If we dropped it."

"The glass would smash" Luciano pulled a face. "What else would happen?"

"Matthias would die" Egil said. Everyone turned to face him. "If we dropped it or did any damage to the glass part of the mirror itself, Matthias would die. Even if it was just a scratch, it would destroy everything inside. We could transport the glass itself alone and take the frame away if we wanted and nothing would happen, but one mark on the glass and he's dead."

"Let's keep that safe then shall we?" Markell suggested.

"And now" Sadaquat stood up. "What the hell are we going to do about Francis? Sadik? They're both been sitting in the basement for a while, Francis at least a month now. We all know Matthew got out, so what do we do about them while we still can."

"Probably a good point" James muttered.

Francois glanced at him and rolled his eyes. "Where's Allen?"

"I don't know" James shrugged. "Why do you expect me to know? It's not like I'm with him twenty four seven is it?"

"Let's not" Oliver whined.

"Yes..." Luciano said. "Readdressing the subject of Francis and Sadik?"

"They don't know where any of the future meetings are going to be" James sighed. "There's no point in keeping them down there or torturing them any longer."

"Then torture them without reason" Thurston grinned. "Always without reason."

"Later" Luciano batted him away.

"Death" Merlin shouted, appearing from underneath the table.

"The hell are you doing here?" James yelled.

"My poppet wants to be a nation" Oliver scooped Merlin up and stood up. "Let him be. However, for the time being, I have to agree with them. Give it a little longer."

Merlin sighed and disappeared.

"And I have to agree with him" Luciano said, his eye bulging. "I haven't killed anyone in so long. I need blood."

"Calm down please" Flavio batted at his arm. "You look like an idiot like that. It doesn't do anything good for you."

"He always looks like an idiot" Serafino muttered. Luisa rolled her eyes.

Luciano sighed and opened his mouth to speak.

"Why are we specifically avoiding Francis?" Francois leaned back in his chair to peer around the row of heads at Luciano. "Why don't we just kill them both off now? Removes them from the scheme of things later. Everything's less confusing and it's two less nations we have to kill later on."

Luciano stayed where he was, sort of hovering on one foot as though he was about to take a step forwards, mouth half open from his attempt to speak and eyes staring blankly ahead. He blinked and glanced down the row at Francois before waving his hands as though dismissing the idea. "Do what you want. He's your counterpart, but that's a good point." He turned to face the rest of the room, gaze staying on Francois and Sadaquat for a moment longer than the rest. "Let's kill them."

I feel like this wasn't as good as normal. I'm out of practise!!!!! Sorry if this wasn't as good, and the difference was obvious. They'll be back to normal soon ^-^ In the mean time, hope you enjoyed it, and the next chapter will be coming out soon!!!