Red Eyes

A Battle

Here we go.

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Luciano watched everyone talk with sick glee. This was happening. This was it.

He just had to get Arthur to join him. Thats who he wanted. But, he wouldn't mind if Gilbert joined. Or both.

That would make him happy.

The throne room was insanely large, with a single burnt throne at the end. There were windows extremely high up, at the level of the Golden chandelier.

This was what he had spent alot of time making. The throne room was supposed to have thrones for every axis member, because, really, no other member mattered.

Giggling darkly, he went and sat on his (burnt) throne. Matt seemed to understand what he wanted, because he made Arthur and Gilbert kneel facing away from him. Both of their heads were down, and they were silent. Smart.

Lutz hadn't brought Feliks and Vash yet but Luciano wouldn't let that bother him.

They were working for him anyways.

He grinned and crossed his legs, preparing to give a speech.

That was, of course, when the mirror started to glow and their 1ps stepped in.

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Alfred raised his pistol and pointed it at Luciano, who frowned.

Kiku and Kuro pulled their katana's out, stepping forward.

Alfred growled. "Okay dude! We don't want to fight, so just hand out friends back, and we will be on our way."

The door on the other side of the room opened and Lutz walked in calmly, alone.

He grinned lazily at seeing Alfred. "What's up?" He asked.

Germany looked horrifyed at seeing his 2p. Every other 1p looked mildly disturbed.

Luciano looked at Feli and grinned.

Lutz's lazy grin turned evil.

"Okay, you can have em. Come on in boys." Lutz looked at the door.

And in walked Vash and Feliks.

Feliks looked the worst out of the two. He was pale, his hair was a mess and his eyes...

His eyes were emotainless. They seemed to have all light and life drained right out of them.

Vash on the other hand, just looked pained. He had nasty bruises covering his face, plus a small collar looking thing around his neck.

Both of them were holding swords.

Voss, who was in the crowd, winced apon seeing Canada and Vash. He proceeded to hide behind Vogel, who was glaring at her 1p.

Liechtenstein lowered her gun, looking at her big brother with hope in her bright green eyes.

"Big bruder?" She asked.

Toris looked like he might cry as he lowered his sword.

"Feliks!" He cheered.

Vash went to take a step forward, his eyes widening, when Lutz handed something to Luciano.

Vash immediately stopped, flinching.

Feliks just stared emotainlessly at Toris.

"Feli?" Germany asked uncertainly, stepping forward but not lowering his pistol. "Bruder?"