"Then we'll have to use brute force" Wolfgang picks up his sword from where it's embedded deep into the wood and swings it.

"There's no need for that."

The door, having swung closed, opens slowly and a man with sunglasses, a purple scarf, blonde hair and an oddly placed curl walks in, slowly.

"There's no need for brute force. We don't need to use anything like that because they will surrender, won't you?"

"Who the hell is this dude?" Alfred shouts, pointing. "He looks nothing like any of us."

"Well that's rude" he says, resting his chin on his hand. "My name is Flavio but... I guess you can call me... 2p Lovino."

Lovino splutters. "This guy's me? What the hell is wrong with this bastard world? This guy looks nothing like me."

"Why would I want to look anything like you?" Flavio says, cocking his head to one side and grinning. "And anyway, it doesn't matter does it."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Andrés snaps. "You're ridiculous."

"No, I was sent here" Flavio directs his smile at Andrés and then towards Antonio "Aww, isn't your counterpart adorable? He looks just like you."

Antonio scoffs and glares at Andrés.

"Why're you here?" Wolfgang says. "Just tagged along, prepared to get beaten up this time?"

"No, of course not" Flavio sighs. "Why would I want to do that? I've been sent along to help you as I think we all know that you two just resolve to violence when a hair is split." Andrés scoffs. "We don't need to go all violent. That part will come along, eventually. They won't just surrender."

"You just said that they we would" Yao says. "Make up your mind already, this is incredibly confusing for us."

"You will do, eventually" Lovino peers over his glasses at him, revealing blood red eyes. "But for the time being, we're only here to talk."

"Oh yeah, and what makes you think we're interested in what ever you have to say?" Arthur folds his arms across his chest and glares at him.

"Because, mio amico, it involves putting a stop to all of this" Flavio glances around the room, looking at no one in particular.

"Who's idea was this?" Andrés snaps, twirling his halberd in his hand.

"Not mine" Flavio says.

"Go on then, what is your preposition?" Francis says.

"In the next few days, you will all receive a card with a city name on it. In one week, we want you all to be there, in the centre of the city" Flavio looks at Wolfgang and Andrés who seem to finally acknowledge what is going on.

"And what will this accomplish?" Ludwig says.

"That, you will have to find out for yourselves" Flavio turns and walks towards the door, followed by Gilbert. "We will be going now."

Andrés sighs and falls backwards out of the window, smashing glass everywhere but not hitting the ground. Flavio and Wolfgang close the door behind them.

"Wait, what?" Alfred charges towards the door and throws it open. The secretary looks up at him, puzzled.

"Is everything okay sir?"

"The two men that just walked out of here" Alfred says. "Where'd they go?"

The secretary frowns and looks about the corridor. "No one came out of the room sir. The only people in there have been you and the other allies."

Okay, I'm sorry it's so much shorter than the other ones, and I'm sorry it's not very good but... you know, I left the last one where it was and then left it too long so had forgotten what the heck I was even talking about :DMiddleEarth4eva