Luciano - 2p Italy Veneziano
"2p me is so uncool" Francis moaned, dropping his head onto the table. "Messenger. I mean, messenger?!"

"Well, I guess that if we have one of the captive, it may get just a little easier from here on" Arthur said.

"However uncool your... evil side? Can we call them that?" Alfred turned to Yao who shrugged. "However uncool your evil side is, we still need to try and work out where the hell they're going to attack next. That would definitely give us the upper hand. And now that we have one of them, they..."

"May come round and take one of us?" Ludwig came into the room and sat down on the now larger table.

"Hey dude" Alfred shot to his side. "Is he talking? Well... well... hey? Is he? Is he?"

"The more you say the question doesn't mean that you're more likely to get a better answer" Ludwig grabbed his head, hissing and then threw it away. "He refuses to talk. What he says is what he wants to say and nothing else at all. If he doesn't want to say something, he doesn't say it."

"Can I suggest that we apply a little more force?" Ivan picked up a pick-axe from under the table.

"That is no way to treat anyone" Yao snapped. "But if that's what you think, I won't hold you back."

Ivan smiled and shifted the pick-axe to the opposite shoulder.

"We're not going to kill him" Arthur rolled his eyes. "You're all so hopeless. If we kill one of them, they'll come back looking for revenge. You've seen how... well... violent they can be. They're slowly trying to get rid of us but if we give them a reason to, they can destroy all of us right here, right now. We don't want to give them that opportunity."

Francis sighed. "Then what are we going to do?"

"I've never known you to give up so easily" Alfred prodded him thoughtfully.

"I have" Ludwig said.

"Shut up you" Francis leapt up and pointed at him. "You had a gun what else was I going to do? Let you shoot me? You'd have killed me and that would've sucked."

"And the world would be a merrier place" Arthur smirked, keeping his head down. Francis rounded on him glaring.

"We'd be better off if you'd have let lovino join" Feliciano folded his arms tightly. "He kicked 2p Francis' butt, and you just told him to get lost. That's not nice you know. He could've helped us. You let Mathew join and he's Alfred's brother so why don't you let my brother join?"

"Because no one likes him" Kiku muttered so quietly only Yao heard, who stifled a laugh.

"We did offer him a position but he declined it" Alfred peered over the top of his glasses at him.

"Yeah well..." Feliciano started then hesitated, went to speak again, and stopped. "What's that?"

All talking stopped. For a moment there was silence, then a whimper and what sounded like something metallic striking something definitely not metallic. Alfred stepped closer to the door and pressed his ear against it. Nothing, and then the metallic sound again. And then a little bit later, a high pitched scream. He threw the door open and came out into the hall. "What the hell?"

A man in a brown military suit with red eyes and hair the colour of dried blood shrugged. In both of his hands were knives and there were another number strapped to his belt. On one side of his head, was a long curl of hair.

"This is like my worst nightmare" Arthur said, coming up next to Alfred "I'd recognise that curl anywhere."

Luciano giggled and lobbed one of the knives down the corridor, past the door to the other wall, creating the metallic thud they'd heard. Pinned to the wall with two more knives was Mathew one of them resting just above his head, possibly the reason he'd screamed.

"I heard" Luciano said, walking forwards in a wavering line. "That you have our messenger. That right?"

"Maybe" Francis came to stand just outside the door.

"Hey, it's you. You're the pathetic 1p version of our messenger" Luciano laughed, pointing and pulling at his curl. "My god, and there's me. Hi" Feliciano stared at him, mouth still opening and closing like a fish's. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm in the middle of a game so, bye bye." He throws another knife and it knocks one of the ones pinning Mathew to the wall. The knife wavers but doesn't fall. Luciano creases his nose. "Nah."

Ludwig steps out from the conference room, removing his gun from his belt, stands in Luciano's way and points it at him, joined by Kiku almost seconds later. "We can't let you continue I'm afraid. This is our colleagues brother."

Something flashes in Luciano's eye and he takes a fresh set of knives out of his belt, two in each hand. "What?" he whispers chillingly as Ivan steps out to stand next to them with his pick-axe.

"I don't like Mathew or Alfred I just want a chance to use my new pick-axe!" he says happily.

"You're... standing in my way?" Luciano hisses, pointing two of the knives at them. "I ought to kill you all now. Every last one of YOU."

Alfred takes out his gun and points it at Luciano from the doorway. One of Luciano's eyes swivels round to watch him, the other stays watching Ludwig,  Kiku and Ivan

"I'm not being funny" he says in a suddenly dark and slightly gruff voice. "But that could've been one of the worst things you've ever done. You've all just made a mistake."

"What was it you said Arthur?" Yao mutters. "We don't want to give them an opportunity to get angry with us? What if they kill one of us?"

"Well then if we fight back, they'll fight back with twice the power" Arthur sighs. "I'm afraid we appear to have hit a dead end here."