Francois looked at the Italian like he lost his mind, "why should I go out there and look for that scaredy-cat?" "Oh come on Francois! We need to find our 1ps and I want you to find some candles," said Oliver with a smile. Shockingly the other 2ps nodded. The main reason for it was, because their phones were dying one by one. Francois snorted as he lit another cigarette, "fine I'll get the dame candles and if I see my 1p I'll bring him back too." He slowly got up from his seat and left the room. "How much do you want to bet that he'll forget the candles or his 1p?" asked Al. Matt chuckled,"your on." Out in the hall Francois puffed out smoke, as he headed down the long hall. "Why should I look for my 1p? We already have the annoying brat, the quite ghost, and the cussing Brit! Why do we need more?" he asked himself with a frown.
After a while of walking he decided to take a short break. He looked around for a place to rest when he hears a small scream. Francoise gave a low groan, with that he lit another cigarette and started to head into the direction of the scream. "I be its a rat or the carpet don't match the drapes," he said with a snort. His 1p was so girly and a weakling. He moved closer to where the girly scream cam from,"Hmm?" I didn't know we had a dining room in this place." With a shrug he open the door to see only darkness. On the other side of the room France was panicking. The only thing he was doing, was waiting for England so he can mess with him. But now he was in the dark, and he started to smell smoke.
"England if this is your magic's doing so help me!" France yelled with a hint of fear as the smell of smoke got stronger. "So I'm the cussing Brit now?" asked a deep voice. France shivered as he recognized that voice. "Please be England," he said as a dim glowing red light got closer. "No, not England," said the voice as the light got lower to the ground. France looked up to see his tired 2p looking right at him. "Now all I have to get is the candles," he said as a puff of smoke came out of his mouth and onto the tiny Frenchmen. France coughed and covered his eyes, this gave the 2p a chance to grab him. Francois grabbed the tiny man and dropped him into his pants pocket.
"Let me out!" yelled the 1p as he wiggled about in the pocket. "No, now stop moving or you'll fall, was all he got back. After a while Francois made it back to the meeting room with his 1p and the candles. "Well he got the candles," said Al with a smirk. "Did you find your 1p?" asked Oliver. "Ya, the wimp is asleep in my pocket," he said as he dumped the candles on the table. Each 2p grabbed a candle and lit them. "Now then, it's my turn," said Luciano with a evil smirk. "Oh I'm coming to brother!" said Luciano's all to happy brother Flavio. Luciano pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "fine you can come."
