Day 3: Morning - Involvement

"Hello?" You muttered, rapping a knuckle against the conference room doors, "Hello? Um...It's almost eight...why is the door locked?" You jiggled the knob a little. This was definitely odd. From what you could hear, no one was inside the conference room, and no one was coming to the conference room. You sighed loudly and hung your head, "That frickin' Eagle brat must be pulling a prank." You growled as you began to walk away from the large double doors.

About five steps away from the doors, a soft murmur sounded behind you.

"Ahh...Uh...Blizzard...ah..." Feliciano yawned from behind you, "Sorry about that...I ah...must have fallen asleep at the door."

"Oh. Uh, that's...alright?" You replied, walking back to the doors to meet the Italian. He wore a sleepy expression as he shuffled his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. Feliciano flashed a lazy smile as he motioned you to enter the room, you followed after him, only to see Blitzkrieg, Shinobi, and The Gladiator all staring at you. Your stomach flopped, your intuition telling you that something bad was going on. Hesitantly you took a seat and kneaded your fingers together, nervously awaiting for the silence to be broken. The tall blond German leaned over to his Japanese companion and whispered something to him in which the shorter dark-haired man glanced over at the older Roman whom pursed his lips then sighed. They seemed to be talking to one another through their body language. The Italian took a seat next to you and focused his amber gaze down at your fingers then up into your (color) eyes, the light behind his irises flickering with a slight worry. You darted your eyes away, feeling uncomfortable, and looked at the trio at the other end of the room still communicating through their body language.

The silence was killing you.

"So uh...Where is everyone else?" You muttered, breaking the silence.

Blitzkrieg looked at you then shifted his gaze to White Lightning before sending him a slight lip twitch and a wince. Feliciano placed a hand on yours and squeezed, his palms were sweaty and quivering, he was obviously bothered by something, but what?

-Meanwhile in another place at the same time-

"Dude! I said I was sorry! I said it like...fifty billion times! Sorry!" The Eagle apologized profusely.

"Sorry? 'Sorry' doesn't cover anything. With the little fluke in the system we could be in serious trouble Alfred." A malicious voice spat.

"Is only third day. We still have 11 more day." Koschei mentioned.

Silence.

"Time is of the essence. With Eleanor's little slip we may need to...cut some ties." The same malicious voice chuckled, "I always hated that Frenchman anyways."

"Ahah! No way bro! That's like. What?! Come on, we just found Frenchy like...a week ago! He's amazing at intel and all that jazz."

There was another silence. A longer, more tense, silence.

-Back in the awkwardness of conference room 1-

The Roman sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. You could feel vibes of uncertainty radiate off of him. A light knock echoed around the large room, startling everyone.

"Hey, hey. Blitz? C'mon...I have some good news." T.K. mumbled from behind the large doors.

"Damn it..." You heard the German grumble before opening the door.

The albino Prussian waltzed in, a smirk plastered on his face. Everyone stared at the man as he found a seat and drummed his fingers excitedly on the wooden table.

"Alright, out with it." Blitzkrieg sighed.

"Ohkay. So, remember our little...incident yesterday?" T.K. looked over at you and pointed in your direction, "The one you were in."

Your eyes flickered in surprise, recalling the near-death experience then nodded.

"Well, turns out Sunca and Sirventes are related, siblings." There was a snicker in his voice.

"Oh! Yeah, Sunca came up to me the other day and said something about him changing his mind?" You piped up. Everyone else looked at you like you suddenly sprouted three heads.

"So, you..." Feliciano started but was cut off by a cough from Shinobi.

"Well turns out Sirventes works for..." T.K. glanced side to side, "King A."

The air grew tense. The Defiants seemed to gulp collectively. You on the other hand were confused as hell, but decided not to speak up since the others looked too on edge. A moment passed before Blitzkrieg paced to the Prussian and placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer and whispered something in his ear, making the albino's eyes widen and dart to you. By now your intuition was telling you to run, to hide, that whatever you just heard was not meant for you, but you were pinned to your seat. Everyone's eyes were on you again. You glanced over to the once cheery Italian who now looked sad, heartbroken almost, like you had just died in his arms.

"What?" You asked, a slight irritation edging your voice, fed up with this strange tension.

The Gladiator's grip on you tightened.

"Looks like you just became involved."