"Get back, that's Luciano," James warned Arthur as he used his hand to push him back a step. Luciano then seemed to cringe at something once he had cracked the mirror.

"Now, what was that all about?" Luciano questioned as he glanced away from the now broken mirror with a small knife being flipped around in his free hand. His other hand was still preoccupied with pushing the wooden bat into Allen chest but he had stepped away from standing on top of him.

"Why are you here?" James asked with a cautious look in his eyes.

"I got bored," he replied as he rolled his eyes. It was then when Arthur realised what was so off-putting about this world's apparent Italy, his eyes were open.

"Well you're a fucking arse-hole," Allen commented from his spot on the floor. That comment seemed to have gotten the Italy's attention as he seemed to press more weight down on the bat making one of the bent nails dig into Allen's skin but he didn't seem to bleed. Now because of the angle he was at, Luciano seemed to be depending on the leverage of the bat to hold himself up.

"And you, England," Luciano said pointing the knife in his direction, "you don't seem to be your cheerful self, now do you? But from the looks of that mirror you really aren't yourself, are you?" He continued on, catching Arthur out straight away. Arthur didn't reply as James gave him a weary glance.

"Look, were not looking for a fight here," James stated as he looked back towards the offending Italian.

"Oh, but I am," Luciano interrupted and his started flipping the knife around his fingers again.

"Fine!" Allen yelled from the floor as he rolled over making the bat slip off of him causing Luciano to loss his balance. He stumbled backwards dropping the bat and proceeded to trip over Allen landing on the floor with a thump. Allen then took his chance, quickly pushing himself up off of the floor and picking up his bat in the process. By now James had pushed Arthur back into the other room as he also ran over to the couch and picked up his hockey stick.

"Fucking bastards!" Luciano screamed as he threw the knife from his place on the floor. Even though his was at an odd angle the knife seemed to be straight on point and was only centimeters away from Allen face. There was a strange noise like a dart hitting its board as the knife stuck into the flat end of James hockey stick. No words were spoken as Allen pushed the stick away from his face and launched himself at Luciano bat in hand.

Allen was fast but coincidentally so was Luciano. Tumbling backwards, Luciano was then perched upright as he quickly moved along the floor and under the striking bat. Pulling out another knife he nicked the edge of Allen's ankle making him jump and stumble. As soon as Luciano fully stood he was thrown back by a heavy force. Both Allen and James laughed at the sight before them. There in all his glory was Luciano being pinned to a wall by a very pissed of looking moose.

"Well you're fucked," Allen sneered through his laughing as he used his bat as a leaning post.

"We'll see," he said through clenched teeth as he started pushing the moose away. Though he was in the other room, Arthur could still see everything that was going on, he just couldn't tare himself away from the scene before him. Luciano didn't seem to have any trouble pushing the moose away unlike Allen who had struggled too beforehand. Before Arthur could see it, Luciano had gotten himself free and flipped the moose over on to his back as its four legs furiously flailed in the air.

"Pots! You'll regret that," James growled in a deep gruff voice as he slapped his hockey stick to the ground making the knife fall out and bounce along the ground. As soon as the bouncing knife laid flat on the ground Kumakira appeared out from the darkness and latched himself to Luciano's arm. As Luciano seemed to be distracted by the sudden jump both Allen and James leaped forward with their respective weapons held high. This time it looked like they would get one up on the knife throwing Italian but the plan quickly failed when he used Kumakira to his advantage as a living shield.

James seemed to panic when he saw Luciano raise the bear and was quick to drop his hockey stick and dropped to the floor not wanting to hurt his little friend. On the other hand, Allen didn't seem to mind and hit Kumakira square in the back with his bat causing the bear to unclench its teeth and drop to the ground. James sent a deadly glare over towards Allen as he got back up onto his feet. Finally being free of Kumakira, Luciano then grabbed a handful of knifes out from under his coat and threw all four at Allen who was still standing very close.

"Fuck!" Allen yelled as he fell backwards. Only one knife had missed him as the other three lodged themselves into his shoulder and collarbone. James looked as if to have given up the fight and concentrated of Kumakira's wellbeing even though the bear seemed fine and only having the wind knocked out of him. In his mind Arthur was shouting at himself to leave and go into another room but he was glued to the ground and stuck watching the fight that apparently seemed to be over.

"I'm surprised," Luciano said looking at him, "I was thinking that you would have left by now or at least joined in," he smirked. Arthur didn't reply as Luciano took a step forward. Allen was still lying on the ground as his blood slowly leaked out of his shoulder as he tried his best to rip the knives out. Arthur zoned out and didn't notice how close Luciano was getting to him. All Arthur could think of at the moment was how much he hated Oliver for getting him stuck in this situation.

"Now this," Luciano started as he then suddenly looked away getting distracted by something else. Arthur snapped out of his haze and realised that Luciano was only one step away from him with a knife stationed in his hand.

"Stop it," Luciano whispered to what look like nothing. This act spiked Arthur's curiosity.

"Why am," he went on whispering as he looked towards the ground. Arthur looked past Luciano and saw James looking back with an expression that could only be called quizzical. Luciano eye's then widened as he look utterly shocked.

"NO, HE'S TOTALLY USELESS, I DON'T NEED HIS HELP!" Luciano yelled as he grabbed his head and pulled at his hair, "WHY AM I THINKING THAT!"

"He's lost it," Arthur heard Allen say from the other room.

"THIS ISN'T OVER!" Luciano then screamed as he stormed back into the hallway, passed James who was holding Kumakira and proceeded to kick Allen on his way out the front door.

"What the fucks his problem?" Allen groaned as he wiggled around on the ground still trying to get the knives out of his shoulder.

"Who knows," James bluntly said as he put Kumakira down and walked over to Allen to help him with the knives.

"Does he often act like that?" Arthur asked as he slowly walked back into the hallway. If anything he would say everyone in the room just quickly switched their personalities from being scared and angry to calm and just plainly irritated. If anything, Arthur wanted to lock up the house and make sure Luciano had no way to get back in.

"Well, he does tend to very drastically change his personality from calm and killy to psychotic and killy but the screaming at himself is new," Allen explained as he let James take out the knives in a very unpleasant manner making Allen jump and shout profanities.

Arthur took in the information as he walked back into what could be called the lounge room as it really only contained a lounge and a bunch of loose chairs and boxes that didn't seem to have any purpose. All together Arthur would say that Allen house seemed quite empty and nothing seemed to fit where it was. Knowing he was only distracting himself Arthur went over and sat on the couch.

Luciano looked like he was actually going to kill someone and not take them captive like everyone usually would. Arthur found it strange how calmly he was taking the whole event from the start of meeting Oliver to him now sitting on a couch. Even after all that stuff he found himself oddly happy as a thought hit him.

"Nobody thinks I'm crazy here."

Yay another Chapter on time! Sorry about the strange ending and if the whole fighting scene wasn't to your liking, When I read I don't usually like fight scenes because for some reason they just can't be written right and I can't picture them too well. I guess since your the writer you can clearly see it in your head but that the problem because other cant see what your thinking.

Oh and if you guys are worried about that bad review that was posted effected me and made me want to stop writing don't be. I read it and even though it seemed harsh I found it quite amusing and I mean come on, this is Fan Fiction I'm writing this for fun.

AND SCREW YOU SPELL CHECK I'M AUSTRALIAN AND I SPELL IT 'REALISED' GET THAT 'Z' OUTTA MY FACE.