"Well, well, well," Belarus said as she entered the through the window. "I see that you're having a nice little conversation with the little murderer, Latvia."
"Oh, your wickedness, I didn't…. uh…. mean-"
"Oh, I'm not worried about you, Latvia. Why don't you join Estonia and the other one in peeling grapes?" Belarus said cutting off whatever Latvia was going to say to justify his talking to Liechtenstein.
"But your wickedness, my job-"
"The crystal ball will be fine, just go join the other two monkeys while I'll have some girl talk with the little murderer," Belarus said moving closer to Liechtenstein.
"Are you sure, your wickedness?" Latvia asked as he began walking backwards towards the door.
"Positive," Belarus stated.
"Yes your wickedness," Latvia said, turning to leave.
"Oh, Latvia, before you go can you please give Estonia and the other one this list of chores?" Belarus asked pulling a long list out of her pocket.
"Of course, your wickedness."
"Make sure that you guys use two coats of paint when you paint the ceiling of the downstairs bathroom. And be sure to turn the curling iron off when you finish curling the hair of the troll that lives under the bridge. Oh, and be sure to sweep up the ashes of the south wall after you guys burn it down," Belarus said as she handed the list of chores to Latvia.
"Yes, your wickedness."
"Oh, and remember that the equipment for rebuilding the wall after you burn it down is in the trunk in the attic," Belarus said as Latvia looked at the chores list.
"I won't forget, your wickedness."
"Also don't forget that the paint to paint the spines of those encyclopedias is in the basement."
"Noted and stored," Latvia said as he left the room.
"Are you comfortable, Ms. Murderer?" Belarus asked turning back to Liechtenstein.
"Not really this room is a bit too chilly for my taste," Liechtenstein said standing up so she wouldn't have to sit on the cold floor any longer.
"If you had a little more meat on your bones, you wouldn't be so cold," Belarus sneered.
"Oh, are you going to feed me? That cheese fondue you left me earlier was fabulous, but next time you should leave out the sleeping spell." Liechtenstein was beginning to sound too snarky for Belarus's liking.
"I'll make you plenty of cheese fondue, if you give me back my shoes," Belarus snapped.
"That's so very kind of you," Liechtenstein said, "but I'm sorry, it's not possible for me to hand the shoes over to you. They are cursed."
"How unfortunate, I was going to make you so much cheese fondue that your little stomach would burst," Belarus said moving behind Liechtenstein.
"That would be fun to sweep up," Liechtenstein said, her voice full of sarcasm.
"That's what monkeys are for, Ms. Murderer," Belarus said, placing her hands on Liechtenstein's shoulders. "Now let me have my shoes."
"I'm sorry but Ukraine the Good Witch of the North cursed them and they can't come off my feet," Liechtenstein said feeling slightly uncomfortable with Belarus's hands on her shoulders.
"Well, then I guess I'll have to take you to the dungeon to force those shoes off your little feet," Belarus said pointing her sharp fingernails into Liechtenstein's shoulders.
"I don't think that will break the curse," Liechtenstein said.
"There are ways, Liechtenstein, there are ways," Belarus said as she dug her fingernails deeper into Liechtenstein's skin.
"Look, Ms. Belarus, if I could take off the shoes I would. But unfortunately they're cursed pretty badly on my feet," Liechtenstein tried to explain; ignoring the pain of Belarus's nails poking at her skin.
"Oh, I'll find a way to get those shoes off," Belarus said moving her hands off Liechtenstein's shoulders. "Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania! Come take the murderer to the dungeon!"
A/N
I think Liech was being weird in this chapter.
Review to keep me motivated!
E/N
Weird? I think she was being downright witchy…
