Disclaimer: Do not own characters from Hetalia axis power or assassins creed, just the situation they were put in.
Note: May not be istorically accurate
Chapter One: Introductions
" Where, did he go?!" Gilbert muttered as he checked his surroundings on the roof. "I swore he was here a second ago."
He walked closer to the edge of the roof to check if the man may have jumped down to the streets below. But he did not glimpse a speck of white clothing anywhere. Sighing he walked away, moving closer to the gazebo shack that was on the middle of the roof, exhaustion finally hit him, and hard. He immediately sat down outside of the gazebo, and leaned his head against the railings.
"Hm…so how do I explain this one?" Gilbert asked himself, as he relaxed further on the roof top. "They will probably try and maim me whe-AH!"
Suddenly a hand shot up from the curtained gazebo and covered his mouth. He was then pulled into the shaded area and flipped to the ground. His face kissing the floor, arms held behind his back, legs and body pinned by the sheer weight of another and a knife at his throat.
" Who are you?" The figure asked in a low voice.
"Let go of me!" Gilbert yelled at the person; before his face was bashed harder onto the floor, disorientating him for a moment. He felt the dagger dig deeper into his skin. The ringing of bells could still be heard and the assassin was cautious, he waited a few minutes listening for signs of guards that might have heard, but none came.
"I suggest you do not yell again, or I will end your life!" The person said lowly, whispering the threat into his ear.
"Truly ? Well kill me then ," Gilbert said calmly into the wooden floor that half of his face was pressed against, his words a bit jumbled but good enough to understand. Ever the hard headed person he was, he goaded the man further. "Come on, do it you coward! You do not have the balls to fight me in a man's fight."
The person, who he now certainly believed was the assassin he had been searching for chuckled. "You are but a child; you would not know how to truly fight, especially against a person like me ."
"I am not a child! Why does everyone keep telling me that?" Gilbert mumbled into the floor, loud enough for the assassin to hear. "Now let me go you infidel!"
Gilbert's head was suddenly yanked back, earning the assassin a groan from his hostage before he pressed his dagger harder into alabaster skin, rivets of blood now spilling. "You have some nerve talking to your captor like that!" The assassin told him. "You may carry a sword, but you do not seem to be a knight, or a guard for that matter . Especially dressed the way you are, more like a young lord playing a dangerous game."
"Well your deductions skill is obviously lacking! I am a knight, a Teutonic knight for that matter!" Gilbert told the assassin angrily, as he tried to wiggly free, before being pinned down harder onto the floor.
"Not a very good one. I saw you there at the hospital; someone with your features does not go unnoticed," The assassin said to him deadly serious. "Yet you did nothing to stop me from slaying the grandmaster, you stood there at the columns and watched. What type of knight is that? Were you struck with fear little knight? ... No, that could not be it, for I remember catching a glimpse of your face after I killed that man, I remember seeing satisfaction from those ruby eyes of yours, at what, I can only guess. Now what is it that you want from me?"
"…" Gilbert was silent for a moment, closing his eyes briefly as he contemplated what to say next. "Alright I guess your deduction skills are not that bad..."
" Out with it!" The assassin said to him harshly, yanking his hair harshly to emphasis his low patience. "I do not have time to play games, with the likes of you!"
"But I was having so much fun!" Gilbert grimaced, before a sly smile coming to his face. "Now really patience is a virtue, you would think that is something an assassin learns, what with stalking your prey and all."
"I am starting to believe you have no value for your life." The assassin told him.
"I value my life, immensely actually." Gilbert responded, before he was pulled up and shoved against the hard wooden railings, disorienting him briefly.
"Lucky for you I do not kill civilians ," The assassin said before he fled.
After a moment Gilbert quickly regained his footing, only to notice the assassins' robe moving out of the gazebo. He ran to the other side of the gazebo and pulled the curtain aside only to find the assassin had already disappeared.
"I am not a civilian but a Teutonic knight !" Gilbert yelled out.
Sighing, he leaned against the railing of the gazebo once again, resting his arms on the railing while propping his chin on top of them as he watched the horizon hoping to glance a speck of white.
"Scheiße he got away, but damn is he fast," Gilbert muttered. "I wonder how he learned to speak French so well."
Note: For the life of me i can't figure out what those shack things on the roof are called...if someone knows and can tell me that would be great!
To: A reviewer: Gilbert associates himself as being fifteen, because that is what he looks like, but no he is much older...yes he's a nation not human.
To: Kokyou Konran: Thank you so much for the review :) I will try and update quickly.