I woke up earlier than I usually did and found my way toward America's tent. I pulled open the flaps and walked in. I sat down next to America and shook him awake. Even if that meant saying goodbye to some of his training time. It would be worth it.

He groaned. "Five more minutes please George." I smirked.

"Wake up." He jolted up into a sitting position and saw me.

"What are you doing in here?!" I glared at him.

"Do you want to wake everyone in the camp? Be quiet. And I don't mean shut up. Had I meant so I would have said be silent." He grinned.

"Wish I could use that one on England."

"Rule number one, never compliment your enemy. Also, why do you freak out when you say words like bloody, wanker, and other English words?"

"Because those are England's words. Not mine."

"Do you intend on making a whole new language? Get dressed and I swear if you ask why I will make you work twice as hard today, even with the early awakening." He gulped and quickly started getting dressed.

"Are the others up?"

"No. Just us."

"Are you bipolar?"

"Excuse me?" I said curiously.

"Your emotions seem to be all over the place. Like angry and sometimes it's like your a nice person." I frowned.

"No. I'm not bipolar. Something you should understand is that we're not on a personal level, we only know each other on a formal level. Because you wanted me to teach you how to fight."

"Who's Romano?"

"Ask Spain."

"Prussia, I would love to get to know you on a personal level." I stood up. He'd gotten dressed now. I grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of his tent. "What-"

"I said be quiet. Are you old enough to drink?"

"No, Washington says I'm too young."

"But you're a teenager…"

"I know."

"What about smoking?"

"I'm not allowed to."

"Well then prepare to break rules." He beamed, eager. "What? Is England the only adult you've ever met?"

"No I've met France before."

"Well there comes a time in a man's life when it's time for him to make his own rules, or bend the rules to your advantage." Fritz wouldn't support that but right now I'm trying to make America like me, and it seems to be working.

"Then England is a hypocrite?" I smirked.

"It depends on who you ask. If you asked West he'd tell you that bending the rules is the same as breaking them. I'm sure that England, being the gentleman he is, would agree with him. There are two types of people in this world. The followers and the leaders. I would be a leader."

"Then why are you angry when I don't listen?"

"That's what you called me here for. To teach you how to fight. On the battlefield, rules are never meant to be broken or bent because that can lead to pain or death. The battle field is a very strict place to be. If you aren't prepared then it will destroy you. Now we need to be silent. I can't afford waking my own men."

We made it onto the boat and I finally let go of America. I opened my cabin and shoved him inside. "Sit down." I stopped whispering. He sat down and I walked to my desk, opening a drawer. I pulled one of the drawers open and took out a pipe and a light. I lit it and handed it over to America.

"You're a colony so therefore you can drink. Hopefully soon to be a country. You know, I think you would have done way better under my leadership. I have many places under my control and they seem to rather like me well. Even the ones I used to control still like me."

"You've set some of yours free?"

"When they were ready to lead themselves, yes I did." I handed him the pipe before lighting one for myself. I walked to a cabinet and opened it, pulling out my riding crop. He stared at it. I looked over at him.

"What is it?"

"What is that?"

"Incentive."

"For what?"

"Don't worry about it right now. Let's go down and have some beer." I closed the door and the drawer and walked down to where we kept our Prussian beer. "If you can't hold your liquor, tell me now." I said, looking back at America.