It was a rather a surreal moment when Arthur glanced at himself in his body mirror. His hair was now a darker shade of red, thus giving off a strawberry blonde look, and the clothes Elizabeta brought for him hung off his body more than his tighter fitting regal clothes did-it made it seem as if he had no muscle underneath- but underneath the baggy overcoat was just a simple button down shirt with a vest over it; which descended into simple black trousers and black loafers. He was far too immersed in this new side of him, not even bothering to protest when Elizabeta came up behind him and began to comb through the knots in his blonde locks. However, when Francis stood in front of him to fix his black tie, Arthur growled and presented the Frenchman with a glare. "Ugh, Francis! I was looking at the mirror!"

"Oui je sais. For the past twenty minutes, you have been." Francis shot back, keeping his face neutral as he fiddled with Arthur's tie. When he deemed it acceptable, he huffed low in his throat as he sidestepped away from both Arthur and the mirror. "He looks so bland…"

"We aren't here to make him flashy." Elizabeta said as she finished up combing through the prince's hair. "We don't need anyone recognizing him, after all."

Elizabeta turned on her heel and traveled along to the coffee table, where she left her bag before spraying the red into Arthur's hair. She picked up her beige colored bag and began to rummage through it, humming in delight as she pulled out her clasp wallet. "Come here, Arthur." She ordered, pulling out forty British pounds from her wallet-money she normally doesn't throw about. "Here's a little something." She held out the currency when Arthur was within arm's reach.

"Liz!" Arthur exclaimed, his emerald eyes widening at the sight of her offering money. "I'm the prince of the United Kingdom, I have my own money, I don't need to take yours…" He said, trying his best to have Elizabeta slip the money back into her wallet. "Besides, I should be the one gifting you money for helping-"

"Arthur Archie Kirkland of England." Elizabeta interrupted, causing Arthur to shut his trap and listen. "Take it, fiú. It's your special night. Go have fun with it." She grabbed onto Arthur's wrist with her empty hand and lifted it up. She then placed the money inside his palm and let go. "It's not like Roderich and I are poor."

"You better let me repay you for this."

"When I am ready to retire, then yes I will."

Arthur frowned while Francis headed towards the exit door. He placed his hand on the golden knob and said, "Je ne veux pas ruiner ça mais... " He pointed one of his thumbs out to the door as the duo by the coffee table devoted their attention to him-Elizabeta furrowing her eyebrows in confusion before Arthur whispered the English translation to her. "The guards are switching. It's time to go now."

The duo sprung into action as Francis opened the door wide and allowed the other two out of the bedroom. As to what Francis said, there were currently no guards stationed in the hallway, and their footsteps could be heard descending the stairs just a little way ahead. Elizabeta and Francis lead the way as they slowly followed the path the guards traveled on.

The trio slowly went down the stairs when the night guards began to go on up to their position. But, of course as per the plan, the guard outside of Arthur's bedroom at night, Gilbert, just had to stop and annoy the group. "Oh hey, brohas!" He called out when Francis entered his line of sight, and then, "Hey, Elizabeta." He said when he registered the Hungarian, but became dumbfounded when, "Uh… hey?" He saw Arthur hiding behind the two. "Who's he?"

"Oh! This is… Edward! One of Francis' new cooks." Elizabeta said, coming up with a fake alias for the prince on the spot. "Isn't that right?"

"Oui, the queen hired him to help me cook for the prince."

"But, Arthur wasn't feeling well. He went to bed early so we couldn't introduce Edward to him."

"Huh?" Gilbert squinted his crimson red eyes as he examined the boy from head to toe. "Is he on the night shift?"

"Uh." Arthur uttered before Elizabeta could come up with a plausible lie. "I was supposed to leave an hour ago, but I stayed over so I could see the prince. Unfortunately, he is ill..."

"Do we need a doctor?" Gilbert asked, since something seemed odd from this new cook. The new cook seemed familiar to him, but he didn't know why.

"Oh no! It's just a stomach ache." Elizabeta hollered, her voice wavering in tone, but Gilbert didn't acknowledge that. "If I know him, he'll be fine in the morning."

"Should we tell the queen?"

"What is this, mon ami?" Francis piped in. "Twenty questions? Elizabeta and Edward have to get home."

Elizabeta nodded and bid Gilbert farewell, while Arthur bowed his head before skidaddling along and following his nanny. Francis stayed behind to momentarily chat with Gilbert, as the other two were continuing on with the plan.

"That kid seems familiar..." Gilbert muttered, causing Francis' eyes to nearly pop free from his skull. Luckily, Gilbert ended up shrugging before cracking a smile and asking Francis. "Anyway, brohas, have you seen the new maid!?"

As Francis and Gilbert were fawning over the new addition to the maids, Elizabeta and Arthur were breezing through the remainder of the palace. The kept their eyes forward and they walked towards their destination with long strides. When Arthur saw the grand entrance to the palace, the horde of butterflies in his stomach doubled in size. He was excited and scared, and Elizabeta noticed this as she glanced over he shoulder. "Don't worry, Arthur. You're going to have an amazing time tonight."

"I'm not worrying, no, I'm excited..." Arthur smiled softly, which grew larger when the guards at the entrance began to open the door to the outside. The blonde prince leaned towards Elizabeta to whisper, "I haven't felt so excited since I was eight."

The two guards opened the door, a gust of wind blowing in and ruffling Arthur's hair. Elizabeta wished the two guards a good night before the two of them hurried on out of the palace. Arthur noticed another set of guards opening the gates for them, as the night time tourist had their cameras ready in case the queen was leaving. The tourist were thoroughly disappointed with the two unknowns stepping out of the palace, and went back to snapping pictures of the palace before walking off to another destination to take pictures of. Arthur sighed in relief after noticing that no one thought of him as the long lost prince.

Arthur began to look around him. At the cars driving by, the street lights casting down on the cobblestone streets, bright multicolored lights shining in the distances, and inhaling conflicting scents that were foreign to him inside the palace. He began to feel nauseous in his stomach, and he began to feel his chest tighten from all these new things smacking him upside the head. However, his sense for adventure was flaring, and he began walking around in his own free will. Since Arthur was walking towards the bright fluorescent lights calling to him in the distance, Elizabeta silently prayed that the prince wouldn't get into any harm, before she began her journey to her apartment.

The people who passed by Arthur considered the possibility that the poor sod was drunk, or had just taken a sniff of some drug, because of the boy's prince walked about with his attention captivated by everything little thing. A trinket in the window would cause him to fawn for five minutes before he would move on, he would bob his head along with the beat of the music radiating out of a nightclub, and he would sneeze and gag at the overwhelming stench of perfume when passing by women who dosed themselves with the whole bottle.

Luckily, no one seemed to recognize who he was. No one seemed to put two and two together and notice that the baby prince from the pictures had grown up to be him. And Arthur hadn't felt so relieved in his entire life.

That was, until he reached an empty street. The buildings were mostly apartments or abandoned office spaces that were for sale, which contained dark alleyways between each building. Arthur was breathing in the chilly air while walking on the sidewalk, when a grey car rolled past him and was placed into park a little ways ahead of him. A girl with curly, blonde, short hair came stepping out of the car. There were profanities shouted between her and the driver as she stepped out, and when the girl slammed the car door shut, the car began to drive off and the girl held up her middle finger as he drove off.

The girl grunted as she turned around and saw Arthur staring at her, with his bushy eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slightly agape. "Excuse me, Miss..." He said, the girl presenting him with a glare-due to her anger from the very recent break up. "Um... Is everything all right?"

The girl didn't answer him, as she began to breeze past him. She was shivering in the cold London hair, because she would never give up her favorite short skirts, and Arthur took note of the behavior. Being a true gentleman, he slipped off his coat and stopped the girl one more time.

"Take it." He ordered, holding out his coat for her.

"What...?"

"Go on."

The blonde girl continued to stare at Arthur as if he was an alien. Deep down she knew she wouldn't be left alone until she took the article of clothing-she's seen too much Dateline NBC-, so she haphazardly swiped it from the regal-looking blonde boy. "Hey, dude, what's your name?" She asked, slipping the coat over her shoulders.

"Arthur." The prince answered, not bothering to follow up with his alias. "And yours, Miss?"

"Amelia."