On Bloody Wings

Disclaimer: Do not own characters from Hetalia axis power or assassins creed, just the situation they were put in.

May not be historically accurate

Chapter 3: Change

Dawn was approaching when Gilbert finally woken from his sleep. Tumbling out of bed, he slowly started stretching his sore muscles. Going to the basin of water he washed his hands and face, afterwards he walked to the chest lying at the foot of his bed, rummaging around to find a nice large brown pack. Yawning, he started to pack up essential things, such as clothes, sheets, paper, ink, books and money.

After having packed is things, Gilbert looked around for the most unrefined clothes he had. Which happened to be: roughed up brown stockings, a stained –from ink- dark grey tunic with leather belt, which he attached his leather pouch on, a long black circular cloak with hood and long leather boots with cuffs. Putting them on, he looked at himself, pleased with the effect of looking like some regular plebian on the street. -With the exception of his complexion and colouring.-

He then proceeded to latch his sword onto his leather belt, tying a leather piece that was part of his sheath on the leather belt. After that was tightened into place he snatched up his bag, and made sure he left nothing important behind. Gilbert then whistled for his bird to come to him, "Come on Gilbird, there is work to be done."

Gilbird shook sleep away as he obeyed his master and flew to latch himself onto Gilberts' shoulder, "Gilbird, I need you in the bag, it would be quite uncommon for a plebian to be walking around with an eagle on their shoulder."

Gilbird squawked, slightly affronted with the idea of going into the brown bag, "Come now, it's really comfy inside! It is just for a bit; anyways you a bit too tired for flying and sitting straight are you not?" Gilbert cajoled the bird.

Squawking again Gilbird consented and let himself be placed in the bag, his head poking out from the top, but hidden enough with the flap of the bag. With that, Gilbert opened the door to his room quietly and stepped out, he closed the door and locked it, putting the bronze key into his other boot before sneaking about in the hallway.

Looking around to make sure no one was there, he made his way down a case of stairs to the second floor, where his guards are staying at. He made his way into the hall way heading to the south wing of the base. As he continued making his way stealthily, he heard noises coming from one of the rooms and Gilbert looked around for a hiding spot. He noticed a door ajar just to his left, a few doors down from where he was. Hastily making his way there, he peeked inside first to find it was a storage closet, relieved he hid.

"Did you see that messenger ?" A male voice asked another.

"Ja, he was strange fellow. Had a message for Sibrand he did, Conrad told him he could deliver it, seeing as we could not get a proper look at the man…and something was strange about him. Either way he refused saying that he had to see the letter go to Sibrands' hands himself," The other male voice responded, as he waited for his companion to lock a door- from what he could make out with the sounds.-

"Oh? Did Conrad fetch Sibrand then?" The first voiced asked as he finished locking the door.

"Nah, he showed us William of Montferrat's seal on the letter…and that is not something you can really fake, so we got a couple of guards to escort him to Sibrand. I did not like the feeling I got from him though," The second voice said as they walked down the hall to the stairs.

"You my friend are thinking too much, it was probably nothing. Anyways did you hear about Rosie …" The first voice said before fading away.

'A letter from William?...hmm, that is nothing strange but…' Gilbert thought before shaking his thoughts away.

Peeking into the hallway, he made sure no one else was around before he once again made his way to the guards'. Knocking softly at the door he waited for a response, when none came he knocked again, this time slightly louder than before. A groan could be heard from the other side before he could hear the telltale signs of someone getting up and making their way to open the door.

The door opened revealing a disheveled and tired appearance of Sir Rolf.

"Gil-"Rolf voiced out before Gilbert covered his mouth with his gloved hand and made his way into the room. Letting go of the captains' mouth he silently closed the door behind him, while the captain stared in surprise.

Turning around Gilbert held out one finger above his mouth and "shh" the captain. He then stepped away from the door and headed to a desk that separated the captains' bed from the other two guards' bed . Speaking of which , who now were both up from the noise the knocking made, and the slight yell of the captain.

Motioning to his guards to some closer, they came, surprise and worry etched into their face.

"My lord," Lutz whispered. "It is good to see you unharmed!"

"Thank you Lutz," Gilbert responded, nodding his head to the knight.

"You!... Sir Gilbert you had us deeply worried!" Albert whispered harshly, irritation and worry colouring his voice.

"I am sorry that I did not live up to my duty to protect you sire," He then added softly.

"Do not worry yourself Albert, it really was more my fault for running off like that," Gilbert responded softly as he patted Albert on the back, before he turned to face his captain of the guards.

Sir Rolf stood there to his right struggling to voice out his frustration on the young ambassador, after much huffing and puffing; in which Gilbert patiently waited for the captain to let his exasperation out, all he ended up saying was, "I am happy that you are safe."

"I believe you just grown older by several years there Captain," Gilbert responded back cheekily, before squeezing the captains' shoulders and saying, "Thanks."

Motioning them to take a seat, they seated themselves on the edge of the bed, waiting for Gilbert to explain to them what he wanted. Putting his bag down carefully onto the table, he checked inside to see, Gilbird happily resting.

Turning he the addressed his men, "There is going to be a change of plans."

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