Ok, remember that letter England wrote in the previous chapter?

Remember that.

It may or may not be important later.

This is a filler chapter... (Also kind of a bonus cause I already posted today)

It's also what you might call a foreshadowing chapter (Hence the name)

The reasons I added this little bit was:

A. It'll be important later

And B. I noticed a huge lack of awesome in most Revolutionary America fics.

And while I was in Williamsburg, I had the privilege of listening to a 'lecture' by Lafayette3

And believe it or not, he actually mentioned the Prussian guy who helped train the American troops!

(Made me, as a Prussia cos/roleplayer, extremely happy ^-^)

Also an entire room in the palace (I think it was the palace) was Prussian blue (it was the ballroom)

(Which also made me happy)

And (like in other chapters) ignore the lack of me writing out accents.

I rarely write out accents just cause if I do it once I ALWAYS have to do it.

So without further procrastination, I give you...

Upstream

'Foreshadowing'

America jumped back, his hand flying to the pistol on his belt. "W-who are you!? I demand to know!"

The dark figure outside his tent laughed. "Kesese, I sure gave you a scare, didn't I?"

"...Prussia?" America grinned, and his hand dropped from the pistol and fell back to his side. "Yeah, you had me totally freaked out, dude. Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Ja, well, I saw you opening the door and I couldn't resist." He shrugged.

"Good thing you did... I was coming out to look for you." America went back into the tent, gesturing for Prussia to follow, which he did. Prussia sat in the exact same chair that France had been in just a few minutes ago, and America sat in the one he had been in. Did he see France sitting there or is it just a coincidence that he chose France's over mine?

"And why is that?"

"Well, France and I were talking, and I realized I hadn't actually thanked you for all the help you gave me with this thing. I couldn't have won without you guys supporting me."

Gilbert smiled. It was rare that he showed a genuine smile, one that wasn't mocking or taunting, but this was a rare occasion. It wasn't every day that you win your freedom. "Anytime, Amerika. The awesome me doesn't mind helping out my awesome friends."

"I forgot to tell France this, but if you ever need something, I definitely owe you a huge favor. Make sure you use it before one of us goes out of business." He laughed. "Not that I think we will, of course. It would just totally suck if someone died before you could get back all the favors they owed you." They both laughed, then America put on his 'thoughtful' face. "But y'know, if anyone died, it would totally be you."

Prussia shook his head. "No way. You will so die first. No way the awesome me is going down before you."

"Yeah, but you mentored me here, right?"

Gilbert gave him a wary look. "You could say that, sure."

America grinned. "The mentors are always the ones to die, and the ones they taught grow up to be heroes or whatever."

Prussia swore, and America laughed. "Haha!"

"Ja, ja. But I'm safe until you're a hero."

"But Prussia, I already am a hero!" He paused. For dramatic effect. "A hero of the people!"

If there was a wall, there would be a hole in it the size and shape of Prussia's head.

NOW.

(something else to remember, HAHA)

Remember what America thinks up there, about Prussia in France's chair instead of his own.

Any ideas what that might mean?

Muahaha, this chapter is freaking full of foreshadowing.