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Alfred made sure he was next to the door rather than right behind it. Wouldn't want to get caught so easily. Instead he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, listening to the faintly muffled words. He didn't get some of what was being said, and the walls were too thick to hear clearly. But when he heard Prussia mention his comment... He peered into the room as carefully as possible. He wasn't surprised that England just turned away. Like it didn't even affect him... But it hurt. His chest ached at yet another reminder of his position.

He pulled back, placing a hand upon his aching heart, and moved to go downstairs. That's when he remembered the Tory. His eyes widened as he stood face-to-face with the startled red-back. The Tory opened his mouth to alert someone, but Alfred was quicker. He hauled back and slugged the man hard enough to shatter the man's nose and knock the poor guy into instant unconsciousness. The man sank to the floor with a loud thud, and Alfred almost cursed.

There went his stealth. Hopefully Prussia got what he needed cause things were about to get out of hand. Alfred flew down the stairs and into the cellar where the gunpowder was kept. He moved quickly, breaking and toppling over the large barrels. The dust flew into the air and coated him in black. He grabbed a small barrel and tore off the cross-straps on his coat, using them for a fuse, as he ran to the ground floor. His face was split into a psychotic grin as he looked for a way to create a flame. THe first place he thought was the kitchen. And luckily it was some sort of meal time... The cooking fire was roaring.
England's next comment was interrupted by a thud in the hallway. Confused he turned back around to see Prussia leaning against his desk on the far side of the room. "Did you hear..." he began looking at the other with confusion. Obviously he wasn't keeping anything to important out. Not that he had to worry with Prussia, the man betrayed the colony already. If there was one thing Arthur knew about his charge was that the boy had a one track mind. Then again Arthur had believed he raised the boy to identify the French as the enemy and he had gone running to Francis.

"Hear what?" Gilbert replied freezing as Arthur turned to him. His right hand stayed behind his back fingers skimming the page he had been about to pick up. Verdamnt what was Alfred doing? The boy could disappear into woods like a ghost but when it came to a house he made more noise than hounds on a hunt. "Your brows sensing something?" he teased hoping the other would turn so he could grab these stupid sheets and get his ass out of there.

Arthur snorted at Gilbert walking over to the door. He knew he heard something. He was surprised to see one of his men... or at least someone dressed in a red coat obviously enough the man wasn't a fully trained soldier, knocked out on the floor. His eyes narrowed and England turned back to look into the room. At Prussia. Who was stuffing the documents on England's desk into his coat. "You playing me the fool Prussia?"

"Nayh, just making sure you'll be paying me back for the debt you owe me" Prussia replied cheekly joining the other at the door. He smirked ready to bolt any second, but tried to give off his usual lax arrogant air. It was hard to though when the British Empire was glaring at you like that. "Come on I'll show you that the kid is all tied up safe and sound so you can stop looking at me as if I'll be joining him in the basement"

England all but chocked at the mention of Alfred being put into the basement. He already doubted Prussia's involvement thanks to the documents, which he wanted back. But also thinking back it was Prussia who tied the rebellious colony up, got him to comply earlier... was left alone with him... then put him in the basement... with the explosives. Arthur growled slugging Gilbert hard in the gut before going down the stairs himself.

He had to make sure the colony was successfully under his control again.

"Schiesse!" Alfred reared back as he nearly collided with the green-eyed Englishman in a very cartoon-esque fashion. He had no idea what that word was, but it seemed fairly appropriate to use at this point in time. He had expected to see Prussia, not England. But that was good too. He grinned toothily at his enemy, holding up the small barrel. He felt it stretch wider as he held up the small flame he had kept protected in his slightly burnt hand, "Payback time Britannia..."

"And I think it's a bit of a blast~" He purred as he tossed the flaming barrel down towards the cellar and booked it for the door. Hopefully England wouldn't do something like trip him up. But hey~ He had a head start. That meant he was Scot free! Awesome!

Arthur stared as what seemed to be his past rushing to catch up with him. The blond boy he thought he knew, roaring about in German, covered in spots of black powder... his eyes widened as Alfred spoke. Payback. That's all this was for the others, payback against him. "Alfred don-" he started but it was too late. The barrel was lit. He growled and turned booking it after his ex-colony. Stupid stupid idiot.

Prussia stood recovering from the blow to his middle. Well Arthur hadn't lost any power yet. The British Empire was still swinging strong. He looked out onto the landing peering down the stairs. "Can't see a thing" he mumbled to himself before hearing yells. In his tongue. He blinked then remembered. Alfred, gunpowder, lighting. "Hurensohn," he growled his eyes flickering back into the room. Then Gilbert grinned... well the place was going up...

Quickly not wanting to get caught in the blast Prussia grabbed the chair from the desk tossing it through the window. He grabbed whatever was left on the desk in case he forgot something earlier in his failed attempt to be discrete and jumped out the window. Prussia hit the ground and rolled attempting to absorb some of the shock. Deciding he hadn't actually broken anything that he couldn't move with he continued booking it out of there.

Alfred laughed as he ran, his powder-stained coat hanging off of his shoulders and billowing out behind him. England didn't understand his love of his lands. Lands he once roamed freely before the strangers on giant ships split his family apart. The one with his face to the north and the dark-skinned ones to the south. He wanted to be free again. And to travel easily. Not be bound to his little plots of land while England hoarded the treasures of his home. He could hear his oppressor following him. But he didn't care.

The powder went off. The shock of the explosion ripped through the air, knocking the fleeing men down. A brief moment of realization hit. Guilt at forgetting the now-dead Tory in the house. But he shoved it away. The man was an enemy, even if he was a citizen... Alfred scampered away, on all fours and rising to two once he built up enough momentum. He had to get away from Arthur and meet up with Gilbert. He launched himself into the air, catching a low-hanging branch, and pulled himself up. He glanced back at Arthur with a sad... and Disappointed expression. And turned away, moving through the trees like a squirrel or a ghost. Reverting to childhood actions to get away from those that he feared would hurt him...

England fell forward with the force of the explosion. He winced not wanting to look back at the burning carnage of the home. Arthur picked up his head to see Alfred scampering away. His heart seized up, and he wanted to yell at him to come back. Gritting his teeth he also stood moving away, wanting to talk to Alfred. Wanting to know why, why now did he have to go and do this. Let him know all the actions brought down upon him were because of his ignorant actions.

"Alfred," Arthur whispered as the boy disappeared from his sight. Who knew the next time he'd see his colony? If he'd see his colony. England watched the woods for a second longer before turning back to the destruction that was left.

Gilbert laughed as he heard the explosion, felt the heat against his back. He always knew Arthur to be slightly crazy, but that much powder and explosives in his house? Shit, his colony was just as batty as him for setting it off. Prussia rolled over onto his back still laughing at the sight. In the distance off to his right he could make out two figures. He quieted watching. One fled, the other standing there a bit lost, mostly betrayed. Gilbert titled his head back up to the sky, and decided he should follow that running figure.

Alfred stopped after a while, sending out feelers to sense for the Prussian. It wasn't hard to feel the void that Gilbert left in his senses. Nor was it difficult to feel the weird sensation of Arthur whose aura was there, but not. He ignored Arthur's aura and headed for the one that felt like Prussia. He was still grinning as he moved through the trees, covered in ash and gunpowder.

He saw the silver hair and smirked. He didn't bother to yell as he dropped down from his perch, and on top of Gilbert like a sack of potatoes. It served the guy right if he got his head bashed. See how he'd like it!

Gilbert had just reached the woods, without Arthur hunting him down and gutting him. For which he was rather proud. England might have a soft spot for their colony, soon to be former, but as far as Prussia went... eh not so much. They used each other when the time was right that was it. And his little exhibitionist move fucking dear little Alfred in front of him then running off with the kid might set him over the edge.

Thinking of his protégé where ha- the thought was interrupted by a bunch of kilos just falling on him. And Prussia went down for the second time that day. He winced and cursed as his face hit the ground. "Hosenscheisser," he snarled checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding. Gilbert looked over his shoulder at what exactly had hit him then laughed, "Revenge kid? Because that's hell of a way to tell someone thanks for not really betraying me~"

Alfred laughed loudly; pleased his little stunts had actually gone off without a hitch. Two in one day? It was just plain... Awesome! He wasn't sure what that word meant, but he was pretty sure it was a curse. He smiled innocently at Gilbert. It was broken by the obviously mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

"And that's how you get the drop on a guy Gilbert~" he chirped, giving him thumbs up and a wide falsely innocent grin, "That was for earlier when you mashed me into the ground like a potato. That really hurt you know~ I had to show you what it felt like? It's just a shame I'm bigger than a short guy like you..."

Gilbert was partially pleased that his student could jump back so quickly. Especially after all the activities that would leave a normal person, or nation, deciding to crawl into bed. Or at least have a limp. That was probably the part that got Prussia, he enjoyed leaving the telltale mark of having thoroughly fucked someone on that someone. But after that drop, well obviously Alfred was just fine.

"That was a teaching lesson~" Prussia replied being cheeky in return as he rolled over to sit. He looked up at the blond beaming down at him and stuck out his tongue, "Taller ones are easier to shoot" he replied crossing his arms in front of his chest. He was not going to pout, no way no how.

Alfred just smiled at the reply. Teaching. Right. He shifted, a flash of pain crossing his face before he could hide it, and caught the other part of Gilbert's comeback. He giggled, though he knew Prussia was right. He was a bit of a larger target. But he was smart about it. Covering himself in gunpowder was part of his plan to hide his bright colors. Blue coats, white pants and blond hair don't exactly scream easy to hide. And the cross on his chest was a big bulls eye saying "Shoot here moron". Not a great clothing choice...

"You Europeans have such weird battle tactics..." he said, smiling as he changed topics, "Your uniforms are so ... Flashy. I am not complaining though. A- England wears the same kind of cross strap. Makes it easy to hit the target. Especially since we are used to hunting our meals. And our targets are a lot smaller when it comes to food."

Of course, the reasoning for the Loud styles of the Europeans was because their method of war was to line up in ranks and use bright patterns to identify allies and enemies on the battlefield. Alfred's preference for guerrilla tactics came from growing up in an environment where the winner was the one who used smoke and mirrors and who wore the colors of the terrain.

Prussia grinned up at his student. "As if you'd know anything about honor," he said leaning back on his hands. "You use your hit and run, which will have to be how you do the most damage during this war. But there's no honor in it, no one will respect you for it. It shows you for the barbarian we think you are," he continued tilting his head father back to look up at the trees.

"Why else did you think we were so fascinated when you came to Europe? They wanted to see how the 'wild' was, we've been if you excuse the inaccuracy, 'tame' for quite a while. Long before any of these humans can remember" Gilbert closed his eyes before continuing, "As far as game goes. Great your boys can shoot rabbits, yours are larger than ours. DO they have the guts to shoot another man? They're civilians, it's one thing to say they will it's another to be face to face with another man and killing them"

Gilbert supposed they should be moving. It was getting rather late in the day. Alfred had blown up the home he had hoped to crash in that night, and no doubt that Arthur would have sent out men looking for them. Which reminded him, he had those papers still. Eh, he'd talk to the kid later about them and figure out what they were going to do.

"Barbarian? Heh. I was raised by redskins before England took me in. They fight different from you guys. i fight different from you guys too," Alfred shrugged, "Honor makes for dead men. Learned that fighting the Frenchies up north and down south. I'd rather be alive and thought less of than be dead and forgotten."

"Not all of them are civilians. We all did our part and learned to kill not too long ago. it's not as big an issue as you seem to think," Alfred quipped, rolling his eyes. He shook his head at the wild comment. As a child he had been wild as his untouched lands. But only a century or so later, he was forced to give it up for the Green-eyed man, "So we are going to sleep in a tree tonight?"

"And we had the crusades, honestly boy you're behind us. You've got a lot of catching up and proving to do. Right now I'm only helping you because I see potential for you to be nearly as awesome as me. Prove me wrong and I'll make sure you collapse so fast that even England will have second thoughts in taking you back" Prussia fell back on to his back again annoyed with his student. Sure the hiding stuff worked; shoot he still did it from time to time. It was a way to knock the rug out from under the enemy, or cut him off at his knees, or whatever the English called it. It still didn't excuse you from facing things like a man.

Besides shot was so much less accurate than a sword. The little round balls flew about anywhere, sure their clothing seemed to scream 'target here' but the chances of hitting with it? Slim when not marching in those lines Alfred was so opposed to. Gilbert raised his head looking at his student at the apparent change in topic again. "Probably kid. You blew up the bed I wanted to sleep in," he replied laying his head back down. Hands linked behind his head as he watched the tree tops above. How long could they stay there before Arthur found them?

"Well excuse me for only being a little less than two hundred years old," he apologized venomously. If his tone had been any more acerbic, he could have pealed paint. He wasn't ironic about it, he was angry. He hated being so young in comparison to the others.

He shivered slightly and folded his arms as a stray breeze blew, the acrid scent of burnt powder wafting along. He couldn't wait to get out of here and somewhere safer. Like a warm inn. Too bad they were technically in England's territory.

"Awesome. I haven't done that in ages~ I know exactly where my old tree shelter is~ I always repair it every spring so that it's there if I need it." Alfred scratched his cheek, "But it's a bit small to fit two people... We can sleep in shifts if you want~"

"Nah~ rather not. You have to do more to be excused by the awesome me," Prussia replied smirking at the tone of the other's voice. He felt better immediately knowing he had ticked Alfred off. Gilbert held up a hand as a demand for help up. Now that he'd been pissed, Alfred had been pissed, and they both thoroughly insulted each other they could move on.

Gilbert snorted about sleeping in shifts. Great watch duty. Watching over the kid none the less. He should have waited until morning to let Alfred Know he was still on his side. A full night sleep would have been accomplished that way. "Yeah sure whatever just help me up kid. You're the one that put me down here in the first place"

Alfred had the urge to toss Gilbert into a tree with the hand held out to him, but he restrained it. Instead he gripped the hand too tightly and Lifted Gilbert completely off the ground. He stood there for a second, wondering what to do. Then an Idea formed. Gilbert would cause problems, so they were going to take a more direct route to the shelter. He tossed the nation over his shoulder and sauntered over to a tree.

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