No Beta so errors are my own.

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I can feel the frown pulling into a snarl. Damn, how does this always happen during a summit meeting? It like the Star Clan debacle all over again. The Death Scythe had better have a good reason for not BEING HERE.

'I need some help concerning a specialize lesson for one of the Death Scythes. He has a bit of an issue of being inconspicuous. I am letting him come with you to France and give him a crash course.' I recall Death telling me.

Bah! What the hell does Death know about inconspicuous? The last time he was inconspicuous was before I was born! A witch starts another chant and I dodge and punch her, hard enough to knock her out for a good while. So far, 7 witches and only one left. She is smiling. I glare at her. My senses pick up something and I look up. Another witch is about to land a spell when suddenly came a familiar black and white shape leaps up with a gleam of silver.

Finally!

Justin had no issue with the final two; taking them down with a cross chop.

After cleaning up the more obvious tells, I glare at the DWMA's youngest ever graduate, "My states could do a better job in their sleep. Explain."

Justin Law looks down in shame at the empty ground, "Forgive me my Lord, I was delayed."

I roll my eyes, "Out here you do not refer to me as Lord, remember? At the city, you may, but not here. Now what delayed you?" Ugh, sometimes it would be easier dealing with the famous sword then with Death's soldiers. Especially concerning training disguised as missions.

Much to my surprise, Law started to blush, "I ran into another nation, sir. France to be exact."

Oh, that poor boy. No wonder it took him such a long time to come here. "I see, how touchy did he acted?"

Justin rub the back of his head, "He was fascinated by me being a French priest. And keep following me despite my ploys and misdirection."

That is interesting. "It possible that being around me have made you naturally more noticeable. It could also be that your dual citizenship was of interest. Or that your considered attractive. No worries. The fact that you were able to get away says something of your skills."

Justin shudders, "I would like to avoid him, sir."

I agree with that attitude. France may respect a good no, but can be still really pushy. And poor Justin have enough trouble with the female attentions, coping with male attention might break his brain. I, the amazing Alfred Jones, give one last comforting pat. "Good job, you completed your mission. We should meet at the rendezvous point. Death arranged a plane that should be here any moment."

Justin jerked his head toward him, "What…?"

Not one to be deterred, I continued, "I mean, you barely manage to hide from me, but you get points for evading France. And since I can't detect him around here, you pass!"

"This was a test, sir? I thought that this is to protect you from an assassin."

I laugh, "Actually, each time trouble starts stirring by Grim, I always get targeted by assassins. Even if I do not need it, he been planning and usually assign someone to kill the issue while also using it as a training session since I am such an awesome fighter."

Justin's eyes gain a fervor look, "My Lord is truly great in wanting to protect you and improve my own skills!"

The Death Scythe and I freeze. Justin probably only hears two souls but I know they are two nations. I hear Germany cursing some distance away. I turn to see Prussia is standing there, openly gawking. The bodies does not help.

Oh crap.

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I am leaving it there for the reader's imagination. America will smooth talk a perfectly reasonable explanation with help from Germany.