Sorry for the wait! Enjoy~
The moment of no movement and only natures sounds could not last forever, and in a bolt and splash of water, Matthew took off running. He had learned from experience that more than likely they wouldn't follow you if you ran and, unlike his brother, he had no desire to kill the natives like his brother always did. In his rush, he didn't hear the other behind him, well at least it until it was to late.
Gilbert stared at the boy and watched as he ran off. He grinned to himself and took off after Matthew, deftly hopping over the stones and landing on the ground just in time to see Matthew disappear into the woods. His grin turned into an almost feral one, it had been to long since he had been able to go on a hunt like this one.
It didn't take long for Gilbert to catch up to the smaller man. Matthew was just to loud, he left to many clues around, he could have been heard from far away. Gilbert stalked him from behind, and just when they came to a river, and it was obvious that Matthew was lost in the land that was unfamiliar to him, Gilbert pounced on him, making Matthew fall and letting Gilbert fall on top of him.
"Kesesese that was fun," Gilbert laughed, still on top of Matthew and ignoring the blonde's struggles. "Now what's your name?" Gilbert sure did get straight to the point. Matthew just stared at him with wide eyes.
"I can understand you. I've never been able to understand the people I see in these lands..." Matthew mused aloud. Gilbert raised a brow, but said nothing about it.
"Ya, I noticed that. So what's your name?" Gilbert already knew the answer, but he thought it would be a great way to start conversation.
"...Matthew Williams. I'm Matthew Williams," he finally said, meeting those bright red eyes with his own violet ones.
"Awesome. I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt."
Right then, Gilbird decided that he had enough of being ignored, and perched right in between them, landing on Matthew's nose and tweeting to get attention. Matthew and Gilbert stared at the small bird in surprise before they burst out laughing, the tension finally broken.
Roderick and his team watched the new people from above. All these visitors were doing were digging holes in the ground and talking about something they called 'gold'. Roderick asked around, and no one he had brought along knew what this 'gold' was. Suddenly he heard the whistle, and looked up to see another number of how many people there were. There were thirty more down by the ridge, making over a hundred so far.
He let out a slow breath. Over a hundred. That was a lot more than he would have thought. They would have to bring people from other tribes in if they ever wanted to defeat these outsiders.
Down below, they were all working tirelessly to find the gold that they wanted. Well, everyone except Francis and that annoying pet bird Pierre he had brought. He suddenly leaned over the rather large sized hole that Arthur had made, observing the British man as he was laboring.
"Found anything?" he asked suddenly, making Arthur jump with realization that he was there. Arthur looked up and glared at Francis.
"No I haven't. Why don't you get down here and help git?" Arthur spat out before he scooped up another shovel full and threw it right in Francis' face. Everyone laughed at the shocked and disgusted look on Francis' face.
"How long is this supposed to take anyways?" Ivan asked, climbing out of his own hole and leaning against his shovel.
"Ya, and you haven't eve done anything yet!" Alfred shouted as he got up to regular ground again. Francis stared at the two of them for a moment before smiling.
"Ah, I share your fatigue. Do not worry though, we shall all find gold soon enough!"
Alfred and Ivan rolled their eyes, but went back to digging. A shrill cry pierced the air, and everyone looked up to see Francis' bird Pierre going crazy. He was flying around, tweeting and pointing. Everyone looked and saw a savage hiding in the bushes and trying not to let the bird see him. It was to late though, and everyone went scattering around to find something to defend themselves.
Arrows and gunfire sailed through the air, everyone shouting and dodging at the same time. Francis had a gun in one hand, and was looking for an easy target. Up in a tree he saw one of the savages. After careful aim he fired, and hit dead on, nailing the savage in the leg.
"Vash!" Roderick shouted, running forward to help his fallen comrade. In a couple of steps he was at Vash's side and in another moment he had pulled Vash over his shoulder. He shouted for a retreat, and disappeared into the trees leaving the visitors behind him.
Everyone cheered as they saw the savages retreating. Francis looked a bit shocked that he hit the target, he hadn't really wanted to hurt anyone, he just scared wanted to them joined in with the cheering as well though, shouting and jumping up and down to.
"I think that's enough of searching for gold for today. Let's finish up the shelter and close in for the night," Yao said when the commotion had finally died down.
"Only if I get to stay with you Yao-Yao!" Ivan happily said he went practically skipping after Yao.
"Aiyah, stay away from me!" Yao yelled, but he didn't run, because everyone knew it was useless to run from the Russian man.
Bit short, but next chapters gonna be better.