A/N: Hey, Hey, Hey, it's chapter 2. Sorry about short chapters but hopefully it makes for a bite sized read. Also have some Wild Frying Pangle.

BTW,

Alistair=Aph Scotland

Whistling to himself whilst atop his horse, Alfred carefully guided his ride along the track. He risked a glance back at the ragtag procession following him. The Duke Edelstein and his lovely wife Elizaveta sat in a cart badly disguised as a farmer and his wife. Their bodyguard (and secret lover but no-one was supposed to know that so shush) sat, also badly disguised, holding the reins of the cart horses. His stoic brother, Ludwig, who was riding behind the cart incidentally shared a glance with Alfred and nodded solemnly to keep going.

"What exactly is the plan?" Gilbert asked, a silver brow rising to meet his hairline.

Startled Alfred ceased mid-whistle. "We're just returning from a wedding bro?" His forehead creasing in confusion.

"Surely we're not riding continuously all the way? It's a 3 day ride," the Duke whined from his position in the cart. "Also why must we travel like this, this outfit is weird and uncomfortable."

"The path is dangerous mein Leib-Lord" Gilbert replied, quickly correcting his slip. "It's to assure your safety, and I'm sure there will be a break," his ruby eyes bored into the back of Alfred's neck as he said this. A small smirk of satisfaction arose to his lips as he noticed the tips of Alfred's ears burned an embarrassed burgundy.

Alfred clicked his tongue in thought, "If we continue at this pace we'll reach the town of Angledale, we can stop there for the night.

Gilbert hummed his assent

Night had descended and their odd parade arrived in town. The clip clop of the horses' hooves echoed into the recesses of the silent town. The moon, assisted by the town's lamplight, illuminated them to an Inn door. The inn stood tall and seemingly stretched onto the second and third floors of a neighbouring tavern. Alfred and Ludwig dismounted and Ludwig proceeded to knock on the inn door. A small window in the door positioned at eye level opened with a click. A tired pair of moss green eyes glared out at them and a gruff voice grumbled incoherently.

"Alistair, Cuz, we need some rooms for the night," Alfred asked, tipping his helmet instinctively out of respect.

"Bairn, I'm sorry, we're fully booked, no rooms available, there's an event the next town over. Maybe Arthur has a few rooms spare?" Alastair said before closing the slot with a click.

Alfred sighed, as much as he loved his cousin, Arthur, the man was a recluse. That and the man lived on the outskirts of town, right up close to the border forest. Ludwig raised an eyebrow at him and then they set about going to Arthur's.

Translations (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)

German:

mein Leib- My dear

Scottish English/Northern English:

Bairn- child