On Bloody Wings

Disclaimer: Do not own characters from Hetalia axis power or assassins creed, just the situation they were put in.

May not be historically accurate.

Note: If you did not reread last chapter and jump straight to this one, you really need to go back and read it...lets just say it got longer.

Chapter 5: Questions

Entry to the fortified area had not been too difficult; Gilbert had gone up to the guard telling them that he was a new page for William of Montferrat, when they looked to each other suspiciously, he put on his best pleading frantic look, telling the guards he had been clumsy and must of forgotten his entry seal at the barracks when he had gone to pick a letter for Lord William; a letter which he really needed to get to the sire- pointing to a bunch letters in his brown bag, one faced up with commander knight Sibrands' seal; Which he got Sir Rolf to momentarily commandeer-he knew that his master was strict and he honestly did not want a lashing, he would fetch his entry seal right when he finished delivering the messages, promise. And with sympathy in their eyes; for they had experience with working for Lord William, they let him through, and in haste he arrived at the castle.

Entry to the castle had been another matter entirely. Gilbert knew that William's station was not within the castle but actually near the north -east corner of the fortress he would not be able to use the same excuse again. Looking for another entrance had been a bit futile, unless he wanted to scale the castle for an open window which Gilbert did not really want to try. So instead he thought of a different story, Gilbert made his way to the side entrance of the castle where to guards stood watch. Gilbert did not want the guards snooping around his pack and questioning him about the forged letters or the dagger; he knew keeping the bag with him would add suspicion. Swinging the bag off, he placed it on the floor, then he proceeded to pull out his dagger and placed it into the bag. After he looked for a suitable hiding place behind the rows of building he found a lose brick on the foundation of a building, inside the hole he placed his bag and put the stone back. He then waited till there was a guard change, where it would be King Richards own men, instead of Williams standing at the entrance way. Once he was sure the other guards had left and that were not too many people in the area to eavesdrop he pulled his hood up and approached the guards.

" I seek audience with the king," Gilbert said lowly to the guards.

"The entrance is on the other side," One of the burly guards replied barely sparing him a glance.

"I was told to go through here instead; it is a matter which needs discretion," Gilbert told him.

"And pray tell who told you that?" The burly guard asked this time taking more interest in him.

"The king," Gilbert replied mischievously.

"Oh did he?" The burly guard asked inquisitively, his head cocked to the side as he shared a look with his partner. "Do you have any proof that he waits for you?"

"He said I would be proof enough," Gilbert told the man, an impish grin spreading on his face.

"How are you any proof?" The other guard stated clearly irritated.

"Can you not really think of any?" Gilbert replied his grin spreading wider, "What else would a King want with a lowly servant BOY like me?"

Both the guards' eyes narrowed at the implication.

"Mayhap to clean out the stables," The other guard replied, crossing his arms defiantly.

Gilbert chuckled, before responding, "I would not be using the side entrance if it was so…the king already has a stable boy as it stands and if it's any indication the boy must bore the king, or I would not be here."

The guards frowned again. "Lo-" the burly guard started before being cut off by Gilbert, "Listen here the King is expecting me at his quarters, and I would think by now you would know why . As it stands you are delaying me and when the King comes to his quarters empty , he will be angry for he IS expecting my company , and it will be your fault that I am not there to appease him; and I will tell him so when he looks for me in the morrow. " Huffing he crosses his arms and waits for a response as the guards look to each other silently communicating.

"I will inform the King then about your arrival." The burly guard stated as he started to make his way inside.

"Do you really think it wise to interrupt the king right now, who if I may guess is in a meeting with others?" Gilbert asked haughtily stopping the guard right at the threshold of the door. "I do not believe stating his inclinations while in the presence of others are going to gain you any favours."

"Then I will use discretion when stating your arrival, I am no herald that I would SCREAM it to the heavens." The burly guard replied mockingly, before he stepped inside , leaving him alone with the other guard.

He waited awhile before the burly guard came back, this time with another guard following close behind. The burly guard gave him a narrowed eyed stare before his hardened voice stated, "He will be taking you to his majesty's quarters," The guard pointed to the man behind him, as Gilbert made his way in he was stopped by a hand grabbing his forearm and twisting him slightly around so he would be facing the offender. "…though it seems you were not expected." The guards said lowly, a threat clearly stated in his voice. His hand tightened its grip in warning, before letting Gilbert go. "We need to make sure first that you do not carry any weapons."

Glaring at the man Gilbert muttered, "Naturally." He taken his cloak off and handed it to the burly man to search while the other guard patted him down.

Not finding anything dangerous or of interest the guards let him go in, where the other guard had been waiting. 'That did not go exactly the way I envisioned it.' Gilbert thought as he clasped his cloak back on.

The stoic guard had led him around the castle and up a few sets of stairs before he was indicated to go into a chamber. There he entered as the guard closed the door behind him, telling him the King will be coming shortly and he will be outside in the event he decided to wander off without permission. After hearing the loud click of the door closing Gilbert took in his surroundings. It was not King Richards' personal room, if the lack of bed said anything. It must have been a spare study room of sorts, small but still beautifully furnished. A beautifully crafted study table was situated on the front left corner, were Gilbert faced; right between the red curtained windows. There was three chairs in the room one behind the study desk, and two in front of it, it was cushioned with a dark red.

A large decorative shield was placed at the front wall between two windows. A brown rug was centered in the room and a plant placed on top of the study table and front right of the room. The Kings' flag was hanged on the right wall below a decorative table with a few knick knacks on top; on each side were tall candle holders. On the left wall there were two windows, between them it was decorated with a cross and two small biblical paintings. Gilbert made his way to the paintings, inspecting them while he waited. After a while he heard the tell-tale signs of someone approaching, he continued his inspection of the paintings as he heard mutterings behind the door and then a click of the door opening and closing. He turned around to face the newcomer; there right in front of the door King Richard stood assessing Gilbert.

"And who do we have here?" King Richard asked, confidently approaching Gilbert before stopping a foot away. A sudden look of recognition came to his face, "Gilbert Bielschmidt…why, I am surprised to see you here."

"King Richard," Gilbert greeted, not caring at all to bow down to the English King.

"I was not informed that you would be visiting," King Richard replied as he crossed the room and seated himself in the armchair, and then gestured for Gilbert to do the same. "Was it truly necessary for you to come to me in such a manner? My reputation will now be soiled with rumors."

"Your reputation has always been questionable, I am not instigating rumors that have not already been there," Gilbert replied frankly as he seated himself.

King Richard looked glared at him, "My reputation by far has been a good one."

"Oh please little lion, do not delude yourself, many know the flesh that keeps your sheets warm. As days pass, people have less have faith in you, you are a paradox and so very much like Frances' own children. I do not know how England can call you his king." Gilbert said offhandedly smiling mischievously at the grim look on the Kings face.

"Why are you here?" King Richard asked abruptly, his good mood evaporating.

"Well checking upon the Teutonic knight is one cause, the other would be the war," Gilbert told him, gesturing with his hands as he spoke, "The first being none of your concern. The latter being that the emperor wishes to state that no progress has come from this war, it is taking heavily from his pockets and if you do not make a headway soon, well…"

"Maybe he would better understand the situation if he was actually involved with the war instead of loafing around back in Europe !" King Richard barked back, annoyance evident in his face and body tense.

"I am but a humble messenger. Either way, His majesty wishes to state that he will be pulling out his knights soon. He believes there is nothing to be gained by staying here any longer." Gilbert stated as he leaned back into the armchair.

"The fool," King Richard hisses under his breath, abruptly standing up in aggravation he crossed the room to the other side briefly staring outside the windows before starting to pace.

"Tell me King Richard, was glory and a seat in heaven truly the only reason you are here?" Gilbert asked.

"Why else would I be here? That is everything a holy man would ask for." He responds.

Gilbert leans forward and brings his hands together in thought before he stood up and moved away from the chair, beside the pacing king. "What do you know of the assassins?" Gilbert asks.

"That they are allied with the Saracen army, they come in go through shadows…highly skilled warriors, not many have been caught and silence is their only answer," King Richard replies as he stops pacing and thinks about the question. "In truth, the Knights Templar have more dealings with them, I would suggest talking to Robert Sable…why do you ask?"

"Just out of mild curiosity, I had heard of them in passing." Gilbert says King quirked his brow but made no attempts to question him further.

A knocked sounded and a voice spoke from the other side of the door. " My king, the commanders are here to meet with you, as you asked."

"Take them to the other study, i will meet with them there." King Richard replied, turning he looked at Gilbert. " know this is important but i feel it would be better to discuss this later. You may board here for the rest of your stay, if you will like. But us leave our discuss to a later time."

"As you wish.I will accept the offer to board." Gilbert tells him as he inclines his head in thanks. "Before I forget, my presence here cannot be known to anyone. Not a soul…I am sure you understand?"

"Of course," King Richard replies. "I am not certain if you had heard, but one of your ambassadors had gone missing, taken by an assassin."

"I have heard…it is being dealt with. If you would be so kind to inform them to end the search, the ambassador's guards will deal with the rest." Gilbert states, before the king calls the guard waiting outside the chambers to show him to his rooms. With a bow he takes his leave.

Note: This had been long time coming, i know its a bit short...but the next one won't take me 2 years. This i promise. Thank you all for your reviews and support. This also hasn't been proof read, so it may change a bit on the next update.

Also i didn't very much like what happened in the "last" Assassins Creed game so i am changing it up and things or info may not parallel the game. Well the info learned from the last game.