A/N - ... I am so unbelievably sorry for how late this is. I wasn't expecting to put it off for this long but with school and work I couldn't find time to write. Not to mention that this chapter just didn't want to cooperate, (I rewrote it about 5 times!) but now that it's done the rest of the story should just write it self... hopefully. But I promise that the next chapter will be out much sooner! Anyways just wanted to say thank you to all the people who reviewed and favourited this story, it was more than i expected so thank you!

"Italics" for Prussia are for him speaking in German

Disclaimer Just to say, I don't own Hetalia or Torchwood but enjoy anyway!

There was a moment of silence as the team kept a wary eye on Gilbert, the tension in the air rising. Though both Torchwood operatives kept their guns trained on the albino Gwen was ready to open fire; even if the strange man hadn't actually hurt Andy the team was not taking any chances. But all too soon Gwen noticed that the guarded look the man wore was slowly disappearing, a look of recognition creeping into his eyes before he attempted to stifle a laugh. This left her and the others a bit confused.

"Really? You guys are Torchwood?" Gilbert couldn't help it, he really tried to hold in his laughter but a few snickers managed to escape. The look that the humans- Torchwood were giving him only seemed to fuel his laughter.

As his snickers eventually died Gilbert adjusted his posture, loosening up his stance and dropping his arms to lay comfortable by his sides. "I would have thought that Eyebrows would have shut it down after a few years considering he never really convinced anyone that his crazy stories were actually true."

Gilbert vaguely remembered when the English nation first founded The Torchwood Institute; well he remembered when the tea loving bastard's Queen made the executive decision. Ranting and raving about a madman, werewolves and other unseemly creatures that invaded her home and attempted to kill her or something along those lines. But it doesn't really matter who's idea it was because it was just pointless to waste resources fighting against an enemy that for a fact, does not exist. And Gilbert thought that England's delusions of fairies and flying mint bunnies was rock bottom; boy did England like proving him wrong. As Gilbert grew quite, lost in thought of the possibilities of aliens and why the hell would they want to invade England of all places, he failed to notice the hushed whispers from those across from him.

Gwen and Ianto were curious; curious as to why this man out of time seemed to recognize a secret such as Torchwood and why would it bring out such a reaction from him? Remembering the problem at hand Gwen turned to Jack, "Well? What did he say?"

"It seems that our friend here is familiar with Torchwood, but judging by what he said it looks as if he knew Torchwood during its earlier years." Jack focused on this enigma, a battle weary soldier dressed in the colours of a country long dead yet they looked only months old. Ignoring the tears and blood stains it is clearly a military uniform from the second world war, confirming which era he was pulled from.

But taking into account all of this information, there were certain things that didn't add up. If this man was indeed from the second world war, then how would he remember Torchwood's establishment? The date in which Queen Victoria founded The Torchwood Institute preceded the world wars by half a century and this soldier is far too young to have witnessed the birth of the organization. By all accounts Jack should have noted this down as the ravings of a man suffering from the effects of the rift and taken him away; to try and help him adjust to twenty first century life or taken him to Flat Holm island if he was too far gone. But something stopped him, a voice that told him that this man was not an ordinary victim of unfortunate events; they should be cautious.

"Wait, you mean to tell us that he was around during the late nineteenth century? Looks a bit young to be around a hundred and twenty years old don't you think?" Ianto carefully studied the young man in front of him, not quite sure what to make of today's events. "Whatever his story may be I suggest we call Tosh and Owen and somehow get him to the hub, we can sort everything out there." Jack gave Ianto a curt nod before the Welshman made for the main road, Tosh and Owen on the other end of his comm.

Turning to Gwen, Jack watched as she tried to reason with Andy and the other officer. Confident that she could talk the two into handing over their target to Torchwood hands Jack slowly made his way towards Gilbert. Yet with each step he couldn't help but feel uneasy, the sounds of gunfire and the pained screams of soldiers and civilians alike echoed faintly though his mind. Focusing on the task at hand, Jack stopped a few feet away as Gilbert looked up, "So is this the part where you take me into custody and we get to know each other a little better over an interrogation table and some piss poor tea or will we just skip the fun bits and just have you guys hand me over to your superiors?" Gilbert gave the man a smirk, though he guessed it looked more like a grimace. Just the thought of seeing England or any nation for that matter was enough to unsettle his stomach. And judging by all the commotion he caused earlier it wouldn't surprise him if someone already called the bastard. He wouldn't know to either punch him in the throat or plead with him to take him away from this backwards place.

"Well I don't know about the tea but Ianto makes a delicious cup of coffee, honestly I've never had better. But with all pleasantries aside we will need you to come with us, we'll explain everything to you when we get you back to our base." Jack could feel his nerves acting up as he watched the man slowly withdraw back into his shell of hostility and wariness.

"Well looky here, wouldn't have pegged you for a German with your accent. I was dead set on you being an American but boy do you keep on surprising me. But back to the matter at hand, I'm afraid I'll have to turn down your offer there pretty boy. I can't just go off following strangers to God only knows where, why I don't even know your name." Gilbert knew he was pushing it, he didn't know where he was and these people have already made it clear that if he so much as sneezed they'll be ready to use him as target practice. But if that means he needs to hide his fears behind a wall of snark and sarcasm then so be it, fuck it if they see how uncomfortable he is.

Jack couldn't help but chuckle a bit, "Well then, I guess we should remedy that problem. Hello my name is Captain Jack Harkness and it it a pleasure to meet you. And if it's not too much trouble may I ask for your name?" Looking the man right in the eyes Jack gave him a charming smile, hoping to calm him down.

"Oh God he's as bad as France..." Gilbert couldn't help but roll his eyes, mulling over his options on whether revealing anything about himself was ideal. The logical part of his brain was telling him to just swallow his pride this one time and follow Torchwood back to their base where he could get food, some rest and more importantly information. But the other part of his brain, the part that never forgets the pain and deceit that humans are capable of, reminds him that he shouldn't trust them. He doesn't know these people, they could have called the Allies and have him gift wrapped and served to them on a silver platter for all he knows. No, he will not trust them; especially the American. There's just something about him that puts Gilbert on edge, the feeling that he's not like anyone Gilbert has met. Not completely human yet not a nation, so what is he?

"No, on second thought I think I'll be fine on my own." In one quick movement Gilbert pulled on his handcuffs, snapping the chain easily and turned on his feet. As he ran he heard the American shouting at him to stop before calling for his team. Wasting no time Gilbert exited the secluded street and ran, dodging pedestrians and trying to distance himself from his pursuers.

Jack could feel his smile slipping as the silence grew, not knowing what was going to happen next he turned his head slightly and noticed that Gwen was finishing up with Andy and his partner. It looks as if they would have no trouble with the local police and as soon as they moved this along the faster he could figure out what to do with their mystery man. But Jack should have known that this was not going to be another easy mission as soon as the man opened his mouth. Cursing as the man ignored his calls he yelled for Ianto to start the SUV.

As Jack cleared the secluded street the SUV came to a stop, "He bolted, we'll need to cut him off before we lose him in the crowds. He couldn't have gotten far." Jack quickly climbed into the passenger seat after motioning Gwen away from Andy.

"So what happened Jack? I thought you had everything under control, you didn't try anything on him did you?" Gwen gave him a pointed look as Ianto pulled the SUV onto the main road.

Jack gave a huff of annoyance as he looked at Gwen from the rear view mirror, "Nothing happened, we just talked and I introduced myself; that's all." Jack was soon looking up and down the road trying to find a glimpse of the blue uniform.

"Oh tell me it wasn't one of your usual greetings, those could be just as bad as any pass! No Ianto take the next right, this road usually gets busy around this time and we don't have time to get caught up in traffic." Gwen rolled her eyes at Jack's tone but continued to ready the tasers they had in the SUV for the occasions that called for immobilizing their target rather than killing them.

"Well I called Tosh and Owen and they're on their way back to the Hub to get a cell ready for our guest in case he decides to be uncooperative." Taking the right turn the Torchwood Team continued their search, hoping to wrap this up soon and salvage the rest of the day. "But what I'm more curious about though is why you're keeping something from us." Ianto looked at Jack from the corner of his eye before focusing back on the road.

The silence in the SUV was stifling to say the least, Jack not willing to say a word. "It's not as if it's hard to see that you know who this man is. Or at least that you've met him before." Gwen sighed as she returned to looking at the world roll past.

It wasn't as if Jack didn't trust his team, it was that he never was one to share his past. The things he did, the man he used to be were hard to face. But knowing that his past was running around and possibly dangerous, it was in his best interest to at least arm his team with knowledge about this particular enigma; for their safety at least.

"I met him back in the second world war, he was leading the German army through London on one of their raids. I've never actually met him before then but I did hear the stories, of a young silver haired soldier with eyes the colour of blood who fought like a man possessed. He led the German army through cities and towns, cutting down the armies stationed there with no survivors and no remorse. Of course I thought that these were all just rumors, stories that the other soldiers told each other like some kind of ghost story."

Jack paused as scattered images of men, some mere boys not yet old enough to leave the comfort of their mother's arms, laughed around a warm fire. With their packs set up for the night's rest and the evening meal distributed to the soldiers the tongues started wagging and songs and tales flowed. Jack shut his eyes and quietly stored the images away, trying not to think too much about the hopeful look in the eyes of the younger members or the tales of loved ones left behind. For all the years he's been alive there have been times where Jack forgets how unpredictable and cruel life can be.

"But I was wrong, one day he came marching down the streets of London leading his army and the fighting began. My allies started falling one after another in a blur of gunfire and flashes of steel. It wasn't long before I found myself facing him alone and by then there was no one left. He finished me off pretty quickly and I remember waking up amidst a desolated battle ground with him standing above the carnage, moving on to his next conquest. The was the last I saw of him, until now that is."

After a few moments to allow the new information sink in Jack couldn't help but look towards Gwen and Ianto, they both looked a bit shaken but no more determined to find their target. Before anyone could get a word out, the SUV came to an abrupt stop causing the Torchwood operatives to switch from surprised yelps to colourful curses.

"A little warning next time Ianto?!" Gwen gave an indignant huff as she attempted to righted herself and locate her taser while resisting the urge to use it on any person in the SUV.

"Sorry but it seems that we still ran into that rush hour traffic," The loud blaring horns of impatient drivers was near deafening as Ianto rolled down the windows in an attempt to see how far back the traffic ran.

"Well I guess we're walking then, let's go we'll come back and pick up the SUV after we finish this mission." Jack quickly got out of the vehicle and without waiting for a response from either persons he started his pursuit on foot.

As Gwen and Ianto watched Jack exit the vehicle they both gave a small sigh as Jack took off down the street, "Guess we better follow him, lord only knows what he'll get into without us there to watch his back." Gwen exited the vehicle and started down the street with Ianto not far behind.

Another pedestrian cursed quite vividly as Gilbert accidentally clipped them on the shoulder in his mad dash to safety. Not even bothering to throw back a quick apology he carried on weaving through the dense crowds and occasionally cutting across the street which earned him quite a few angry car horns. Gilbert winced as his injuries started to burn, reminding him that he really shouldn't be running full tilt through the busy streets of wherever the hell he was. With the reminder that his injuries were still fresh it was as if that was the green light for the rest of his body to shut down.

Gilbert forced himself to slow down to a light run as his lungs began to burn and his breathing became labored. Now that he was far away from Torchwood he started to notice the oddities around him. Everywhere he turned there seemed to be something that wasn't right, for one the buildings looked too new. Even if the war was over it didn't really give anyone the chance to rebuild, even if they did no one could have finished anything this quickly. Wiping the sweat from his brow Gilbert continued to explore, questioning why everything looked so calm and foreign. But what unnerved him the most were the people, they didn't act like they just lived through hell on earth and survived. There were no haunted looks nor were there any loud boisterous cheers of victory; it was like the homely atmosphere that Gilbert only remembered in half forgotten dreams.

No this couldn't be right, he must be dreaming and when he wakes up it will be to the rattling of a machine gun or the explosions of a land mine. No, places like these belong in his memories or in his dreams. The war is horrible and is never ending, it will continue to rage until the world burns and those that come out as the victors can only sit by and watch. Gilbert doesn't recall when he stopped believing that the war would end, that the world would not get kicked off its axis. But if he had to think about it he would most likely say when the world's nations raised the sirens for another world war so shortly after the first one ended. Gilbert tiredly ran a hand down his face, only a bit surprised to find his hand slightly shaking.

He couldn't help but let out a short bark of laughter, "When did I get so weak?" Clenching his hands in an attempt to stop the small tremors Gilbert barely reacted to the familiar voice that called out to him.

"Now that we've all had our game of cat and mouse I do believe that it's time you come with us. And I would prefer it if you decided to come quietly, you don't want to see how well these two handle a gun." Gilbert slowly looked up from his clenched fists to see Captain Jack Harkness facing him a gun trained right at his chest. And judging by the weapons held by each Torchwood operative it looks as if the time for games is over.

Gilbert sighed as he gave them a worn look, "Of you agree to answers my questions, I'll cooperate."

"If you decided to come with us we'll answer any questions you have, just don't try anything or I will shoot you in the leg to keep you grounded." Jack tightened his grip on his gun and focused more closely on Gilbert, hoping that the man took his warning to heart.

"Oh please Captain I'm too tired for your games right now," Gilbert could feel his body starting to shut down as the adrenaline disappeared and the events of the last few days started to catch up, "I'm tired of running."