Gilberts pov

Many thoughts were racing through my mind as I walked. Would Russia find them? If he did what would happen? These were the questions I really didn't want answered. "how far are we to the entrance?" I asked Ukraine. "It's just up here." She replied. After a few more agonizing minutes, she stopped. "Here it is." I looked at the door and smiled. Finally we can get out of here, I thought to myself. "Thank you." I said to her and she nodded. "Now hurry, before he wakes up." She said jogging quietly to her room. I opened the door and walked out.

The cold night air made me shiver. It wasn't yet winter, but the season before it, fall. Leaves had covered the ground and crunched beneath my feet. I kept both ears open for any sounds of movement. We were so close, I didn't want to be caught. Jogging now, I kept moving forward. England tried his best to keep pace, but his legs just kept stumbling. Thankfully I didn't trip. I felt bad for moving at this pace, due to his condition but I had to make sure we were making good time.

Russia's pov

I opened my eyes promptly at 6:30 that morning. The sun had yet to rise. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, combing my hair. Then I walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. After that I went to go see my guests. Walking down the hallway, glancing at the stained glass that told my history, I smiled. So pretty. I walked pass Ukraine's room and Belarus's room. Hoping not to wake them. Once I got to the stair case that lead to the dungeon, I paused for moment. "I don't hear anything. Why is that I wonder? Could they be sleeping? Maybe." I said to myself. Walking down the stairs, I opened the large Iron door. With a loud creak did it open. Walking inside the room I turned on the light. Only to find that both my guests were missing. A smile made itself known on my face. "How did they escape? Hm…" Walking back up the stairs, I started back down the hallway, hands in my coat pockets. "when I find them, they will be severly punished."

Gilberts pov

"Prussia….Stop." England said to me. I looked at him. "we can't we have to keep moving. I replied to him. "I can't….keep going….too much…" His breath came in quick and short. He breathing rather hard as well. "Im Sorry England, but we have to keep moving. If we stop, we could risk being captured again." England understood this, I knew. I quickly moved to carry him in a bridal position. So he wouldn't be forced to continue at this pace. "you don't have to carry….me like this…." He said. But I looked at him and spoke. "You said this pace was getting to much for you, better for you to be carried this way then to collapse on me from exhaustion." England nodded and looked ahead eyes hooded. Then he asked "why do you risk your life on saving me?"