N:   "England would have never taken it," Anglo responded, although learning this new information angered him that he didn't know before. He stood and chased after England, speed walking until he saw his son about to open the door to Saxon's room.

"Don't take another step," he warned, his wings slightly bristled as he approached the country. England froze where he was, not sure if he should face his father, and he stayed where he was until he felt the other's presence right next to him.

"I'm going to che-," he began, but was immediately cut off by Anglo.

"You didn't feel like you should have told me about English conquistadors in Egypt, taking away people and selling them into slavery, did you?" The younger country refused to make eye contact as he felt his heart rate quicken. The winged country noted this and continued, "do you know you were accused of taking the amulet?"

"I knew how you would have reacted," he finally replied, "how Faeder and Celtica would have reacted, so how could I tell you?" He turned to face his father, "It was an issue within my nation, and you had nothing to do with it. As long as the sellers found it profitable to sell slaves, my hands were tied with what I could do, as I knew anything that went against them would have resulted in a revolt. But remember, I am not my people; I have my own views and opinions but I cannot show the ones that contrast with the general populace."

"So you do not like it that you were accused of something you didn't do?"

England shook his head, so Anglo added, "So stop blaming your Faeder for causing every goddamn problem."

M:   "Uh, should I have said that?" Derogan thought aloud.

"I don't know," Mandoria admitted, "I don't think Anglo knew about that as he definitely didn't seem pleased about the news, but then again, who would?"

Mandoria saw the confused looks on Johann and Celtica's faces so he sighed and explained, "I won't go into details since it is Rowen's personal business, all I'll say is that I saw his great grandmother and her son being shown off at an auction in London when British Empire and I were taking a stroll. I knew that she and all the other slaves would meet unfortunate circumstances if they were bought so I instead bought all of them, setting them free once we all came back home, Rowen's great grandmother decided it would be safer if she stayed here. I actually had Rowen's amulet made for her so she had something to remember her home by and it had been passed down all the way to him, that's why it's so important to him."

N:   Johann muttered "oh," as he finally understood, but Celtica furrowed her brows when she heard.

"That boy is smart to have left," she grumbled, "He knows what I've been through with Roman Empire, and yet allows this to happen. England was also smart to have not told me back then, because I don't know how I would have reacted."

Just as she finished, England walked in, followed by Anglo, and none of them spoke as they went to their places and sat down. The winged country picked up his tea, and sipped, folding his wings behind him as he stayed silent. When Celtica asked how he was, he only hummed in acknowledgment but said nothing else.

"I did not take the amulet," England spoke up; however, he only stared into his cup.

M:   None of the Mandorians spoke either they all just silently waited for Rowen to come back. When he did he let out a relieved breath and held up his amulet.

"Found it, it fell out of my pocket while I was in the stables, thankfully it didn't get stepped on by a horse." He said.

He sat down and immediately noticed the tense atmosphere, guessing pretty fast what happened.

"What's in the past is better left in the past," he sighed, "I hold no ill will to the English for what happened to my family as I know that if it didn't happen then I wouldn't be sitting here with all of you, so let us please put this behind us and enjoy our last day together, okay?"

N:   For a moment, none of the British said anything, until Anglo mumbled, "Fine," before standing up, thanking Mandoria for the tea, and making his way to check on Saxon.

"Just let him be for a bit," Celtica said, "like always, he would blame England's action on himself but don't worry, he will see through it." She glanced at England, "For the time being, I will put it behind me and enjoy the day."

England nodded, and asked, "and when you leave, I have another day with my fathers before we go too. Hopefully, they put it behind them too."

M:   "I too will put it behind me for the time being," Mandoria agreed, "and speaking of leaving, I never like to let someone go without giving them a parting gift, one moment, I'll go get it."

The king stood and walked out of the dining hall, Derogan chuckled, "Father is too generous for his own good, he once gifted King Prussia a fur-trimmed cape as an attempt of a peace treaty, it obviously did work but he still wears the cape, so, I guess there's that."

N:   England blinked a couple times as he processed the information, "How- There will be some days where I will not understand your father."

"I think it's called being a kind person. You should try that someday," she teased, getting an eye roll from the younger country.

"So," Johann thought out loud, "it was King Mandoria who gave some fashion advice to Prussia, so without him, he would be a fashion-less bird." England facepalmed himself when he heard the comment.

M:   Derogan snorted at Johann's comment, "he definitely got more flamboyant after that, I think it just inadvertently built up his ego, right Mandara?"

Mandara didn't say anything as he was fast asleep on Johann's shoulder, making his brother shake his head in amusement. Derogan plucked a feather from Mandara's wing and that was enough to wake him up, "what did I miss," the young prince asked.

No one had the chance to answer as Edel started licking Mandara's face, giving him good morning kisses.

"Edel - pfft - down boy, no kisses," the kid said, wiping his face.

"It's good to see you're feeling better big guy," Rowen smiled, patting Edel, "perfect timing too, I think England is ready for another bath."

N:   "No I'm bloody not," England yelped, scurrying away from the dragon, but was quickly grabbed at the cuff by Celtica.

"Now where do you think you're going," she asked, smiling as she saw the Englishman's frightened face, "you are not honestly scared of a bath, are you?"

"No," he answered, albeit his voice an octave higher than usual, so he reiterated, "no, I am not."

"So sit down beside me, if you truly are not," the Celt challenged him, letting him go. The country gulped as he slowly made his way back, eyeing Edel as he sat.

M:   Edel thankfully didn't seem interested in giving England a bath, he scooted over and simply lay his head in the country's lap, closing his eye, and purring.

"Guess he's more interested in cuddles than baths," Mandara giggled, "the only time I've seen someone move that fast is Saxon in response to a snake."

"Or your father in reaction to a badger," Rowen joked, making both princes snicker harder.

After a few more minutes, Mandoria came back with some cloth in his arms, he walked over to Celtica and England, "here, it's nothing special, just some small quilts I have specially made for visitors. I completely understand if you don't like them, I just thought it would be nice to have something to remember us by."

He handed each country their own quilt, each one was soft and expertly crafted, the Mandorian crest donning the middle and images of feathers and birds lined the edges.

N:   The countries held onto their gifts, each fascinated by the quilts. Celtica ran her finger along the stitching, tracing out the embroidery, and replied, "Not like them? These are absolutely beautiful."

England nodded in agreement and placed his head in it. "These are so soft too," he said, and he closed his eyes for a bit so he could fully absorb the comfort.

"Thank you," the Celt smiled softly, folding up her quilt neatly, "these are very special indeed."

M:   "I'm glad you like them," Mandoria replied, "I wish I could stay longer but I'm afraid that I'm running late for my duties, everything is prepared for your departure Celtica so you may leave whenever you're ready, I'll try to be there to see you off but I can't make any promises."

"Aw, can't you stay for a little longer, Father," Derogan whined, "you could teach England more about tea and Shang Dynasty's special tea."

"That is a family secret Derogan, you know that," Mandoria said, "besides, my past is not something I wish to revisit, and on that note, good day everyone."

He quietly left, soon after Mandara wing slapped Derogan, "stop telling everyone's secrets brother." he reprimanded him.

N:   "People trust you with secrets for a reason, Derogan," England said as he lifted up his head, "they trust you that you will not tell them."

A couple of minutes after Mandoria left, Anglo came into the room, looking slightly worried. "Has Saxon come into this room recently," he asked, glancing through the windows. When Celtica shook her head, the winged country began to pace the room, "it seems that we lost him, again, and I'm not sure where he would be. Aargh - why can't he just stay still?"

"Where have you searched so far," England questioned, and the winged country began to list almost every single room, to which the younger country replied, "you might have missed him. I don't think he would have left the castle since there are people who still want Faeder."

———

From the sky, one could see an out-of-place spec on the rooftops of the castle, an entity scribbling away on pieces of paper as he took in the sunlight. Around him were various books containing poetry on an old writing system. Anglo-Saxon runes.

When the entity woke up, he was bored, but instead of causing trouble, he decided to go to the library. Interested in what the library had to offer about his culture, he searched the shelves for anything until he reached the literature section. Taking out a couple of books, he decided he wanted to remember the times when he was younger, so he flicked through the pages, horrified to see that the poems were poorly translated.

Grabbing a couple of books, paper, a quill, and inkwell, he sneaked out and headed to a place where he thought no one would find him: the roof. There, he began to reconstruct the lost poems and translate them properly.

As he worked, he saw Mandoria walk outside from his vantage point, and continued to translate a random poem.

The weapons came flying at him

For a while, he thought he had fun

And soon his reign came undone

The one whose eyes shone brightly as the sun

M:   Mandoria decided to go and get some fresh air before he started work, to get his mind off of things. He didn't know that Saxon was watching him, if he did he probably wouldn't have done what he's got to do next.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching and unwrapped his wing, stretching it out and flapping it a few times, it looked completely uninjured and even his missing feathers had all grown back.

Once that was out of the way, the king took out his journal and flipped through it until he found what he was looking for, he muttered a few words in an unknown language and waved his hand in a certain motion. A cloud of sparkles appeared in front of him and slowly morphed into a humanoid figure with large wings, when the sparkles disappeared a very familiar German was standing there.

The Prussia clone said nothing and looked void of emotion, it just wordlessly drew its twin sabers and took up an offensive position. Mandoria unsheathed his longsword and mimicked the clone, then they locked swords and started fighting.

N:   Saxon almost dropped his quill when he saw the Prussian clone appear, immediately ignoring his work as he saw them both draw their weapons. For a moment, he thought that it was actually Prussia, but after what Rowen said last night about magic, he guessed it wasn't him, and that the Prussian didn't have the skills to magically appear.

Interested in what Mandoria was doing, he slid nearer to the edge of the roof and watched them fight, analyzing their skills. Although he disliked Prussia, he knew that the winged kingdom was skilled, and was amazed that the King Wing was able to keep up with the apparition's attacks.

Not aware where he was going, his foot slid off the edge, pushing a slate tile off the roof, and he watched in horror as it dropped and smashed on the ground. Glancing at Mandoria, he quickly spun around and ran towards the other side of the roof, and since roofs on castle walls were usually flat, it didn't take long till he was out of view.

M:   Mandoria glanced over to where he heard the shingle shatter, giving the magic-made Prussia the opportunity to drive his swords into his opponent's stomach. There was no blood or pain, Mandoria just sighed and snapped his fingers, the clone pulled back his sabers and returned to an idle stance.

Mandoria walked over to the shattered slate and examined it, figuring out quickly where it had come from.

"Hmm, must have came loose," he muttered to himself, "I should have someone take a look at the shingles later, make sure no other ones fall."

He didn't suspect anyone was watching, he figured everyone was still inside, so he went back to his training dummy and started fighting again.

N:  Certain that he wasn't caught, Saxon crept out of his hiding spot and slowly approached the end again, making sure that he wouldn't get too close, and continued to watch Mandoria fight.

A couple of floors below him, Anglo heard the slate shatter and was heading towards the source of the noise. More concerned about the whereabouts of the entity, he didn't register Mandoria's wings nearby as he opened a set of balcony doors and looked up.

"Saxon," the winged country shouted up, "Are you up there?" The entity flinched from the sudden call, making him lose concentration of the spar, and he poked his head over the edge.

"Hello Anglo," the entity greeted, but when he saw him start to turn around, he quickly said, "Do you remember the poems that we used to have back in the day?" The other nodded, so he continued, "Head back inside and I will show you how badly they translated it. I was translating them up here."

The winged country tilted his head in confusion but nodded again and went back indoors, to which the entity sighed in relief. He stood up and collected his stuff, and before he made his way down, he glanced back at Mandoria, then soon disappeared from sight.

M:   Mandoria jumped as well and instantly made the Prussia clone disappear, he looked over and watched Anglo and Saxon talking, his heart pounding that he had been caught. When Saxon steered Anglo's attention and made him go inside, which confused and relieved him, and when Saxon looked back at him before he left he waved with a thankful face, he didn't really like that the entity was spying on him but he trusted Saxon more with his secret that anyone else.

The king decided that it would be best he end his training for today, he wrapped back up his wing and headed back inside to start working.

N:   While Anglo and Saxon made their way towards the dining hall, Anglo was reading one of the books and his eyes squinted from reading. "I don't blame whoever translated this to have got it wrong," the winged country said, closing the book, "the stories and poems were passed on verbally, not in a written form."

When they entered the hall, the entity replied, "But still, who could have translated it? Kingdom of Norway? He was probably still bitter from what happened at Stamford bridge." When he registered the others in the room, he asked, "why is everyone on the floor?"

Ignoring his question, England spoke up, "Told you, Fa, you might have just missed him."

"He was on the roof," Anglo told everyone.