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Tale of the Inheritance of the Hero	By : PilarthelastPillar Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five: The Gunslinger and the Wizard

"Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going." - Paul Theroux

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It was a beautiful day in the City of Silver Moon with the warm weather and the brilliant clear blue sky. People milled about through the streets as merchants bargained, aristocrats and philosophers argued, and children played. A young man, with blond hair and thin framed glasses, took a moment to observe the street ahead of him. Men and women dressed fashionably with vivid colors of blue, gold, and silver. Even the merchants whom wore dull colored clothing had clothes that were perfectly clean and wrinkle free. The young man looked at himself with his worn, dirty brown leather jacket and for the first time in his life, felt insecure. Taking a deep breath, he began to weave through the crowded streets doing his best to blend in. But the people of Silver Moon did not bother to notice the young outsider, for if they did, they would have wondered why the young man was wearing a leather jacket on such a beautiful, warm day. If they took an even closer look, they would have noticed a slim, silver pistol that was barely concealed by the jacket. The young man turned right at a street corner and entered a small pub.

"Welcome to the Black Duck Pub," The bartender greeted. Sky blue eyes shined with youth and a kind smile broke out onto the young man's face.

"One pint of your best ale please," The young man ordered and the bartender nodded and disappeared. The young man picked a table in the corner and sat down. He cleaned his glasses with his shirt as the bartender returned.

"You waiting for someone?" The bartender asked as he wiped his balding head with a dirty handkerchief. The young man smiled at the bartender's question. The bartender reminded him of his old man, looked kind of like him too with the pepper gray hair and the slight beer belly.

"You could say that," The young man sipped on his pint, not adding any more information.

"Now what I can't understand is why you would come alone to Silver Moon City as such a young kid," the old bartender paused before he added "even if you are a gunslinger."

The young man's eyes glinted dangerously as his hand was on his gun in a flash.

"Now, now. Don't get your panties in a bunch," The bartender's hazel eyes twinkled in amusement, "I was just interested. Haven't seen a gunslinger in a while. Especially one who's so young."

The young man relaxed but pouted, "I'm not that young. I'll have you know that I'm turning nineteen next month." The bartender laughed at the young man's childish behavior.

"Very well. If you need anything Gunslinger, just let me know," The bartender disappeared back into the bar and the gunslinger was left alone once again.

It was barely a minute when the door to the pub opened again, revealing another man. Sandy blond hair that was quite ruffled popped out of a black hood. Forest green eyes scanned the room and two very bushy eye brows furrowed into one in anger as he spotted the gunslinger.

"Of all the bloody places Alfred," the man grumbled. The gunslinger, now Alfred, only brightened even more.

"Arthur! What took you so long, old man? I thought I was going to drink all by myself!"

"You bloody git! Me old? I'm four years older than you! And you're the reason why I'm bloody late!" Arthur snapped as he sat down and stole Alfred's drink.

A lazy smile spread over Alfred's face as he said, "You know that you had to finish your task. It was an order," Arthur stiffened at Alfred's statement as he touched his neck, which was covered by his black cloak.

"So, were the rumors true?" Alfred asked, not bothered by Arthur's weird reaction.

"Unfortunately," Arthur replied as he relaxed more into the chair, "I saw five armies of the King. All heading out in different corners of the kingdom collecting taxes. People have been talking about how five people have been taken captive from their towns to be brought to the Capital where our most beloved King lives and breathes," Arthur sneered as he took a sip of Alfred's pint and bitterly continued, "But something doesn't add up. I tried investigating on the motives of arrests, and all that came up were mediocre reasons: not paying taxes, disturbing the peace. So why doesn't the King let the districts take care of such minor problems as these?"

"And?" Alfred said hoping there was more.

"Well, my sources say that the prisoners are in fact not heading for the Capital but are confined somewhere else."

"Where?" Alfred inquired as his interested picked up.

"Not sure really. Probably in a fort or a holding cell somewhere in a remote area." Arthur informed.

"Which could be anywhere from the Forests of the South to the Mountains in the North," Alfred moaned miserably.

"With these random kidnappings and hiding the prisoners, the King is definitely up to something," Arthur concluded.

"Well, it looks like we have our next mission!" Alfred boomed. Stealing back his drink from Arthur he gave a wink to him and announced, "Time for the hero and the sidekick to step in!"

"Now hold on!" Arthur berated, hoping to real his friend back. "Something big is going on, and we can't just go blindly in like last time!"

"Why? We got the job done," Alfred whined.

"Yes, but I would like to get the job done without having any more near death experiences,"Arthur retorted. Alfred's pout was back and before he could complain Arthur cut him off.

"I sense something... something dark and powerful. And if my hunch is correct, we need something more than just a gunslinger and wizard on this case. We need help," Arthur whispered.

"Would you two like anything else? Something to eat for a couple of travelers?" A voice asked. Startled, Arthur sat up straight and saw the old bartender.

"Uh, two house specials," Alfred piped up and he smiled brightly as he added, "and put it on Arthur's tab here," Arthur started to sputter as Alfred laughed loudly. The bartender shook his head and left the two of them alone. Watching the old bartender disappear, Alfred calmed down a bit.

"So, who do you have in mind to join team, Hero?" Alfred asked.

Eyebrow still twitching, Arthur replied, "I have two in mind. The Dragon of the East, and... well..."

"Who is it Arthur?" Alfred demanded in annoyance.

"Have you heard of the Shadow Demon?" Arthur inquired in a lowered voice. Now, it was Alfred's turn to be angry. The smile disappeared and blue eyes narrowed.

"A demon? Demons aren't anything but destruction! What would be in it for him to join us and agree to save people?" Alfred fumed.

"He owes me a favor," Arthur answered.

"That's it? Oh well, excuse me. I have never met an honorable demon before!" Alfred exclaimed sarcastically, "Well, if you get to bring the demon then I get to bring the Rose Mage."

"W-What? Alfred, you only want him to come along because you want his food!" Arthur sputtered as he stood up.

"Well, yeah," Alfred said easily as he leaned back in his chair, not realizing the consequences of his words until suddenly he saw Arthur in a corner of the pub, hunched down.

"I'm not a bad cook. My food isn't that bad, is it?" Arthur mumbled to himself miserably.

"Hey! Don't just randomly mope in public! You'll scare people that way!" Alfred said as he approached Arthur. Unfortunately, Arthur's mood seemed to worsen as he started to omit depressing aura which made other patrons of the pub feel nervous. Alfred, feeling guilty, went up to Arthur and started to pat his back awkwardly.

"Hey now, your food isn't that bad. I just thought that if someone else cooked, it would help you with your workload," Alfred cooed to Arthur.

"R-really?" Arthur asked as he turned his tearful face towards Alfred.

"Yeah," Alfred smiled warmly, "So please stop crying. It's creeping me out," Alfred helped Arthur stand. They both awkwardly returned to their table where they found their food had already arrived.

"So, where do we head first?" Alfred inquired as they took their seats.

"We need to head to Dartmith. It's a town located near the mountains of the west, for in the caves is where the Shadow Demon lies," Arthur informed but then stopped. Alfred was in the middle of shoving a roasted chicken that was a size of a dove into his mouth. Arthur sighed tiredly. "Would it even bother you to at least cut that thing in half?"

Alfred chewed quickly and then swallowed, "It's okay, because a hero like me can handle it. And don't look at me like that! I was listening!"

Arthur raised both bushy eyebrows while leaning his face on his fist, "Alright, so we have a plan," blue eyes darkening slightly and a cocky grin stretched across his face, "So, what are we waiting for?"

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