Yes, right. So it was off towards the King's Gate. England barely said a word on their journey. He moved slow enough so that he wasn't pushing Prussia, but they didn't plod along.

A few things were running through his mind, things he remembered that he wanted to discuss with Prussia. England wondered if now was a good time to talk about what they'd been up to, despite the argument they'd had earlier.

Once they were beyond the gate, England leaned against the wall to rest. They made it! They were now alone, aside from those stupid balls of light.