"Well this is bloody boring," Gwaine commented about 10 minutes into the walk. Up until that point, they had all been silent, grimly marching forward, following Arthur. None of them were smiling. Elyan and Percival kept glancing around nervously, waiting for something to jump out at them. "I mean, it's good nothing's gone and attacked us yet but seriously? No talking? What's with that?"

"Shut it," Arthur barked, glaring at the man.

Gwaine pouted. "There's no need to be rude."

"Are you really pouting right now?" asked Elyan incredulously.

"No," shot back Gwaine, clearly pouting.

"Yes, you are," Percival countered.

"Am not!"

"You are."

"I am not!"

"You bloody well are!"

"Dа."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Gwaine snapped at Leon.

"I didn't say that," Leon retorted angrily.

"Then who the hell did?"

"Not me," Percival said quickly.

"Wasn't me either," Elyan affirmed.

"Or me," the others said in unison.

"I said nothing," Arthur spat after all eyes turned to him.

"Then who...?" Leon muttered.

"Da." The knights jumped around at the noise.

"There it is again!"

"I think it came from that bush."

"The bush is haunted!"

"You moron, it's not haunted!"

"Shut it!" Arthur shouted. The knights shut it. "Whoever you are, show yourself!" The bushed shuffled again.

"Da," they said quietly. They rustled again, and from them emerged a very strangely dressed man. He wore a long beige coat and a white scarf that reached to around his mid-calf. He was only slightly shorter than Percival. He had violet eyes and silver hair, but was not very old, looking to be in around 20. The man smiled in a manner that you could call friendly, but only at a glance. The illusion of 'friendly' did not last very long in this man's presence. The smile, which had seemed nice enough before, was now making the knights rather uncomfortable. The man took a step forward.

Arthur shivered and he swore that the trees did too. "Who are you? State your name, rank and intention!"

"Privet, comrades. I am Ivan," the man answered. He had a very strange accent. Arthur had never heard one like it before. "I am here to make friends and perhaps join your quest to assist your magical friend? I have magical friend, too. He is called Angliya. I was here with him but then I escaped because I heard you and wanted to see if you were worth destroying," he kept a light, easy tone throughout the explanation, but by the end of it he was radiating fear.

"I think that we're good. If that's all, we'll be going now..." Arthur said, wanting to leave. He could see his men shifting uncomfortably.

"But we were just beginning to get along," Ivan said. "I have not yet convinced you to become one with Mother Russia, da? You cannot leave until you do."

"No thanks, we're good!" Gwaine said, edging away from Ivan. He frowned.

"You must stay. I like your stupid faces when you are scared."

Okay, the knights were officially creeped out by this guy.

"Sorry, but-"

"RUSSIA!" a voice shouted from the forest nearby. Ivan turned towards it.

"Oh, here is Angliya now!" Ivan said. Another person fell out of the bushes. This time, it was a young child. He had messy blonde hair and very thick eyebrows. His green eyes glared up at Ivan in disapproval.

"There you are, Russia. I was beginning to think you'd wandered off agai- Bloody hell!" the boy said when he caught sight of Arthur. "Your majesty!" he bowed and the hood of his cloak flipped forward onto his head. "I'm sorry if Russia here has caused you any problems - I didn't mean to summon the git, I swear!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. Summon? So this child was a sorcerer after all. "Who are you?"

"Albion, sire. At your service," the boy introduced himself. Arthur's other eyebrow joined the first one.

"Really? Because Ivan here says that you're called Angliya," Arthur said. Albion sighed.

"That's his nickname for me, sire. It's my name in his language," Albion explained. "Russia, you need to go home now."

"But Angliya, I was making the friends with these nice men," Ivan protested.

Albion pointed at something behind them. "Is that Belarus?"

Ivan jumped a clear three feet in the air. "Where?" he said, looking around frantically. "Angliya, you need to send me home!"

"Come on then! Sire," he nodded respectfully to the king, then ran off, Ivan in tow. When Ivan left, the atmosphere of the forest, which had been tense since the Doctor had dropped them off, seemed to relax. Arthur didn't know it, but he had just met someone whom he would interact with a lot later, when he and Merlin would unite Albion, along with another boy who was older than Albion named Cymru. He would later learn that they were the personifications of the country, and that they hadn't worked with his father as he had tried to burn them at the stake for sorcery. The two countries did not like Uther. But that is all in the future. For now, the knights were simply confused as to who the man and the child had been, who Belarus was and why the forest seemed to relax after Ivan had left.

Gwaine took a drink from his flask. His eyes widened in surprise. It tasted like alcohol, but when his looked at it it resembled water. Weird.

"Men, we need to keep moving. We don't have time to waste!" Arthur announced after a few minutes of silence. The knights started, then followed Arthur as he walked swiftly towards the two gods and Merlin.

I'm sorry it's so short and so late! *dodges rotten fruit* I'm sorry! *is hit in the face with a potato and falls over* *muttering* But I'm not so sorry that I'll write another chapter all that quickly. Sorry. But! *stands up* I'm not abandoning this! I will finish it eventually!