America rounded the corner and dropped into one of the outlaw hideouts that were scattered across the kingdom. "Who are you running from?" A voice came from the bar in the hideout. It was one of his closest allies, the king from the kingdom over. He was just making a deal with the head of the black market in the kingdom but was interrupted by the sudden drop in.

"Oh- hey RE!— great to see you! Erm I'm running from the king, a couple of mercenaries, an assassın, a small group of pirates, and a clingy dragon." America slightly stumbled over his words, he was the last person he wanted to run into right now. He mainly didn't want to run into him because he idolized this king despite his disdain for monarchy.

He rubbed his chin formulating a thought looking over the boy covered in dirt. "I see... do you happen to know which of them would pay the highest price to learn where you are?"

"You wouldn't..." America gulped nervously with a nervous laugh. As he raised his hand in a surrender. His wings fluffed out as he sweated.

The king would've done it purely out of entertainment. He was the dragon king from the enemy kingdom, his name was the Russian Empire.