Reviews are appreciated and loved like my own puppies, especially since this is my first fan fiction and while I don't expect you to excuse any grammatical mistakes because of that, I do want to make sure I'm not going in entirely the wrong direction.

The warm breeze lazily drifted through the room, bringing a scent of the blue of oceans and the gold of my deserts, tingling the wind chimes with a lemon sound. Someone had left the door open. No one cared- us three were perfectly content on the leather sofa.

I might be adopted. I mused, watching the TV. It would make sense. Everyone else in the family was different from me. I had a more 'rural' attitude, but I tried to make my words sound sophisticated, and to that end had learned a few different languages, a trait which unfortunately did not spill over to my citizen. Uncle Arthur, for example, was very fussy about manners, and sitting up straight. I, however, was currently upside-down on the couch. This could be why Arthur was giving me that look. I wish Alfred wasn't meeting Ivan, so Arthur didn't have to babysit. All my brothers and sisters had fled outside to play, but I wanted to stay with my Divina.

"DON'T BLINK!" came a shriek from my right. I winced, but with a smile; my girlfriend, also upside-down, was very focused on the TV to the point of nearly falling over on her head. I know I shouldn't get to off track talking about her, but Divina really is beautiful- the most beautiful green eyes and chocolate hair, her lilting accent, the way when you asked her about her past you could see the Aztec culture in her mind- Ahem. See what I mean? Her country was Mexico, by the way. Uncle gave us both a very severe look. I swear he was yelling 'Shame on You!' in his head. I was kind of nervous taking Divina to meet the family at first- She was the little sister of Antonio- Spain- who was mildly disliked, to put it gently- but everyone seemed okay with it. Arthur remained silent, working furiously on his embroidery, somehow displaying all his displeasure with how he jabbed the fabric. He paused for a moment.
"I wonder how it would be to time travel?" he asked, and I did fall over at this point, causing much raucous laughter from Divina, and a small "I told you so" from Uncle, even though he hadn't. It did give me a chance to conceal my shock, however. I was almost afraid they had figured out my curse, until I realized that we were watching a show involving time travel.
"Terrible! My schadenfreudic uncle, the best time is here and now, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." I clambered back onto the couch, this time sideways, resting my legs on Divina's stomach. She giggled a bit, and snorted once, in a truly adorable manner.
"I think you will find, my imbecilic child, that many great accomplishments have been achieved in the past. I would, for one, love to go back and relive some of the various times I kicked France's arse." Uncle resumed his needlework, this time with a slightly happier lilt. "Miss Carriendo, what are your opinions?"
"I'm with you on this- hey, where are you going?" I had rolled off Divina and was running towards the bathroom.
"Sorry I'm sick I have to go!" I yelled, not bothering to tell them the truth. My stomach had started hurting in the way it only did when something very bad was about to happen. I shut myself in the bathroom and bent over, clutching my sides. "Damn him, why the hell did he have to activate it? Or was it her? Either way this is a pivotal moment in my life, according to my 'clock'." I winced and lent over further.
To an observer, I knew, I looked like I was blinking in and out of existence, but to me I saw worlds change. In one, the smell of burning wood and an early dawn, and in the other was home-smell and mid-afternoon. I was chilled and then warmed up, and the air I was breathing switched each second, making me choke. I desperately grabbed a nearby towel, wanting to bring something with me besides my clothes. (I don't know why they followed, but they did, and I was always glad). I closed my eyes, hoping the madness would soon stop.

Then it was cold, and there was a small breeze.

I was still clenched up, eyes shut, but I could tell it had defiantly gotten darker. For a bit, I didn't want to open my eyes. I may have been a bit frightened. I wasn't, though, because I am the Hero's child. But then I realized I was clenching something soft. My towel! I still had my towel! Uncle always said that if you have your towel, you will be all right. This, somehow, gave me the courage to open my eyes and look around me. I was right! It was very dark! (thank you, Captain Obvious). I appeared to be in a sort of alley, by its looks the sort you would normally encounter after a night of exceptional drinking. Even considering that this was a dark alley, it still seemed outstandingly dark. Curious, I looked up, expecting to see hints of light pollution.

Instead, there were stars. Thousands of stars. In the gap between the buildings- very tall, was I in one of my eastern brothers houses? I could see more stars than I would see an entire night back home. My mouth, in a pathetically girly fashion, opened in a silent gasp, which I immediately regretted as I began to choke. This place smelled awful. Over all was the smell of burning wood, but beneath that there was the smell of an overused bathroom or perhaps a farm.

Here come the more disgusting part of my venture- the part that comes from transporting into the more sordid areas of cities- so I would recommend skipping this paragraph if you have just eaten. II put out a hand to pull myself up, and encountered something I would rather not have encountered, causing me to sit up in quite a hurry. Squinting around me, I realized there was shit all around me, and now on my hand. I went to wipe my hand on my towel, but decided against it- who knows how long it would be before I would have a chance to wash my towel. I wiped my hand off on a clean spot on the wall, shuddering in disgust the entire time. And looking at it, it didn't look like dog poop. It was a guess, as I was trying hard not to think about it, but it must have been human faeces, very recently smeared all over my hand. From there it was a race to get out of this dark alley I was in as quickly as possible without encountering anymore of this filth. After a few turns, I discovered a leak from one of the walls, with water- probably dirty but I wasn't bothered. I let out a mild sound of relief as I felt cleaner. I wiped my cleaner hand off on my towel, now feeling glad I had brought it. In my past, I had naturally worked on several farms, being a state of cattle, but that was a very long time ago. Not wanting to trip again, but still wanting to get out of there, I began to find the balance between running and watching the ground.

Several turns later, I was concentrating so hard on the floor that, when I came sprinting out onto the street, I ran straight into someone. "I'm sorry-"I stuttered, looking up, straight into the eyes of Divina.

"Divina?" I asked, ideas running through my head. Had Divina got sucked in with me? I heard a laugh from behind me, and bent my head back to see a man pulling a wagon across the paved street. He had strawberry-blonde hair, and must have been in his early twenties. I blinked at him, and then looked back at Divina, to see it was only a statue. Incredible well constructed... I could have sworn I had one like it, but I couldn't have said where. It was very pretty in the moonlight. I continued to act as if the statue was real, apologizing to it and using one of its outstretched hands to help myself up. I finished off the act by bowing, tipping my metaphorical hat at it. Then I arranged my towel on my arm like a waiter. Turning, I gave the man an overly exaggerated snooty look.
"Nolite aspiciet me sic filium." He grinned, revealing a pointed canine. I couldn't understand what he was saying. He was speaking a romance language, though for the life of me I couldn't have told you exactly which one. Perhaps Romanian? It defiantly had a Romanian lilt, and a rural one at that. But the words were differently formed, more Spanish, somehow. It's hard to explain. Whatever it was, I could figure out what he was saying. "You aren't from around here, are you?" He continued, or at least I think that's what he said.
"No, I'm not. Who are you?" I responded in Spanish, hoping he would understand.
He tilted his head, tasting my words to discover their meaning. My eyes had begun to adjust to the dark, so I could see his red eyes brighten. Red? What a strange colour. "My name is Vladimir." He was talking slower, as if to a child. "I am from Dacia."
Wait, was he wearing a collar? He was! It had words on it, but I could not make out what they said. And he was wearing a red-oh, I couldn't put my finger on what exactly out was called. Wait, Dacia? Waaaiit... Then it occurred to me that such excessive waiting in the middle of a conversation was quite rude. He was still staring at me kindly, seemingly expecting an answer.
"My name is... Rio." Sort of a lie; that was only a nickname Divina had given me. However, I never liked giving my name out unless I had too. "I'm from the U.S." Too late, I realized he probably didn't know what that was. Hang on, that statue looked Greek. But we couldn't be in Greece.
"Youess." He mused, "I've never heard of it."
Tunic. Us being in Greece would explain why he was wearing a red tunic, but still, the language was wrong.
"It must be a faraway place."
..Was he speaking Latin?
" Why have you come to Trajan's capital?"
Oh.
Trajan was an ancient roman emperor. I was in Ancient Rome.

Vladimir is Romania, btw. The area where Romania is used to be called Dacia, but was recently conquered by Trajan.