A/N: Hiya there! Welcome to one of my many ongoing stories! This is the first one I've been able to get on here, but my bio list all the one's I'm working on! So, LucyMoon1992 I'm working on that one I told you about, I'm just really caught up on these others to get much done on that one, but I'm trying REALLY hard to work on that one! Now, to introduce you to the select people who will talk with me!

Sicily: Ugh, dammit Angel, do IHAVE to be apart of this?
AngelHairCurls: YES! You're the main character in this story!
Sicily: Fuck~
Romano: If it makes you feel any better I don't want to do this either.
AngelHairCurls: Yeah, you're like that though, you cute tsundere~! :D
Romano: I'm NOT tsundere!
AngelHairCurls: Pfffft! :D lies~! All lies~!
Sicily: You have issues bitch.
AngelHairCurls: *shrugs* to~ fucking bad! Deal with it woman~! ;D
Sicily: I feel the onset of a headache to come. I'm leaving. *walks off*
Romano: Me to *walks away with Sicily*
AngelHairCurls: But you guys~! *pouts* dammit. Well, let's get to this disclaimer and I'll let you read this chapter while I go and fetch those two and bring them back! :D

Disclaimer: I own the unnamed characters, the idea, Sicily's OC, and nothing else in this chapter. Hima-papa owns all the other characters besides the one's that belong to history itself!

{Fire consumes this heart
Rage pounds through these warriors veins
While steel clashing rings out
And the final battle rings out
Between two opponents
Only one can win}

Around 750 B.C.

A woman with long, thick, and wavy mahogany brown hair and emerald eyes was watching the shores of her island with an unhappy, burning glint in her eyes. She narrowed her eyes as she watched strangers make their home on an island that they did not belong to. She gripped her sword hilt tighter as she observed one of the women among the group who seemed to hold all of the power of the strangers. She was obviously the one in charge of these people, and it was important to scare her enough to leave the island.
"My people will drive these strangers out, they do not belong here," she hissed to herself before spinning around and dashing towards the inner part of the island, to the nearby village of her people.
When she arrived she noticed her people were moving around the village a tad bit stiffer and cautious, as if they could sense the newcomers on the shore. She made her way to where the leader of this tribe stayed, her brown leather boots crunching on the dying grass beneath her soles. She opened the flap of the tent catching the attention of the leader immediately. He stood up swiftly and bowed deeply in respect towards her, dark brown hair falling into his eyes before he stood back up.
"Sicily, what brings you into my presence, my lady?" He asked her.
"Strangers are on the shore making their own village and tribe. They have one of my kind among them," Sicily told him in an icy tone.
"Does this mean what you told my ancestors? A war will break out?" The tribe leader asked her with a cautious tone.
"Yes, a war. For many years to come even. War will rage in our land but there will be peace sometimes. My people in this tribe must be brought together to prepare for our first attack so we can make them leave," she told him and shifted to look out at the others of the tribe.
"Then I'll gather our warriors and tell them to prepare for battle. When do we strike?"
She turned back to him, emerald eyes locked with brown. She smirked and gave a dark chuckle as she planned it out in her mind.
"We strike a dawn, before the will awake. We will take them by surprise and kill them all. Leave the woman like me in their group to my blade," the nation said in a dangerous, predatory tone while a dark glint gleamed in her eyes.
"Yes, my lady. It will be done," he said to her and bowed again.
She nodded and swiftly left for her temporary house outside the village. She walked in and took her sword off of her belt, putting it on her entrance table. She was determined to be as ready as possible for the fight to come tomorrow.

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Sicily tightened the brown leather corset around her chest, making sure that it would stay tied for the upcoming battle. She looked in the large bowl of water and frowned before scooping some out and washing her face off. She shook her head to make the water fly off.
"A warrior will always fight for what belongs to them and what they believe in. My warriors and I shall prevail in this battle," she said to herself in a flat tone and then grabbed her sword and belted it back around her waist. She grabbed her leather boots, put them on and stood making her way towards the awaiting warriors who were standing just outside the village under the twinkling lights of the night sky.
"Ready warriors?" The emerald-eyed woman asked the men and women around her. They nodded and she smirked, "Good, let's go."
She took off at a light and easy lope as the warriors followed her closely behind as they made their way to the shore...
And the battle that awaited them.

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In the wee hours before dawn, Sicily gathered her warriors into an attack formation she desired for ambush not even a hundred yards from the shore village the strangers had erected in the last few weeks since arriving. She went through the battle plan in her head again as she walked through the warriors, making sure the ambush would be done well enough to scare them off.
As the first light broke she stood in front of her warriors and moved forward. The ambush had begun.
They walked swiftly and silently across the dying grass as they closed in on the village. Feeling the adrenaline rush through her as her senses peaked for the approaching battle she grinned the smile of a predator on the hunt as she broke into a run. Her warriors followed suit as they stormed the village. For several moments after entering the village all was silent as they split up into groups, she herself going off on her own entirely, but after a few more moments a scream rang out as the first kill of the battle happened.
She stopped to listen for a second and just a moment later she saw one of the village guards come around the corner. Spotting her the guard drew his weapon and charged at her. Smiling wickedly she waited for him to be close before drawing her sword and struck lightning fast at him. In two strikes she disarmed him and spun around, beheading him.
'Let the hunt begin', she thought before setting off at a swift pace through the village in search of the woman she had seen that was like her. She fought several off the guards along her way as she continued her search.
Coming out of the village edge on the shore, she saw her target. The woman had long, wavy, chestnut brown hair, peridot colored eyes, with skin lighter than her own standing in her people's uniform of the warriors.
"You shouldn't have come here," Sicily said in an icy tone as she made her way closer to the other woman.
"I'm hear because I'm searching," the lighter skinned woman told her.
"Well, if it was a fight you were looking for," Sicily gave her a dark smirk and twirled her sword once, "then you damn sure found one."
Sicily lunged at the woman without warning, quick as a flash. The other woman brought up her sword to block, their blades collided with brute force. Sicily narrowed her eyes at the other nation before they backed off of each other. They sized each other up again before clashing their blades again. Slashing, parring, blocking, stabbing, they danced across the sand in a flurry of movement, neither being able to get the upper hand as they exchanged blow after blow. As the number of times their swords clashed against each other Sicily began to get more and more aggravated at the lack of wounds upon her opponent. She gave a feral snarl as she jumped back to dodge a sweeping cut made by the peridot-eyed woman.
'I believe I underestimated her skill as a warrior', Sicily thought with a scowl. She lunged back into the fight exchanging several more blows with the chestnut-haired woman before landing the first hit, a slice to the brunette's left arm that was nothing more than a light scratch. Grinning in triumph she chuckled darkly.
'Now the real fight begins!'
Striking out again she attempted to catch her opponent off-guard catching her just below the shoulder of the same arm before being forced back into defensive moves by her opponent. As they continued to exchange more blows Sicily obtained a scratch across her left cheek trying to deflect a high placed slash and another scratch just below her ribs. Her green-eyed opponent had gained a gash on her right calf and another on her left thigh from low slashes. They exchanged several more blows, Sicily grinning viciously as she grew bolder and performed more offensive blows, only to have her opponent duck below a sweep and kick her legs out from under her. With a thud she landed on her back, a sword pointed at her heart.
"Drop your sword," the brunette ordered Sicily in a dark tone. Sicily laughed and gave her a wicked grin.
"Over my still breathing body," she told the brunette in a dangerous, challenging tone, emerald eyes alight with a fire.
"That can be changed," her opponent said lowly.
"Prove it," the emerald-eyed nation challenged, a smirk appearing on her face. Quick as a flash the blade pierced into her, striking her heart. Sicily gasped in pain before chuckling and looking at her opponent, eyes beginning to dull.
"Nearly…eight thousand years…I've protected this land…none before you…could kill me…you deserve this land," Sicily said and smiled a pure smile before closing her eyes and being consumed by death.

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Ancient Greece looked down at the slain personification in horror and sorrow. She had come to this land looking for a new place for her people, not truly expecting to find an occupied island with its own personification.
'I killed one of my own kind without meaning to', she thought to herself. She pulled her sword out of the lifeless body below her, sheathed her sword and bent down to pick up the body of the girl who looked fairly young still. Sorrow at the killing of the woman churned around inside her.
"Sleep well," the brunette nation murmured and carried her back into the small town that her people had established. When she entered the center of town she saw several of the others that were native to the island, women and men alike. One of the elder men seemed to be glaring at her as she approached the surrounded group. He shouted something at her in his native tongue, pointing at her. Sensing it had to do with the woman she was carrying she walked up to him and laid her down near him. The man looked at her with a shocked expression seeing the older personification dead. Ancient Greece lowered her head to show him she was sorry.
"Leave us," she ordered the other warriors. They left and she kneeled down to his level.
"Do you understand me?" She asked the dark-haired man. Her looked up at her.
"Yes, I understand you. You speak my tongue," he told her.
"Good. I wish to tell you I had no idea who she was when we fought. I merely was defending myself from her, but know she died the death of a warrior," she told him. He nodded his head.
"Sicily died happy then. You now rule out land," he said slowly.
'So her name was Sicily…', Ancient Greece said.
"I want to live alongside her people. If you leave my people alone we will stay on the edge of the island and my people will not bother you as you stay inland," she explained to him.
"Will she return to us?" He asked pointing at Sicily's dead body.
"Not right away, but she might…eventually. I do not know if it was willed that she die yet. As long as you remain I'm sure she will return," Ancient Greece said, trying to give him hope.
"Then we will move if we have to," the dark-haired man told the nation.
"I understand. I will my people I'm letting you go. I only request that when she," the personification pointed to the dead nation's body, "comes back as a child that you turn her over to us so we may teach her about since she is like me."
The tribe leader looked at her in slight awe.
"You're the same as she was," he stated in a shocked tone.
"Yes, indeed I am," she told him, staring her own peridot orbs into his brown ones.
"Then I will tell the others. Our terms for freedom and make sure my descendants know them if she does not return in my life," he said to her.
Ancient Greece nodded at him with a small smile before standing up and waving one of her guards over.
"Take them out of the town, I'm letting them go free. Some day they will return with a small child and you are to take this child in and treat her as you do me. I want all guards to be told this, even the new recruits that are obtained. When she arrives I wish to be notified of it through a letter. I will be traveling back to my home in Athens for now," Ancient Greece told him. The guard replied with a swift "Yes, my Lady," before she turned back to the natives.
"He will take you back to the edge of the village to let you go free. Remember our promise, and we will uphold our end of the deal as well."
The tribe leader nodded his head before gathering his remaining warriors and leaving as swiftly as he could with a few of the guards escorting them.
'I may see you again sooner than you think', she thought as she instructed all of her people in the village to never speak of this fight to anyone, 'because all personifications killed before they have no land left to them will always reincarnate.'

A/N: Oh hey look! In the first chapter I killed off a character XD my OC to be exact. Don't worry, she reappears next chapter~! :D
This story should be interesting.…I've only got a few key points I want in there finished…plus the first three chapters. So, if updates take a while, you know why~!
I'm putting theories of mine in this, just to let you know when you meet another certain character~! So enjoy!

Review please? They will make me happy to know how I'm doing and what people like about this! And what I could improve to make it better! Just…no flames, they'll be eaten by my (non-existent) pet llama ;D

Also! I need to have people who speak fluent and/or rather good French/Spanish/Italian/German…a combination of those is acceptable! PM me if you do because I'll need to know certain words/phrases. I don't trust Google translate! Also, title the PM subject the language you are willing to lend a hand in. In your PM I need to know where you are strongest in that language(unless you speak fluently in said language which should be included) and what your weakest points are. I will contact you when needed for translations which will be more and more often as the story goes on(probably every other chapter unless necessary).
Thanks for your time! I hope to have people willing to help me since it would be much appreciated!

With Love,
AngelHairCurls