"Roman bastard! Unhand me!"
How could a voice that was so threatening be so enthralling?
"I said let me go! I don't need to be escorted! I have feet you know!"
The brunette chuckled, sitting his wine glass down, watching the flap of his tent eagerly. The fun was going to start in three…two…one…
A soldier crashed through the flap, falling to the floor in front of the brunette. Seconds later another soldier flew through the air, landing inches from the other. There was a rush from outside as more soldiers surrounded the outsider. The brunette chuckled, lifting his wineglass as another soldier was sent into his tent, crashing into the side table beside his chair. "That's another piece of furniture you owe me."
"I was provoked."
Rome smirked, standing as his prize walked into the tent. Pale blonde hair, cold green eyes, and a look that could kill. "Germania."
The German looked over at the brunette, scowling. "Must you always say my name every time you see me? A simple hello would do." he said flatly.
"And your reply would be something colorful I presume?" Rome chuckled, making his way to his slightly shorter counterpart.
"Of course." the blond laughed, for the first time, a smile flashing across his features.
The brunette looked around the tent at the soldiers just beginning to pick themselves up. They held their weapons ready, eyes on the German.
"Leave us. I don't need protection." the Roman said, eyes turning back to the beautiful figure before him.
After the last soldier had left, Rome stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Germania's waists, cupping his wrist with his other hand. "I've missed you so much." he said softly, chocolate eyes meeting emerald.
"So did I." the blond replied, leaning up slightly.
Rome beamed. Germania was actually complying. This was great. The brunette leaned down, expecting a kiss.
"Cheeky bastard!" Germania yelled, fist contacting with the side of Rome's head. He tripped the taller brunette, sending him to the ground. The blond placed his boot in the middle of the chest of the Roman Empire, shaking his head. "You dragged me all the way here for a kiss? Are you deranged? After all of that you actually expect me to kiss you, let alone miss you? Ha! You're a piece of work Rome!" the German hissed.
Rome smiled despite the pain in his chest. "At least you're talking to me~." he said happily.
Germania growled, shaking his head. He closed his eyes, moving his foot up to give the Roman another stomp.
The brunette smirked, catching the foot. He pushed up, sending the blond to the floor. Rome moved before Germania could roll out of the way, straddling his waist. "Enough talking." he said, pressing his lips down onto the German's.