Author's note: Tumblr prompt was France and England as Roman provinces. Here they are meeting. There was also a discussion for the proper name of one from pre-Roman Britannia. The answer was, I give up.

Also if you've read « We always return to our first love » you'll recognize Francis's name used here.


Britannian

The first thing he does is prod the Britannian in the side.

The second thing he does is prod him in the face.

When the younger boy tries to bite Francisque, the Roman general laughs.

"He's feisty, that one," he comments to the young Gaulish boy he's adopted as his own. "Hard to conquer, these people."

Francisque nods. The Britannian growls.

"Shall I send him off with the rest of the prisoners, or leave him to you to play with?" the general asks.

Looking down at him, the Gaul feels a connection to the boy. He doesn't know what it is, but the boy's big green eyes draw him in and he simply cannot look away. "Leave him please Father," Francisque whispers.

The general nods once, leaving to inspect the rest of the prisoners. While the other boy looks scary, wild, savage even, Francisque has never had a friend before and the idea that he can now have one excites him.

"Will you be my friend?" he asks in Latin, leaning down to look the other in the face.

The boy tries once more to bite him.

"Is this how we're going to be? From now until we die? Fighting?" He's pretty sure friends don't always fight, though he's not exactly sure.

The boy gets quiet before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He says nothing.

Francisque laughs. "At least we'll be together!" The Britannian is no where near as excited by the prospect as he himself is.