A/N: HEADCANON TIME! I was writing up a profile for India for my Nano plot, when I thought about her relationship with that legendary charmer, Rome. I honestly think that Rome was actually quite scared of this particularly mysterious woman from the East. I also think that she's pretty much the only Ancient nation, besides Celt, that Rome never managed to get into bed. Enjoy.
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India adjusted her position on the cushion as she looked levelly at Rome, who was fidgeting as he tried to find a comfortable position to sit in.
"What was it that you wanted this time, Rome?" she asked pointedly, "I'm a very busy woman you know." Rome flashed the woman his most charming smile,
"I was hoping that we could discuss the trade agreement that we established." India raised an enquiring eyebrow at this,
"What is there to discuss? I thought we'd already agreed on terms that suited us both." Rome's smile widened as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes,
"That we have, my dear lotus flower, but..." he was sharply cut off,
"If you are here on business, then you would do well not to use such casual language." She told him, her tone sharp and warning. Rome's face fell; his usual charms still weren't working. He rallied himself for another try,
"Ah, but India, I was merely trying to..." once again India smoothly cut him off, her eyes narrowing,
"I know exactly why you are here, Rome. And you know the answer is still no. I will remind you again that I am not some trophy to be added to your collection. Unlike some others I could mention, I have standards, and you currently fall so far below them that you cannot even match a mosquito." Rome pouted,
"Then tell me what I can do to match your standards." He whined as India stood and made to leave the room, "I will do anything you ask." He added desperately. India stopped and rounded on him,
"Even if you could create the heavens anew for me, I would still refuse." She replied coldly, "You may take your leave; I am done discussing this with you." She said as she walked through the door into the next room. Rome sat on the cushion, staring wide-eyed after the other nation. Eventually he sighed and got up, leaving the majestic building dejectedly. He plucked a flower from a nearby bush gingerly and tested its sweet fragrance. He looked at it, looked back at the building where India lived, sighed and started the long walk back to his own house. It seemed that there was just no way to tame a tiger, though he would probably die trying.
