Memories connected to the man came in the form of the parties he threw. Not the formal parties, for political matters, but wild parties for entertaining his friends. Why Heracles had to come to this man's parties, where it often got too coarse and crude for the age he was at the time, he never knew.
His name was Ancient Rome.
He was Heracles's father.
Memories connected to her were some of the happiest Heracles possessed. It was peaceful with her. She taught him everything he should know and all the other things he did. Greece, what he called himself, was taken from her name.
And her name was Ancient Greece.
She was Heracles's mother. He wished she hadn't died. Or been killed, more accurately.
The memories with this next man were, in Heracles's opinion, between the…eventful times with Rome, and the contented times with Ancient Greece. Sometimes they had been spent joyfully, discussing philosophy or his mother's culture, but a lot of them had been spent full of warnings and worry, the man trying to make Heracles grow up faster than he should. He wanted to prepare him for Rome.
This man's name was Byzantium.
He had been Heracles's caretaker, and his passing had reminded, or more shown him, that you couldn't escape from Rome in that world.
The next person most prominent in Heracle's childhood was one that he still saw to that day. And they bickered constantly. Most people couldn't figure out why, and put it down to that the two didn't either, and fought because of some past offense. It was more than that to Heracles, but he couldn't deny that the man had taken him in, like so many others, and try to lend him some knowledge. He hadn't failed in that aspect.
His name was Turkey.
Heracles called him Sadiq as well.
The last two of his childhood, yes, there were two, and twins at that, were still around for him to speak to as well. Even though Heracles was technically their uncle, as Rome was their grandfather and his father, the three were so close in age it was more like cousins, or brothers.
North Italy Veneziano and South Italy Romano. Or, Feliciano and Lovino Vargas.
They were the treasured grandsons of Rome, Feliciano especially. They were on good terms, even though Heracles'd had a sub-war with them in World War 2. However, these two favorites of Rome had affected the entire empire, with the country's infatuation with them.
Treasured, loved, fought over, taken, enslaved, overlooked, forgotten, discarded.
Instead of Sparta, this is Greece.
A/N- I've wanted to do this idea for awhile, the story of Greece's childhood and all the people that affected it. I will tell you that the historical knowledge is, aside from a few books I have, all mine and therefore not very good. If you want to tell me something me anything I've done wrong, please PM or leave it in a review ^^
Two notes- I know Ancient Greece was referred to as the Byzantine Empire, but I just made Byzantium a separate character. Also, Greece will be called Heracles for most of the fic.
Read and review, and tell me if you think I should continue!
I don't own Hetalia. All I own is Byzantium. -.- Okay, end long author's note.