Takes place when Rome had power over everyone. Sorry if this is inaccurate or whatever...I mainly just wanted to write some baby Arthur and big brother Francis fluff!
"Isn't he just the cutest thing?" A teenage Francis asked excitedly, indicating to the small country in his arms. The country had bright green eyes that resembled a forest, and untamed hair. He only looked the size of a toddler. "Roman Empire gave him to me, to look after him!"
"Wow, you're right amigo, he really is cute," Antonio, who was about the same age as Francis, spoke as he admired the little boy who was fighting off sleep.
"You should have seen him when he first arrived. He was a tiny savage of a thing. We had to bathe and give him proper clothes since he'd been living in the forest. Now it's my job to civilize him," Francis told his friend proudly. "By the way, his human name is Arthur."
The tiny country, Arthur, yawned and fidgeted slightly in the French teen's lap. He blinked his green eyes tiredly and gave a whine. Francis shushed him, rocking the small child.
"You're so good with kids Francis. I wish I had an underling to take care of," Antonio sighed wistfully before holding his arms out. "Hey, can I hold him?"
"Sure thing, but be careful, he bites" Francis warned, but passed over the country to the Spaniard. "I'm still trying to teach him not to bite or hit."
Antonio smiled and held the country securely. He was so tiny! Had they been this small when they first became countries? Well, the Roman Empire had helped their countries grow and expand in culture. Now this little one would probably grow bigger and stronger too, since he was under the Roman Empire's care.
Arthur looked aggravated at being held by a stranger. He began to fuss and squirm, reaching out to strike at Antonio. Francis was quick to grab Arthur's hand and scold him. The toddler scowled and mewled out something in a different language.
"It's going to be awhile until he learns proper culture and becomes more civilized. At least now I have actually taught him how to eat politely." Francis said. "But as long as he's taken care of properly then he'll turn into a strong country someday! I can already just sense it..."
"Let's hope he wont be too powerful. I wouldn't want to go to war with him someday," Antonio replied teasingly. "Here, you'd better hold him. I don't think he likes me too much."
Francis grinned and took Arthur back into his arms. The toddler settled back into his lap and once again mumbled something in a different language. His words were ignored, and Francis just ran a hand through his messy blonde locks. Arthur began fussing again, so Francis set the nation on the ground beside him. The little Brit instantly became happier and played with the grass and clovers. The child did enjoy playing a lot. He was especially awed when Francis gave him some toy wooden animals as a treat for being good.
"Pretty soon he'll catch onto the language I'm trying to teach him, and then he'll be able to talk better. Roman Empire told me it was going to take awhile so I must have patience. I don't mind though. Even if he is a brute, he certainly is a sweet little thing. I think he has some brothers living out there too. It was a shame they weren't brought here. They were the ones to teach Arthur all of his rudeness." Francis told him.
"Well I'm sure they'll be caught and tamed too, eventually." Antonio said, before his eyes flickered to Arthur and he chuckled. "Oh my. Arthur sure has a knack for getting dirty."
"What?" Francis asked, turning to look at what his friend was referring to. Arthur was playing in a muddy spot on the ground. His tunic sleeves were covered in mud, as were his hands and feet. Francis chuckled. "Oh dear. It looks like I must give him another bath." He said, reaching over to pick the toddler up and hold him at arms length. Arthur pouted at the word bath, as he did understand their words to an extent.
"Well, see you later then Francis. You too Arthur!" Antonio bid them goodbye through laughter.
"Bye," Francis replied, before carrying Arthur back to Roman Empire's home. "Goodness mon lapin, why must you always be so messy? We're spending the rest of the day inside. After your bath I think a nap is in order."
What do you think? This was meant to be a one shot, but I could always add a chapter or two if you want...