Chapter 1: The Roman Empire
France peaked through the slight crack in the door. What was he doing?
This boy was strange, not even North Italy compared to the oaf in front of him. Who could look so overly delighted after being kidnapped and taken from there home? But nonetheless he appeared joyous.
His full-hearted grin covered his face only to end at his giggling green eyes and his earthy brown hair flopped across well tanned forehead as he bounced up and down on the plush red couch. This seemed all wrong; France could smell the lie seeping through the exuberant happiness.
Thump* thump* thump
France scuttled away from the door as he heard the sound of heavy foot steps pound against the groaning floor boards. However his effort to hide appeared to be in vain and within seconds his seven year old body was snugly held in the arms of the Roman Empire.
Frances small body trembled as he began to sob into his caretakers arms "I-I'm s-s-so- sorry m-Mr. R-Rome. I-I sh-shouldn't s-spy li-like th-that i-it's ru-rude."
Rome smiled softly and kissed him on the forehead "France, child, don't worry. He is going to live in the same house as you; of course you want to learn about him," his words were hushed and warm; they trickled into Frances ears like a cool stream in a hot desert. "And besides Spain is about the same age that you are, I thought you would be curious. Why don't you go talk to him?"
France curled into the man's arms, Rome's voice was so kind and he wanted to believe every word he spoke, but there was more than just a voice, there were words, words that refused to be ignored. France didn't like those words one bit. "But he's so different" his tone was judging and bitter and most definitely did not belong in someone so young. "Can he even speak Latin?"
Rome gave out a defeated sigh "no, no he can't, France." His voice seamed to sting with sadness, France couldn't fathom why. "But, maybe you could teach him."
France marveled up at his guardian. Him, teach Latin, but why? "But, shouldn't you teach him? I mean you're older."
The Roman Empire chuckled "some times children learn better when they're taught by their peers," France felt Rome's arms move out from under him just before his boots hit the floor. "Go on in, pet."
Before he could protest, France was being pushed through the now open door and steered toward the unfamiliar, strange, and overly enthusiastic newcomer. Spain.
AN: this is my first non-Nordic related fan fiction so please tell me what you think.
i don't own Hetalia