I was staring at it while it slept. It looked so innocent. I knew better though. Especially if it were to stay with me. At some point I had to leave it by itself or at least with someone else to care for it. If it staid in my life then it would be affected by every action, every reaction, every battle, every war, every word. Everything in my life or about my life would slowly corrupt its innocence.

The crazy thing was that even when it was awake it would look innocent even if it caused trouble from time to time. This trouble, however, I supposed came from the life I was living right now. I guess I should introduce myself and it, shouldn't I?

Well my name is… Germania. I live close to Rome. Rome himself has two kids, at least that I have seen. My child is sleeping. His name is Prussia. His human name is Gilbert Beilschmidt. I was currently inside Rome's palace. I was supposed to be attending a show where one of his newly captured slaves would be fighting a lion. This show was happening at the Colosseum.

I stood alert as the child stretched, yawned, and rubbed it's eyes. I picked him up. "We have an invitation to a showing today, Gilbert. It will be fun. However, you should never attempt this. It is very dangerous and the only people who do this are lowly beings called fodder." He giggled in response. I am very pleased to see that he never shrinks from battle. However it is also very concerning because that's one step toward war. Enough concern for now. Gilbert will end up just fine.

We arrived to the Colosseum and I placed him on his feet. He stumbled a little before he quickly walked off. Someone threw their arm around my shoulders. I clenched my teeth together. Already Rome was here.

"So a happy to see you a made it here Germania! My boss is eager to see if this slave has any guts! He's not any good for working. Everything he tries to clean he breaks! It makes mi bambinos laugh. Ah~! The sound of a child's laughter is just the best, isn't it? Don't worry, I know you agree." He grabbed my arm. "Come on!" He ran up into the Colosseum and sat down in the box where his boss would be sitting. I yanked my arm away from him. I needed to see Gilbert. I looked around to see him on the top row with two little brown haired kids. Must be Rome's. I pointed at them.

"Who are they?"

"Uh?" He looked over to where I was pointing. "Oh hey! It's mi bambinos! Hey a you! Go a get my Italians!" The guard nodded. "And the other one too! They a need to know a how this is done if they want any chance at being a like me!"

"Oh, yeah, every kid wants to be like the Roman Empire."

"I know right? Too bad not every kid can a be like a me, Roman Empire."

"Isn't one of your kids named Romano?" Hearing Roman Empire said aloud reminded me of that name. Who that was I don't remember. All I need to remember is Gilbert. That's easy but keeping an eye on him is sometimes easily said than done.

"Why, yes. Can you guess Feliciano's name?" I felt my face drop. Then just to make him stop staring I answered.

"Feliciano?" He gasped.

"How could you have a guessed? That name's harder for everyone else to a remember." He slouched but smiled immediately as our kids were brought to us. One of the Italians were grumpy and squirming to get out of the guards hold. The other one was calmer than a Germanian when he's high on mushrooms. Mine was just cackling. I took mine and Rome set his on a high stone to let them watch. I didn't want Gilbert to watch. I don't want to give him any ideas. Ever. At least about this stuff.

"When does it start?"

"As soon as my a boss sits down. He's still getting a dressed. Do both of you have a good view?"

"Si."

"Si!"

"That's a good! Now I'm a gonna go get some a pasta! We need good food to watch a good show!" He left me in charge of all these kids?! I felt anger floating around me and quickly calmed down. I set Gilbert on his feet and pointed at him.

"Stay." He fell on his backside, smiling at me, chuckling. Does all this kid do is laugh? "I'll go get some wurst." I heard him clap his hands excitedly.

"Okay Daddy."

"Behave!" I walked to catch up with Rome. He was singing in Latin.

"Pasta. Pasta. Pasta. Oh how I love Pasta."

"Really?" He chuckled, smiling at me.

"What? It's nice to have music every once in a while. Lighten up Germania."

"Sometimes you should be more serious."

"You make a me laugh." He proceeded to laugh before we reached a place to buy food. "I will a have five big bowls of pasta! With lots of pasta sauce." Why am I friends with this idiot again? I sighed. When I was asked what I wanted I ordered two pints of beer and thirty wursts. This might be a long fight or a small fight. No one knew until it actually happened. "How much a do you bet that I could a beat the lion?"

"Nothing. You're Rome. You've beaten many armies. A lion won't be much for you."

"Well a then how about you?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Maybe the Huns all on one against me, then it'd be fun." I smirked.

"Oh! You just gave a me a great- no grand idea! How about you and I fight the Hun army together? We can make them go back to where it was they came from. Maybe even capture a few of them. Make them fight bulls or lions. I a wish we had dragons."

"Dragons don't exist." He groaned.

"Don't remind me."

"Here's your orders." I took out my money and paid for mine and Rome put his on 'the house'. Rome and I carried our food back to the Colosseum. Where we didn't find any of the three kids.

"Hey that's odd. I could of sworn that I a left mi bambinos here." He put the food down before looking over the banister. "Aw~! Isn't that cute Germania? They're fighting the lions?" I dropped everything and ran to the banister myself. He was right. I groaned. We'd missed the fight and he had apparently been to fight three lions… and now the Italians and Prussia were down there running back and forth, all having fun. You could tell by their laughter. However the lions clearly weren't thinking this as a game because they kept trying to catch them. The people were just watching, laughing themselves. They thought it a part of the show? What the hell does Rome do here? Or maybe they thought the lions were just playing.

I threw myself over the banister, drawing out my sword. Rome gasped.

"Ah~ that's right! Now is not a time to be watching the show." He jumped over the banister too, landing right beside me. The people stopped laughing and began to cheer. Stupid bloodthirsty Romans. I ran over, bringing out my shield and bashing one of the lions with it. Rome took on the other two.

"Aw! I was having fun!" Gilbert complained. I brought my sword against the lion as it was dazed into being still and successfully got it to back up. I could easily kill it but it wasn't easy for Rome to capture lions was it? I picked up Gilbert and ran back to the banister and climbed up. People cheered. Gilbert however pouted in my arms, refusing to look at me.

Rome was just having fun defending his kids from the lions, now three since I was out of there and so was Gilbert. Rome eventually picked up his kids and put them over the banister before backing all three lions back into their cage. I could see that one of his Italians were relieved to be back up here but the other one was glaring. Clearly he also thought it was fun.

Rome climbed back over the banister and everyone cheered, throwing coins and flowers down into the pit. A few minutes later and people were beginning to leave. I glared down at Gilbert. "What were you thinking? I told you to behave!"

"Hey Germania! Don't yell at the kid. Mine did it too. Kids love getting into danger. Especially Romano." Romano spat his tongue out.

"Do not."

"No danger." Gilbert laughed. "Just fun."

"He was doing it." Romano replied, looking up at Rome. Gilbert looked up at me.

"So why can't we?" … How does one explain the difference between someone important and lion fodder? However Rome answered for me. Though this time I was grateful.

"Because he was a big. You are a small. Don't worry. When you're bigger you can fight all the lions you want." I scoffed at him. Gilbert and Romano cheered. "Now let's a go back to the palace. We have lunch a waiting!"

"Si! Lunch!" Feliciano cheered. Romano shoved him. Rome looked down and picked them both up in different arms. I moved Gilbert to one arm. I pointed at the food we bought.

"What of that?"

"It's old food!" Rome declared. "Don't worry, Germania, I'll get you a refund. I'll give you back your money in twenty gold coins! Surely that will keep a you happy, no?" I sighed.

"You waste food?" I asked, putting down Gilbert. He smiled and quickly picked up the dropped wurst and began eating it.

"No, I'll feed it to the lions." I just stared at him. This man is odd. I picked up Gilbert by his arm and dragged him away from the dropped food. I moved him to sit in my arms instead. Where he began to tug on my braids. I closed my eyes and sighed. Like I said. He's innocent, even when awake most of the time.