And chapter 2 is up~! Please red and review~
This chapter is about the Schism, between Catholic and Orthodox church. Meaning~ New OC.
I'm going to keep a strict timeline with this story, so, this chapter is set in 1054.
"I'm tired of your fake beliefs, you godless bastard!"
"Well, I'm even more tired of you and your stubbornness! May you burn in hell!" Vatican screamed, and slapped a roll of paper on the table.
Byzantine glared, and did her best to stop from punching the annoying kid back to Rome, settling for hitting the other square on the head with a similar roll of paper. "Here you go! I won't recognize you anymore!"
"Oh wow. Should I be offended, that a godless, old bitch won't recognize me?" the boy mocked, and looked up at Byzantine with an arrogant smirk.
The woman had decided she'd had enough. "Get. Out. Of. My. House. Now."
Vatican just laughed. It was quite a sight, to see that little boy release such an ominous, sadistic sound. A pair of mismatched brown and golden eyes stared up at Byzantine, along with a raised eyebrow. The child's face was pale, smooth, and free of hair, framed by a cascade of dark brown. He was engulfed in invaluable robes that glowed with his every move. "Remember that, Roman Empire, you will fall. And you will fall by my hand."
"We'll see about that. Go away." Byzantine snapped, barely holding back from grabbing a guard's sword and driving it through the other's abdomen, so he could finally see his insides.
Rus, hidden in a corner next to Greece, peeked out at his wife arguing with the kid. His big, purple eyes widened at the sight of his beloved Byzantine so enraged, and he winced.
"That's not good..." he whispered to little Greece, and grabbed the child's hand, nodding.
Little Greece nodded back, glaring at the small boy standing in front of his sister, mocking her. "You bastard..." his high-pitched, small voice hissed out.
Rus turned to glare at Greece, putting a finger on the kid's lips. "Don't you dare speak like that again, little one," he ordered with a glare and a small whack to the child's head that seemed to pay off.
Greece quickly looked down, trying to avoid looking into the taller teenager's terrifying eyes, rubbing the back of his head, pouting. "Yes Van-van."
Rus just smiled at the nickname, and turned his attention back to his wife throwing a hissy fit. "She's not even on her period..." he winced again, fidgeting a bit in his place.
"..Period?" little Greece decided to ask after a nod of comprehension.
"...Yes Hera. Period." Rus replied, without giving any other explanation, a shudder running through his body as he saw Byzantine throw a comb at Vatican. Vatican threw a bottle of perfume that she dodged expertly. 'Damn it Zoe... You'll kill the kid...'
Ivan's prediction soon became very, very plausible, when Byzantine grabbed her longest sword from the wall, and pointed it at Vatican.
"We're through!" she declared loudly, and Vatican flinched, backing off a few steps, but still staring up at her challengingly.
"Right back at you!" Vatican shouted on top of his small lungs, making his voice sound like a mouse screech.
Ivan chose that particular moment to interfere, uttering the most unorthodox battle cry one could think of. "I-I beg your pardon. . ."
"What!" Both Byzantine and Vatican snapped at him, glaring at the poor blonde.
"U-Um. . . You sort of can't say you're through. . . Because. . . Roman is my wife. . Ehehehe. . ." he stuttered out, laughing nervously and disappearing around the corner, away from the glares the two of them were pointing at him, to where Greece couldn't stop giggling.
"You idiot!" the child squealed out between mad giggles stopped by a harsh whack on the head. "Owww. . ." Greece complained, rubbing his head.
Rus just leaned back against the wall, blushing, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. "He's not allowed to say that to my wife. . ." Then again, that's not the problem here. . .
"What, you're jealous of the shorty?" Byzantine asked, smirking at Rus, standing right in front of him.
Ivan blinked, and peeked around the corner. The room was the same. . . The big bed, the office, the benches. . . But there was no Vatican to be found. "...You didn't poison the kid and dump the body, did you?"
"Of course not!" Zoe snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "He'll see. . . It was a bad idea to break up with me. . ."
Rus sighed, hanging his arms forward, his head facing the ground. "Stop saying that. . ."
"And I repeat, jealous?" She smiled widely, eyes shining as they stared at the male's.
Another sigh left Ivan's mouth, and he shook his head. "Nope. I just hate that guy. . . Why couldn't he be like Venice? All helpful, and smiling, and filled with commerce and adventure!"
"Because he's a stuck up little bastard, who thinks he can be number one. . ." Byzantine spat out, filled with spite and disgust towards the childish nation. He can't hurt me.
Ivan smiled a soft, knowing smile, and reached up to cup his wife's face. "Don't worry, dear. You'll always be number one. I just know it." He said, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Zoe blushed, while little Greece giggled, and started bouncing up and down. "Sister is blushing! Sister is blushing!"
He was quickly silenced with a glare by two pairs of eyes, equally terrifying, and equally bright.
Ivan turned back to Zoe with the very same smile, the one reserved only for her. "I'll do anything I can, to preserve your glory."
Zoe huffed, and pushed him away. "Do you think I need you, to preserve my glory?!" she exclaimed, throwing her hair back, and strode out of the room like a queen, smirking.
Ivan gave a small bow as she left, and crossed his arms over his chest, smiling. "She never changes..."
"Hey, Van-van?" Greece said, tugging on the other's sleeve, staring up at him seriously.
The older male crouched down, and nodded, smiling at Heracles calmly. "Yes?"
"Is sister really going to be okay...? That fight seemed..." he trailed off, his huge, green eyes staring into the other's, looking for an answer.
Ivan heaved a sigh, and smiled at Greece, petting his hair softly. He never thought Vatican and Zoe would break apart like that, but now that it happened, it was his job to keep the child occupied and free of worries. "Your sister is going to be fine. We just have to work harder, Herc. Yes?"
The child gave a nod, and offered Ivan a heart-warming smile, jumping with a salute. "Yes!"
Ivan smiled back, finding the child's good mood contagious, and with a pat on the shoulder, he walked after Zoe, smiling.
It's all going to be okay.
Or so he thought.