A/N: I figured since I got this typed up already I might as well post it! :D next chapter we'll be skipping WAY~ forward in time to around present day and meet the adult version of Sicily!

Sicily: Took you long enough.
AngelHairCurls: Well, these chapters we're important, plus this chapter helps give a bit more of the stuff I need to show your future history!
Sicily: Mio Dio, help us all.
AngelHairCurls: Hey, no complaining to Him now!
Sicily: *slaps Angel on the back of the head* Smartass bitch.
AngelHairCurls: *rubs back of head* Eheheh, alright, let's continue on now~.

Disclaimer: Not changed. Must I do this ever chapter? Eh, fun~.

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{Discover what happens
When a secret is revealed
Discover what happens
When truths are told
Discover what happens
When you try to keep things hidden}

Ancient Greece and Sicily were far outside the town now. Sicily had insisted that the older nation should follow her to a special place. Right now Sicily was ahead of Ancient Greece as they wandered close to a large hill with a group of rocky outcroppings covered with holes. Sicily stopped for several moments before heading in a different direction, towards the rocky outcroppings.
"Come," the emerald-eyed nation said and Ancient Greece followed her. They moved silently up the hill by the group of small openings to the east edge where a large outcropping of rock was situated. A large stone opening with carvings sat among that particular outcropping. Sicily looked over her shoulder to make sure the peridot-eyed nation was still following her before moving closer to the opening. The smaller nation pointed at the inscription before speaking.
"Tell me why it says my name and says I died so many winters ago...when I'm alive and breathing," Sicily as and turned to look at Ancient Greece, "All the soldiers I've asked say they don't know, neither do my people. I want to know."
Ancient Greece looked down into Sicily's large and blazing emerald eyes. The elder nation frowned at the question that the younger had asked, not wanting to lie to the young personification, but not wanting to tell her the truth either.
"Sometimes we die Sicily, and we are reborn into a new body if we must," Ancient Greece told her, choosing to begin with the truth.
Sicily looked at Ancient Greece in complete shock.
"You...you mean...we can..die?" Sicily asked in a low voice full of worry.
"Every once and a while we can...but it's only when our place falls. Sometimes when we get killed even, as in your case," Ancient Greece told her, "Your people are still your people, allowing you to return in this new life.
"So...what are we then Greece?"
"Our people call us immortals, Gods even, but we aren't such things. We are the representations of our land and out people. As long as out empire lives, we live."
Sicily stared at her in slight awe, then began pelting the elder nation with question after question about what it meant to be a nation.
When the sun had started to descend in the sky Sicily again asked Ancient Greece to follow her, they traveled to another location that was some distance away from the burial grounds. It was some time before they arrived at the place, nothing more than a hill that overlooked more of the land but the air around the place felt different.
"Watch," Sicily said and went down to a small pile of stones which seemed to be arranged in a circle. The peridot-eyed nation followed the smaller nation only to be waved back when she was a few feet away. She stepped back some and watched the young nation intently.
Sicily closed her eyes, calming herself before she began to murmur a series of words that went unheard. Suddenly a fire began to form on one of the stones and seconds later there were fires on all of the stones, burning and real. The island nation opened her emerald colored orbs and met Ancient Greece's own peridot ones.
"It's something I can feel in me, its in my blood to be able to do things like this," Sicily told the elder nation. Ancient Greece frowned in concern for the young nation.
"I'll only tell you once," Ancient Greece said as she walked closer to Sicily, "don't show anyone that you can do this unless they can to. It's a rare gift, even among our kind. Many of my enemies would want you under their control just for it."
Sicily looked away, towards the flames and they all vanished quickly.
"So...I can't perform something...that's apart of me?" She asked uncertainly.
"No, you can't," the elder nation told her, "we nations don't use it if we have it usually, even if it is in our blood since we don't want the humans to know, but around those like us," a small flame formed on one of the stones and swirled on it before disappearing, "it's fine."
Sicily stayed silent but nodded her head in understanding. She took a hold of the peridot-eyed nation's hand and they began to walk back to the village.

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Ancient Greece had been staying with Sicily with some time now, showing her the different things nations could do and teaching her about them.
One day she followed the young nation as she went out around the town to see how she spent her day. She noticed that a guard was always nearby to watch the emerald-eyed girl as soon as she left the house grounds. Many of the Grecian's living in the town paid no mind to the small nation, though some would nods their heads at her in acknowledgment and others would stop her to talk to her about something before departing. The children who were not attending school would ask Sicily to play games with them. She always accepted the offer and played their games with them until her guard told her they needed to leave. The young nation would then head to the market and talk to the people running the stands about different things, some of them even gave her food to eat while she was at their stand. A number of the people passing by the stands would talk to her while they were there before they left to continue on their way also and then she headed home. Sicily was tired by this time so the guard carried her home.
Ancient Greece met the guard at the wall surrounding the courtyard of the house and took her out of his arms to take her inside and to her room. She pulled the blanket back and laid Sicily down before tucking her in.
"Sleep well," Ancient Greece whispered before leaving the room. She went to the parlor down the hall and sat down in the chair she had before leaving. She picked up the book on the small table next to her she had been reading and continued where she left off.

A few hours later she heard Sicily walk in to the parlor. She looked up from her book to see the small girl looking at her from the doorway, eyes looking at the Grecian nation from under her lashes and hands clasped in front of her.
"Sicily? What is wrong?" Ancient Greece questioned the obviously nervous nation and sat her book down on the table.
"I...I w-wanted...t-to ask you s-something," Sicily stuttered out. Concerned for the small nation Ancient Greece stood up, went over to the young girl, picked her up into her arms gently and went to sit back down in the chair while having Sicily on her lap.
"Ask away, my child," Ancient Greece said in a soothing time, stroking Sicily's chestnut-colored hair gently. Sicily was quiet for several moments, fidgeting and mumbling to herself while Ancient Greece stayed silent, waiting for the emerald-eyed nation to speak first.
"W-w-well," Sicily started out, "I was wondering...w-why I keep having t-this dream a-about...me d-dying...and," her voice grew softer, "you're the one...who kills me..."
Ancient Greece froze in horror at the last words spoken by the island nation.
'How can she remember that? I though the reincarnations couldn't remember their past life if they come back?'
"Greece?" Sicily said, breaking through Ancient Greece's horror. Ancient Greece wrapped her arms around the smaller personification in a hug.
"Oh, Sicily," Ancient Greece whispered into the child's hair, 'I'm so sorry.'
Sicily hugged the older personification gently as Ancient Greece held onto her tightly. After a few moments, Ancient Greece loosened her hold on the child nation she felt the strong need to protect.
"What you saw was a dream," Ancient Greece told her, 'a dream of something that happened to you in your old life.'
"So it wasn't real?" Sicily questioned, her emerald eyes large and curious. Ancient Greece smiled softly at her and shook her head.
'If only it was, my dear, if only it was...'

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Ancient Greece was preparing for her voyage home. She was going to leave the young island nation here, but she would see her again soon-hopefully. Besides, there were matters in her own land to be taken care of. One's far more important that could only be taken care of at home.
"Greece!" A child's voice called out. Ancient Greece turned around with a soft smile to see Sicily running to her. She bent down and opened her arms, allowing the emerald-eyed child run into her arms. After having spent a few years here tending to things and spending countless days with Sicily, she had become quite fond of her-grown to love her as a daughter even-and wished she could bring her back to care for her.
"Don't go," Sicily murmured into the peridot-eyed nation's shoulder.
"I must, my child. I'll come back, I'll always come back," Ancient Greece told her and pulled back to look the girl in the eyes.
"Do you promise?" Sicily asked, her large emerald orbs never wavering from Ancient Greece's own peridot ones.
"I promise,"the elder replied before letting her go and standing up, "but for now I have to leave."
Sicily nodded her head, a slight pout on her pink lips.
"O-okay, bye matri."
"Take care, I̱ kóri̱ mou."
Ancient Greece boarded the large ship taking her home. She looked over the railing on the side of the ship to see Sicily staring at her, a guard not three feet from her.
"You'll be safe my darling child. You'll be safe," she whispered to herself in reassurance as the ship left the dock, and the port began to fade out of her sight into the distance.

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The place I mention and call a burial grounds is an actual place in Sicily near Syracuse call the Necropolis of Pantalica, rather interesting place if I say so myself. Though the "tomb" where Sicily's previous incarnation lies is of my own design, I don't actually know if it exist.

So, next chapter, we time skip about 2,200 years. But don't worry, I cover her life after this chapter after that one, with time skips running around everywhere. Hope to see you guys then! Hasta la pasta fellow Hetalians~!

TRANSLATIONS~!

[Sicilian] matri-mother (or so I've heard, correct me if I'm wrong~!)
[Greek] I̱ kóri̱ mou- my daughter

Mit Liebe,

AngelHairCurls