Chapter 9: Germania and Ancient Rome


The two former empires watched their children run about, having fun and spending time together. Rome was prattling on about something useless like he always does, and Germania was easily tuning him out, instead preferring to watch his son Prussia just to make sure that the young one didn't get into too much trouble.

The two ancients watched as Prussia teased South Italy, and as Holy Roman Empire and Chibitalia talked about random things. Honestly their sons looked like they were having the time of their lives. Germania suddenly paid attention to what Rome was saying, then tuning out a second later when he realized that Rome was just going on about his little Veneziano again.

Doesn't he realize that he has two sons? Germania thought irritably.

"Rome." Germania snapped out, immediately bringing the roman man out of his speech.

"Hmm?"

"Our sons seem to be doing well lately." He said. Rome nodded.

"I know. Little Roma and Veneziano are getting so big so fast." Rome said with a smile on his face.

"It's getting to the point where they aren't going to need us anymore." Rome's smile fell a little but was still there.

"I know…" Rome said with a smile, uncharacteristically somber for once.

They both knew it was going to happen eventually. All countries died even though they live for hundreds of years. At this point though, something had just told the both of them that they were only still around so that they could teach their children. Yet here were their kids, all grown and seemingly ready to take on the world. Rome and Germania knew that any day they could disappear without a trace that they had ever been there, only their children as their legacy. He pair had been through so much together, from the beginning until the end. Now it seemed as though they were going to end together just as they had began.

Any day now, they could be gone, leaving their children to take on the world alone.

Rome looked up into the sky. "Germania." He said in a quiet voice.

"Yes Rome?" Germania looked up into where Rome was looking, immediately becoming entranced.

"I think it's time for us." Germania nodded and felt Rome's hand capture his own.

"At least we'll go together." Rome said.

"I love you Rome."

"I love you to Germania."

The two faded in the sunlight, relieved but sad smiles on their faces. Their children continued to play without them, not noticing that the two were gone until there was nothing left of the two. Once the four children noticed that their parents were gone, they held each other and cried, knowing that even though their parents were gone that they would have to keep going, to honor their legacy and be there for each other.

Prussia had grown up to be a totally awesome.

While Holy Rome had died, Germany had taken his place, and had even grown up to be a world super power at one time.

Italy and Romano aren't that close but they retain their Grandfather's legacy, and are a continuous source of inspiration and a source of the words greatest artwork.

Still though, there isn't a day that go by that all four of them don't miss Germania and Rome, but somehow they know that their parents would be proud of them, and maybe they were still watching over them.