This thing got overwritten (Thank you so much KittyBear98!) so I'm going to have to redo this chapter, so it probably has a few things different. (As I'm writing this note a few days after this) I'm only going to put some of the interactions, not the history, so it'll be a bit... more entertaining. I really F***ing hate myself for letting this happen and thanks to my friend Natsu, who tried. If you're reading this, thank you so much for taking the time to look, you sadistic bitch. Don't start crying, I miss you too.
I'm not doing reviews for this, sorry.
This will be more like the snapshots chapter and there won't be languages. I'm too heartbroken.
Persia grinned as he lead her outside, "Girl, c'mon! We're going to see the old man!" Neylan blinked as she stumbled after him.
"Sasa, hold on! Who?"
His grin didn't disappear as he lead her around the front of the house to show her two beautiful horses, "Rome! Get on, we're going to be late!"
The woman sputtered nervously, "Persia, I haven't been on a horse in years-"
"Don't worry, you'll pick it up! Pull on the reins to stop, use the bridal to turn and and kick the horse to go!" The man lifted her up and she tensed on the horse. He climbed onto his own and grabbed the edge of his friend's bridal, "C'mon!"
"Sasa!" Neylan grabbed onto the horse's mane in terror as they raced out of the city and into surrounding forests. Her mind flashed back as her sense of panic rose and suddenly she was galloping through the streets of Rome behind her grandfather. Her breath quickened as she wove between the trees, ignoring her friends calls when her horse suddenly reared.
"Whoa, whoa!" Rome shouted as he tried to calm down the woman's horse and grabbed Neylan as she slipped off.
The horse got back onto its feet and calmed down as Persia rode around the otherside with wide eyes. "Persia, what the hell, are you trying to kill Fortuna?"
He looked between the two and dismounted, "I-I didn't know. What was that?"
Rome frowned and put Neylan down on her feet, "The last time she rode that fast, her brother was going through a volcanic eruption." The man got closer to Persia and grabbed the front of his clothes. "Were you trying to hurt her?!"
Persia raised a clenched fist, "No, I wasn't, I was trying to teach her how to ride a horse, which you obviously didn't do-"
"Damnit, you two, don't-" The men's fists flew and a sharp crack echoed in the small glen. She winced as each other them grabbed their noses in pain. "Dumbasses."
Rome chuckled, "You love me-" He paused before he remembered what happened not long ago.
She smiled, "Yeah, you're right, Nonno." He grinned tearfully and pulled her into a hug which very quickly turned into a friendly wrestle. Persia stood to the side and waited until they stopped.
"You're getting stronger," The European noted as they relaxed to sit on the ground. The other man grinned and pinched some of the muscle in his arm.
"Are you sure? This muscle seems to be rather useless," Persia chuckled.
Neylan sighed as her grandpa began to attempt to defend himself, "It's not useless! It works as a pillow for young ladies!"
"Really? It looks more like fat than muscle!"
"Fortuna! Tell him it's more muscle than fat!"
She frowned, "Well, there is muscle in his arms-"
"Ha!" Rome yelled, pointing at Persia's face.
"-There is fat in the limbs as well."
"Ha!" Persia jeered back, pointing in Rome's face.
The man growled, "At least Fortuna loves me more!"
"No, you fucked up a few years ago, she loves me more!"
"You all but kidnapped her!"
"Guys, hold on!" Neylan yelled. They looked at her and she sighed from her place on the ground, "You guys have spots in my life, ok? Rome's the father figure I never had and Sasa's the best friend I haven't had who's not related to me."
They grumbled, but seemed to accept that, "Girl still loves me more-"
"Sasa!"
Rome chuckled, "It was nice seeing you again, Fortuna. Romano has his ring again, but you better be getting back." The woman nodded and looked down. Her grandpa pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair, "Hey, they're ok, and all's well. Romano said he's still counting, whatever that means."
Neylan nodded and hugged him back, "Don't worry, I understand. Tell them I miss them and I'll see you soon. Sasa, I'll be back at the house." He nodded and they watched as she left with the horse.
"Let's make two agreements right now," Persia said, looking at Rome. The rival frowned, but he continued. "The first, we keep an eye on her whenever we can so nothing like what happened earlier happens again.
He nodded, "Agreed. The second?"
Persia grinned and leapt on his horse, "You're getting slow and fat!" Rome yelled and began to chase after him, but the Persian was already leaving.
Neylan sighed as she returned from cleaning her hair after a battle and sat down to sharpen her blades when a huff by her ear made her jump, "Holy-" A horse looked at her and his eyes seemed to laugh as he looked at her and she sighed, "Holy shit, you scared me." He neighed a little bit and it sounded suspicously like a laugh. "Are you laughing at me?" The white horse bobbed its head and its yellow main shifted.
"Well then, if you're going to laugh, at least me nice about it!" It bobbed it's head again and she sighed. The tip of one of her blades caught on a nasty snarl in her hair and she winced, "I need a hair cut." The horse made a sound similar to a chirp and nipped at a length that was just over the tops of her shoulders. "Right there, huh?" He bobbed his head again and she laughed. "Great, I'm getting fashion advice from a horse." Nonetheless, she grabbed her freshly sharpened pugio and began cutting. It took a new moments, but after years of cutting her hair this way, it was clean.
"Girl, what did you do to you're hair?!" She looked over and grinned at Persia.
"It needed a cut and somebody agreed," Neylan chuckled and the horse stuck his head under her arm so it rested right behind his cheek. "Excuse you." The two males laughed.
Persia nodded, "It looks good, and the horse, you can keep. The officer who had him died not long ago." The horse's head dropped and she rubbed his snout in comfort. He walked off and Neylan looked at the horse.
"You need a name." He bobbed his head in agreement and she thought, but her gaze landed on his mane and tail, "Flavio?"
The horse seemed to laugh again and nodded, "Well then, nice to meet you, Flavio."
Years later, Flavio laid in his stall as Neylan rubbed his head in comfort. In simple terms, the horse was dying of old age. He had been a kind comfort, even if he was a bit odd, not including the near human aura he had. Tears poured out of Neylan's eyes as Turkey crept into the stall doorway with Greece and Cyprus in his arms, "Neylan?"
She wiped her eyes quickly and continued to rub Flavio's head, "Y-Yeah, Turkey?"
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked carefully.
The woman chuckled, "You're very mature for your age, Turkey. Come sit with me?" He nodded and carefully took a seat next to the horse. Flavio nudged Turkey's knee and the boy giggled. As the evening wore on, Flavio's breathing eventually evened out, then stopped all together. The family had a moment of silence for the companion and Neylan removed her cloak, draping it over the large body. "Rest well, Flavi. I'm going to miss you."
Turkey lowered his head, "Can we go inside and you sing to us?"
Neyland chuckled weakly and took Greece in one arm to pick Turkey up with the other, "I sound like an elephant when I sing, Turkey. I don't want to wake the neighbors."
"Please?" He asked as they entered their bedroom. Greece and Cyprus went into their padded, crud cribs and Turkey curled up to Neylan.
She smiled and sighed, "Fine, but the moment those two begin to cry, I'm stopping."
Turkey grinned, "It can't be that bad-"
"Twinkle Twinkle little star-" Cyprus lasted longer than Greece, but they both ended up bawling. "Told you."
He chuckled, "That was pretty bad."
This is all I remember from the chapters, with help from AnonChan1's review!