Hey, guys! School's started back up and I am sadly taking AP Language, AP US History and marching band, all of which take up a lot of my time, so I'm not going to have too much time to write, but I'll still try to post every once in a while.
AnonChan1:I've heard the same, but I'm going to try and list all the languages she knows so farand the variations in parentheses... fun... Italian (modern), English (Modern and old), Chinese (Modern, Han and middle), Spanish (modern), German (Modern), French (Modern and Frankish), Latin, Persian (Middle Persian), Greek (Koine dialect), Gothic, Irish (Primative), Common Brittonic, Hunnic, Old Korean and Old Japanese... For anyone who says this isn't possible, some people know ten more than these and aren't hundred years of years old. It's partially because she didn't know the Visigothic Empire, but she had just gotten to see her brothers and didn't want to leave. And I was kinda going for that. And as for the break in... I've never had anything like that happen to me, but she was so young and hadn't reached the age to know what death was. By the time she did know, she had already accepted the memory. They are adorable! I can't wait when they're older. And dude, she's going to feel so tiny compared to Russia. She's going to go from 5'4" to roughly 5'1" by the time the present pulls around. And it is good, but they've gotten so used to leaving everyone behind that they've become something of friends to the immortals around them. Don't hate me for saying that. And he probably will and everyone's just there for her...
Frankish/Gaulish/Vulgar Latin (French)
Italian/Vuglar Latin (Italian)
Gothic
Old English
Off to La-La-land!
Note: Edited (12/5/16)
Fortuna gasped as Romano's body temperature flared. It was 512 and Frank had sent her away after a short while so he could deal with the divided kingdom. Mount Vesuvius was erupting. Again. She picked him up and carried him out of the room and into the next and prepared a cup of water. He hacked and accepted it happily between coughs.
They did their normal routine as the volcano continued to reign havoc over the surrounding areas. When it ended, Romano gulped down a large amount of water and the two went their own ways to go bathe. Ashes clouded the water as Fortuna stepped into the bath and she silently cried. "Damn it. Why does Vesuvius always have to affect him so much?" Large flabs of skin peeled away for the third time in her life as she began to scrub lightly and the skin remaining was still pink and blistering as always, but the auburnette didn't care.
She climbed out soon after and the two prepared to settle down for the night, but an immortal strolled into the home, "Ragin, Romano, are you there?" The siblings groaned and Fortuna picked the weakened Romano up so he could still rest. He curled in her arms and listened to her heartbeat as she walked out.
"Hey, Estonia, what did you need?"
The small blonde rubbed the back of his head, "I wanted to see how Romano was doing. I saw the ash and my boss wanted me to come see the damage."
Fortuna hummed and looked down at him, "Romano, can I show him?"
The toddler hummed and grumbled lightly, "Whatever... I'm-a tired..." Estonia smiled lightly at the two and the woman jerked her head in a 'follow me' motion.
"I'll show you what Romano coughed up if that'll work. It's easier than heading down to the volcano at this time of night." The two walked down to the dirty room and Estonia looked around in horror at all the ash. "That all came out of Romano's lungs. I've never seen what happens to the land after the volcano is stable, but it can't be good."
The Ostrogothic nation nodded in agreement, "I'll tell Theodoric, and I'll see if I can get a tax exemption for Romano." Fortuna smiled and sighed in relief.
"Thank you, Estonia. It'll take a great weight off of all of us. Tell Theodoric he has my thanks," Fortuna said.
Romano growled, "Shut up, Ragazza, I'm-a trying to sleep. Get that-a asshole in the-a guest room so we can-a rest!" She smiled and kissed the top of his head.
"Of course. Estonia, if you want, you're welcome to stay the night." The blonde nodded at the translation and followed her out of the room and was placed in an extra bedroom next to their own. "If you need anything, let me know. Romano tends to wake up first, but if you wake up before him, don't be afraid to wake us up. Just knock on the doorframe though. You know what happens." They shivered as they tried to suppress the thought, but stopped when they reached the room. "'Night, Estonia. We'll be right next door." Fortuna ruffled his hair and waited to see his response as she pulled her hand back.
He nodded and crept into the room, "Good night as well." She nodded and walked into her room and quickly settled down for the night.
Romano woke her the next morning, jumping on her stomach, "Wake-a up, Ragazza! The asshole is awake now!" Fortuna blinked wearily and sat up.
"Thanks Roma. I'll talk to him and grab a few peaches from the back for breakfast. Estonia, you can come in, you know," The auburnette called. The nation stepped in sheepishly as Romano looked over at him.
"I'm sorry for eavesdr-"
Fortuna shook her head, "It's fine. Are you leaving today?" Estonia hummed.
"I plan on checking in with an officer a little further south that has drawn up a report and then head back to Ravenna. I'm actually going to leave now."
"Estonia, you're staying for breakfast or at least take something to eat on the way."
He paused, "I don't want to cause any-"
"Dumbass, just-a take a peach or-a two and go," Romano grumbled, stretching. Fortuna blinked and looked at him in confusion. Estonia finally nodded and walked out the door. "Don't-a look at me like that. He and-a his boss brought peace and I-a owe him for-a this," He mumbled angrily, his face flushing a bright red.
She nodded and picked him up, saying nothing more.
As it did happen, Theodoric allowed everyone living near Vesuvius a tax exemption. Fortuna stayed with Romano until 514 when a messenger from Albion somehow found its way to her. Romano wasn't happy, but he was curious of the nation. "Nonno mentioned him a few-a times, but..." She had hummed as they lapsed into silence. The two parted and she quickly sailed back around the Mediterranean.
Fortuna smiled as she watched the familiar coasts of the passing nations, remembering all the times she sailed by them in the past. The memory of the coasts would serve her well later.
Albion was waiting on a dock on the southern coast of his land, his arms crossed and his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. "Hey, Al!" He blinked and looked over at her.
"I've come to have a new name, Elizabeth." The woman raised an eyebrow. "I'm Englaland now." Elizabeth cracked a grin and he squawked, "What's that face for? Do I have something on my face?"
She shook her head, "Nothing. Just happy the future is inching along." He growled, but ignored her. "So, what did you need me for? Better yet, how did you find me?" Englaland raised an eyebrow and Elizabeth sighed, "Right, stupid question. But still, what did you need?"
"Cissa is taking over for Ælle. I wanted you to be here for that. Is that alright?" She nodded and he turned and began walking off. The auburnette sighed and followed after him.
"So how have you been? Have you been eating enough?" He nodded and lead her towards... somewhere.
The coronation was a bit boring and in all honesty, Elizabeth ended up falling asleep. Regardless, Englaland allowed her to stay until 516 when he made a comment during breakfast one day. They were eating in a quiet corner in their home and out of nowhere, "So I've heard Chlochilaich(1) is heading to attack Frank." Elizabeth gagged and choked on her bread.
"What? I'm sorry, Al, I have t-"
He waved a hand, "There's already a ship with a three-man crew waiting for you. That idiot owes me for this." She smiled and pulled him into a quick.
"Thanks, Al." He squawked and pushed her away.
"Stop calling me that! I'm not 300 years old anymore!" He yelled with a slight blush.
Elizabeth smiled and ruffled his hair a bit, "Englaland, you will always be Al. But I'll call you Englaland if it'll make you happy."
He huffed, "Thank you, Elizabeth. Now off you go! Be back in three years!"
"Thanks, Mom!" She laughed, standing up.
"I am not your mother, you idiot!" He yelled after her.
Waving a hand over her shoulder, she grinned, "Sorry, Al!" Englaland shook his head with a small smile.
Annabelle sailed over to Theuderic's kingdom and was rather angry to find Frank already fighting Sweden. The ass had grown a few inches since she had seen him 250 years ago and she growled. The woman charged in as she quickly strung her recurve bow. Drawing an arrow back and launched it at the stoic child, "SWEDEN, BACK DOWN!" Frank looked at her surprised and Sweden frowned. A nearby high-officer looked over in the confusion and a familiar looking teen charged over. The immortals were confused as their leaders quickly duked it out and the Frankish man struck down Chlochilaich. Sweden's frown deepened and her and the remaining Geats quickly retreated.
"Damn..." Annabelle breathed as she walked next to Frank. "I have no idea what just happened, but damn..."
"Yeah. Thanks, Annabel..."
She smiled and pulled him into a hug, "Anytime, Frank. So who is this? He looks like one of the brothers."
The unknown teen looked over at her in confusion before blinking in realization, "Are you Annabelle? My father has told me about you and I believe I have seen you when I was younger."
"What? Who's your father?" The man raised an eyebrow.
"It's Theuderic."
Annabelle nodded, "Thierry? And I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, Theudebert. It's been, what, six years? Is that right, Frank?" He hummed and nodded. "Alright. Well, it's been nice seeing you again. Should we see what- Oh my god." The two looked over in surprise at her and followed her gaze. There, dead, lay Chlochilaich, the still giant.
"Oh my. How does one get that tall?" The auburnette shook her head in disbelief. (2)
Another scream pierced the air as Annabelle groaned. Frank laughed lightly at her expression. "Hey, be quiet. Aren't you supposed to be in there?" Another shriek made the blonde's face twist. "Alright then. Now let's try to get some sle-" Yet another shout cut her off and Annabelle growled. "It's going to be a long night." And so Charibert I was born in 517. Frank had her stay another year and visit the reigning family before she headed back off to Englaland.
There was another coronation going on and Englaland quickly lead her to what was known as Westseaxna rīce, or Kingdom of the West Saxons. Cerdic was being crowned king of Wessex and this time, she wasn't forced to attend. Sure, Albio- Englaland was sad, but she made it up in 520 when she went to the newly formed Kingdom of East Anglia.
"Hey, Elizabeth, are you alright?" The growing blonde asked one day. He had grown several inches since she had first met him and currently reached her waist.
She sighed shook her head, "I'm just a little tired. I-"
"Stay here for a while. You'll feel better." The auburnette looked over and nodded with a smile.
"Thanks, Eng."
The blonde frowned, "Don't use that nickname. It sounds stupid."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "Fine, Al." He nodded and went back to his food. She sighed and pulled her knees up and tried to take a nap in her small ball. Englaland smiled and leaned up against her as he ate his bread.
"Good night, Bess."
"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight- CLOTILDE had her sons start a war?" Frank looked over at her and nodded slowly. "Oh my... The world must be ending."
He shook his head, "I'm afraid that isn't coming for another three hundred years if Sextus Julius Africanus(3) was right. But I get the point, Annabelle. It is odd. Are you going to help them?"
"They're like family to me. Why shouldn't I?" She said with a smile. Frank looked at her and the two grinned. He pulled her into a side hug.
"Don't ever leave. I don't know what the boys would do if you left," The blonde said as he walked her into Orleans.
She put her other arm around him, "Frankish. I have no intention of ever leaving. But I have to tell you to never leave either."
Frank let a tear slip down his face as his father's face flashed through his mind. Gaul might have gotten drunk off his ass on occasion, but he raised and protected Frank. "I promise. You're my best friend, you know that?"
"And you're mine, well, that I'm not possibly related to." Frank gasped jokingly and Annabelle laughed. "I'm kidding, France! But let's make one more promise while we're making them."
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a smile, "Yes?"
The auburnette winced minutely, "If we ever have to fight against each other, no hard feelings. Can we agree on that? We don't have to go and look for each other out on the field, but we don't don't hate each other, please?" Frank paused and his arm over her shoulders pulled her into a full hug.
"If we ever have to fight each other, I pray to God that I will never have to fight you," He breathed into her ear. Annabelle swallowed and rubbed his back.
"Frank-"
"I promise." The woman nodded and gripped Frank's back.
He sniffed and held the back of her head, "Frank, I promise. I just hope we never get put into that situation."
"I pray the same."
"HEY, GET OUTTA THE WAY!" A merchant yelled at them and they laughed lightly. "GO GET A ROOM SOMEWHERE ELSE!" The two snorted and stepped out of the way. The pissed trader shot them dirty looks.
Annabelle looked over at Frank with a laugh, "That will-"
"-Never happen. I've actually bedded a few women and things have not gone well afterward," He said with a faint blush.
She laughed, "Of course. Only you Frank. C'mon, the brothers are waiting." They continued on their way, the solemn mood gone, but the new promises took a large weight off their shoulders.
Alright, after notes! And a few things I just need to mention. Englaland is Old English, but Albion never really told her and it slipped his mind until then. Frank is also as tall as Lady Luck, who is roughly 5'3 1/2". She's getting shorter!
(1) Chiochilaich is known as Hygelac from Beowulf. I don't think this is the first time I've come across a person used in that epic, actually. I just forget who...
(2) After Chiochilaich's loss and death, the Geats retreated so quickly the couldn't retrieve their dead. The think that stunned the Franks as they took the spoils of war was how tall the king was.
(3 ) Sextus was a Christian traveler and historian who believed the world would end in 500 AD (Along with two others) and then later in 800 AD.
Thanks to AnonChan1 for proofreading!