Hey guys! A few notes:

if the chapter previous was very rushed, but I was just so done.

2. The move is on. The end of January, usually full of only exams for my family, also has a giant move in it, so just a heads up about that. In all honesty, my life is just a giant FUCK YOU right now, so thanks to y'all who keep reading and making this. You guys are getting me through this.

3. Actually, for small laughs that y'all are going to kill me for later, 'Momo' means peach in Japanese.

4. I am also trying to remain non-bias in terms of religion in this story. If anyone ever sees anything wrong, please let me know.

5. In a pure need to simply get it over with, at the end of this chapter there is going to be a large time jump. Get tissues.

Reviews:

AnonChan1: Way too many. It sucks, but yeah... Thank you random deity! TRUE. True again, but there are some lines that people just don't cross, but I have no idea how I'm going to gloss over a few. Meant what? But I did love that one part! PERSIAAAAAAA. Thing is though, this was his first time dealing with Neylan when she was needed in a time of war with a kid with her. As a 'parent' himself, he knew he didn't want them out near the front because he's seen the damage done. He didn't want to put up with the guilt of watching a small child watch him go and because of this, he might of stayed out of guilt or something. He didn't want to get guilt-tripped into coming back either with letters and he couldn't have gone to visit much. He does have 33 years left. I'm going to cry writing that. it hurts so much to kill them off! Other than Sasa, we only have one other main person to kill off and we'll be 'good'. Lady Luck hasn't been very happy staying in Persia's home without him, it's the same problem she had when Venie and Roma separated, it's the same place, but not the same people. I HAD TO. I HAD TO EXPLAIN THE LITTLE GIRL. I DIDN'T WANT TO KILL HER OFF EITHER. POOR LITTLE ONE.

Middle Chinese

Middle Persian


China looked at Jun as she sat in the garden, munching on a pear absentmindedly on the grass. He sighed and approached her. A slight pause in her chewing was the only sign she gave in acknowledgement and he turned to her, "Jun, what happened?" The woman lowered her head and let her bangs cover her face. Gentles waves hid her eyes until she looked up and her friend instantly recognized the look. "I'm so..."

Jun hummed and bit into her pear again, "I don't know what happened, I don't know if my luck didn't rub off on her enough or if something went wrong..." He put a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

"Jun, it wasn't your fault." She growled and clenched her other hand.

"I could have been the-"

"And you couldn't have known. Do you think the little one would have wanted you to beat yourself up? Your little girl with a smile on her face?" He demanded.

Jun frowned and sagged, letting a few tears slip out, "I don't know why she's affecting me so much. I've had other children I've adopted, but I haven't..."

China breathed heavily through his nose, "It's because she was under your care at the time and she was there when Persia wasn't." The woman nodded in understanding and chomped into her pear one last time. "Anyway, did you want to know why I called you?"

She smiled knowingly, "Is it because of Emperor Tang?" China's eyes widened and he shook his head in defeat.

"How do you always know?"

The woman's smile grew into a grin, "Because I just do. How's the transition going?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's been rough since the war with Baekje's sibling, and a few nobles are giving the Emperor some trouble and giving me a headache." Jun hummed and fell back onto the grass to look at the cloudy sky before closing her eyes.

"Things will get better. They always do." China hummed in agreement. Tiny footsteps came up and a body came up and plopped next to them. "Hello, Turk- HOLY SHIT?! TURKEY?!" Jun flipped over and tackled the familiar aura. The boy laughed and hugged her. "What are you doing here?"

The child smiled, "His ruler and my ruler's families are close. Seeing as we're neighbors, it could be expected." She shook her head and curled herself around him. "Abla, is everything ok?"

"It will be, Turkey, it will be." In 618, China entered the part of his history known as the Tang Dynasty. It as still undergoing a harsh period of transition, but it had begun.

The two did remain friends, even when things got a little... weird. "Turkey, did you just murder a man in China's home?" He blinked and looked down sheepishly.

"M-Maybe. China said I could!"

China decided to pass by randomly at this moment and Jun grabbed his sleeve gently, "Hey, China, did you-"

"-My ruler-"

"-tell Turkey he could kill this man?"

China looked down at the body and then back at Turkey, "Thank you for not getting blood everywhere." With that, he continued on his stroll to the garden. Turkey grinned over at his older sister with a shit-eating grin. Jun shook her head.

"What the hell, it's November, anything could happen." It was, it was November 2, 619.


Neylan crept into the old home and was tackled by a large mass, "Girl! I was so worri-" He looked at her face and paused. She looked at him with defeat and pulled out of his grip, "Neylan, what's wrong? Where's the little one..." Persia trailed as he looked at her for confirmation. She nodded and put her bag against a wall.

"Yeah. I... wasn't there." He wordlessly pulled her into another hug. He rocked her side to side gently as tears pooled in her eyes. "We-e had stopped at another nation's home, h-her home, before we w-would stop at China's. I was g-g-going to leave her at her home to get on with her life and I don't t-think s-she was ready. S-S-She stormed off a-and I found-d-d her..."

"Shhh, it wasn't your fault, Girl. You couldn't have known."

She sobbed, "I-I've a-a-already gone over t-this w-w-with China, b-but I-I could h-have followed h-her! And t-t-this was her home!" The man shook his head gently and rubbed her back gently. He held her for another minute or so before picking her up. Neylan still cried like a child as she clung to him. He carried her to the room the family had shared throughout the ages, watching her head as he guided her through the doorway.

"Neylan, it wasn't your fault. You trusted her to take care of herself. I can count on one hand how many parents I know are willing to trust their child like that," He soothed. Her cries began to edge off and he smiled gently as he turned to put her carefully in the bed. "Everything will be ok." The man tucked her in and carefully stood, his beaded scarves dangling noiselessly as he walked out the door.

Neylan slept deeper than she had in years. When she woke up, insects were chirping quietly and the loud snores of Sasa made her look at him. He was curled up at the top of the bed as always, almost like a large... kitten. She smiled at the thought and looked at the ceiling. Her thoughts drifted and she thought back on her children. She had raised them and trusted them, saying goodbye when she felt they were ready to be left on their own, but it was different with Momoko because the girl left before she could properly say goodbye.

A finger tapped her on the head and Neylan looked up. Sasa was peeking at her behind a tired eye and he smiled, "Get to bed, girl. Time isn't going anywhere. I would do anything to pause it right now though."

"Why is that?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

He smiled, "Because I'm back to the way I was under Darius I. I've been kicking Byzantine Empire's butt while you were gone and things are good right now." Persia took her hand and closed his eyes contently. Neylan smiled in the same emotion and let herself resign to sleep.


Two years later, in 622, Persia brought her to a prosperous city of Yathrib, later known as Medina, and brought her into a building, "Girl, you have to be very quiet in here and they can't know you're here." The auburnette nodded wordlessly, confused. They entered and she pulled her green scarf over her hair and crept behind him, removing her aura. She caught a glimpse of a man with a brighter aura than a normal human speaking with several other men around a table with a large peace of paper in front of them. Persia walked up to them and greeted them, a smile adorning his face.

Neylan walked to a far corner and listened to the conversation and her eyes glinted happily as she realized what she was hearing. The men were drafting the constitution of Medina and the man with the not-quite-nation aura was Muhammad himself. The document was a peaceful set of terms that created a single, peaceful nation of the area. The multiple religions in the area would be able to live harmoniously if all went well.

The two left the building just as easily and returned home. Persia was happy, but his friend was over the moon. To be able to see such an important event... She shook her head in silent wonder and Persia grinned at her. However, the grin didn't last long as he paused.

"Sasa?" He waved his hand in reassurance, but she knew better. "What is it?"

The man hung his head and took her arm carefully and led her home, "The tides have turned. I need to get back onto the field." She frowned but nodded. "There isn't much you can do here." A particular glint in his eye begged her to get the message and not to argue, to do as he asked. Neylan bowed her head and walked off to gather her things. Strapping her persian and celtic swords to her sides under her cloak and throwing her pack over her shoulder, the woman met up with him in the doorway. "Are you going to be ok?"

She smiled up at him, "Aren't I always?" Persia frowned and pulled her into his shoulder. "Sasa?" The man gripped her tightly as a few tears slipped out of his eyes. "Sasanian, are you ok?"

He shook his head, "I'm scared, Ney-"

"Carina." Persia pulled back a little bit in confusion, but she smiled, "The name I went by as a child was Carina Amalia Brewster." More big, fat tears came out of his eyes as he crumbled. Neylan smiled as she kneeled beside him and rubbed his back in comfort. "Everything will be ok, Persia." The man continued to cry, but he simply needed her presence.

His breathing began to even out after a while and she decided to poke the bear, "Sasanian-" Persia's grip on her loosened and his hands trailed up to caress her jaw. Her breath hitched as he lowered his face and placed a small kiss on the crown of her head.

"I'm going to miss you, Carina Amalia Brewster." With that, Persia stood suddenly and quickly threw himself into his room and shut the door. To further make his point, his aura disappeared and Neylan looked down. A single tear came out of her eye and she reached into the depths of her bag. Pulling out a single small pouch, she looked at the lumpy form and concentrated on the wood inside it.

Placing it down, Neylan walked out of his house and away to join a ship crew. A small, tiny blip of aura remained behind, encased in a small, wooden tulip that held so many memories in it.


Jun Fu sat in a chair in front of a fire pit, watching the flames dance. China sat next to her, smiling contently as the night's sounds echoed through the open doors. They were enjoying the quiet crackling and crickets when suddenly, a familiar sensation tickled the back of Jun's mind and a dark brown aura blip disappeared from the back of her consciousness. China silently choked and the two shared a knowing look. Jun's eyes widened as her suspicions were confirmed and she ran to to the highest point she could.

China's eyes widened as he followed her, but the adrenaline pumping through her system didn't let him catch up. He turned the corner and she was standing in front of the window. "SASA!" She bawled, leaning out. China came to pull her back inside, but she tried to keep a firm grasp on the door.

"Jun, he's gone! Don't let his death do his to you!" He cried, tears pouring out of his eyes. She turned around to look at him and saw the streams coming down his own face. Tackling him in a hug, the two grieved. The nation rubbed her back comfortingly as he thought on his old friend and trade partner. The two, other than the Byzantine Empire, had dominated the silk trade and faced outstanding enemies together.

"You loved him, didn't you?" Jun's breath caught in her throat as she froze completely. "You didn't know it. My god, Jun, I-I..."

Her grip relaxed completely and she trembled, "It's too late. I-I never t-t-told hi-"

"He knows. His spirit is-"

The auburnette shook her head, "China, I can't. I don't believe in that stuff. I want to believe that he's in a better place, but I can't because everyone seems to have a different place-"

China lightly pulled her face away from his shoulder to grasp her face, looking her in the eyes, "Jun Fu, the best place he can be is in your heart. Don't forget him and he'll feel your love every single second. He would want you to move on with your life and live it without a care as he did. Keep an eye on those you care about. That's all we can do for each other, mortals or immortals. We are nothing without each other. Listen to this, young one, and take my advice." He pulled her into another hug.

Neither of the two knew it, but if someone had looked from above, the silk pooling around them from their outfits formed a perfect circle with a slight weight indent. China wouldn't mention it, but he could barely sense a faint aura draping itself around them, mostly around the small girl in his arms. Carina wouldn't mention herself that she felt Persia with her, wrapping ghostly, cold arms around her. Soft jangles alerted the two of two new items in the room and they froze as they saw a beaded scarf around each of their necks as a final gift.

It was 651.


In all memory of this story's Persia and to maybe cheer y'all up a little bit, I decided to add a little drabble. Cheers to AnonChan1 for giving me this golden line.

Liberty smiled as she walked out to the great body of water and twirled the small flower in her hand. "Hey, Sasa. I don't know if you're there or not, but I've heard about this thing where people come and talk to graves and it allows closure or some bullshit like that, but here I am," She said, waving a hand out, letting it fall against her leg a moment later. "It's been a while, huh? I heard about what the army did with your body, but I heard they didn't give you a grave. I hope you didn't ming but..." The woman pulled a small rock relief and placed it in front of the water for it to be consumed by time.

"I also brought you this, I know it's too late, but I... wanted to ask for forgiveness. I should have told you all those years ago and I-" She choked on her words and placed the small white tulip on the gravestone. "I loved you, even though I didn't know it. I loved spending time with you and I know we got off on the wrong foot for a little bit, we got used to it and... I don't know. But I want to ask you... Are you ok? I'm hoping you're in a better place, wherever you are and... I don't know, Sasa. I'm just getting so tired. I have no idea what I'm going to do when it comes time to go back. I know I have to, or I never would have met you, but I'm scared about what happens after it all..." A few tears slipped out of her eyes and she kneeled in front of the body of water to wash the tears off. "That was weird, but I just wanted to let you know... I still remember you, Sasa, every little bit." Standing up, the woman looked out at the Persian Sea once more before heading back to the car.

A wave broke over the gravestone and the pull back brought the tulip back, revealing the engraving.

Persian Empire

550 BC - 651 AD

VIVA LA PERSIA

FUCK YOU.


Don't kill me.