Pairings brought up/mentioned: Mainly just intense amounts of Roger (Rome x Germania)

Warnings: IMPLIED SEX. AND BY 'IMPLIED,' I MEAN 'THEY DONE FUCKED.' Oh, and also Austria gets punched in the face. No surprise there. XP

-3.24-

00:40

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Gilbert cries aloud, hands clenching snowy hair.

Roderich glares and yells in outrage, "YOU WERE THE ONE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN!"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" Romulus stands, silencing the two. "I'd say we have about forty minutes or so tops to get everything set up. We can't just drop this bombshell of craziness on Elizabeta; we need to ease her into it, right? Now, let's delegate jobs. Francis," he turns to the Frenchman, "I want you to greet her at the door, since you're the host. It'll look suspicious if he avoids Elizabeta, so Roderich will go with you. Do you think you can do that?"

"But of course," Francis nods. Roderich sighs, but reluctantly agrees as well.

"Great!" He continues, "Gilbert, I want you to make sure bedrooms and bathrooms are set up for our visitors; this will hopefully keep your mind off of death and destruction for a while."

In response, he mutters in incomprehensible German, a look of unabashed terror shining in his eyes.

The Roman addresses Lovino and Antonio, "remember how you were making paella earlier? Well, I'm sure Elizabeta and her companions will be more than a little hungry when they get here."

The fox perks up as if having an epiphany. "I bet they will! Lovi, we can't just let those poor, weary travelers starve!" He grabs onto the Italian's arm.

"Anyways," Romulus then focuses his attention on Arthur, "I'm going to assume you know this mansion inside and out. Would that be correct?"

"Yes, essentially," The Brit nods.

"As I said, we need to ease her into this; we can't just outright tell her there are two dead people hanging out here, can we? Nope!" He briefly laughs, "so, I need you to hide Aldrich and I for the time being so she doesn't flip out. You can sneak Aldrich and I off to wherever ahead of time, then go find Francis and Roderich out front to greet them. Later, having made sure she understands the whole 'gay ghost guys' thing, you can slip off unnoticed and bring us back."

The rabbit blinks. "Actually, that should work quite nicely."

At this point, the younger of the Italian brothers begins squirming restlessly, hand raised and expression distressed.

"Yes, Feliciano?" Romulus calls on him, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

"Ve, grandpa, what are Luddy and I supposed to do?" The question is asked in the manner of a child and accompanied by a faint pout.

He smiles warmly, "I don't have any big, important task for you two, but why don't you go paint a picture for your mother? The goal of this is to butter her up for this shitstorm without making it too obvious, so you and Ludwig should probably stay together, preferably closeby, and do whatever you'd normally do. Got that?"

A bright, cheerful beam stretches itself across his face, elation practically oozing from him at the prospect of more painting time. "Ve~!"

Moving his gaze across the gathered crowd, a determined look molds itself to the apparent leader, his role befitting him as naturally as the skin on his flesh, the color of his eyes. In a strong, commanding voice, he declares for all to hear, "move out!"

00:30

Thirty minutes until Elizabeta's estimated arrival, Gilbert roams the manor's halls, having checked, double checked, even triple checked all the guest rooms and ensuites.

He sighs loudly, "Gottverdammt, why do I always get the boring A.F. jobs?"

Meanwhile, deep, deep below the ground floor, Arthur pointedly bonks a pattern into a stone wall, Romulus and me looking on in confusion and wariness.

He leans toward me and mutters conspiratorily, "why do you think they even have this basement?"

"Definitely not to sacrifice children, if that's what you're thinking." I give him a flat glare.

"Alright, here we go!" The rabbit exclaims, the wall before him falling away to reveal a secret chamber. "By the way, this entire area was never meant to see the light of day, so if you tell anyone about its existence, I'm afraid we'll have to kill you- er, again."

The Brit enters the room, carefully stepping over the multitude of books and suspiciously wand-shaped sticks littering the floor. A soft, blueish glow emanates from spheric lights, many either hanging from the ceiling with tan rope or strategically placed at the tops of towering shelves. Beneath the mess of items, a dark green carpet lays atop hardwood flooring, and a dark, wooden table has been set up near the room's center, coated in a thick layer of dusty, old books and jars of suspicious animal parts. Beside the table, if it can even be used as one anymore, is a huge, pitch black cauldron, an eerie, green fog pouring from its mouth. Arthur shuffles his way over to a grand, marble fireplace on one side of the room, swiping a box of matches from its mantel and beginning to start a fire as he speaks.

"I guess you could say this is like my office, but more magical and geared towards the occult," he explains, "Francis had it built for me while the house was under construction, but we had to put it underground and add a bunch of secret codes and false bookshelves to keep it hidden. It wouldn't exactly bode well for the public to know I'm descended from the most notorious witch in European history, now would it?"

As the logs spark to life, Arthur watches its red flame for a moment before standing to address his company, "I may have been born without a lick of magic, but that doesn't mean I can't love learning more of my family's abilities. That, and it doesn't take anything special to whip up a potion."

"Huh, so you don't praise Satan down here?"

As I whap him upside the head, the luxury-obsessed idiot gives a pained noise, Arthur launching quite a few obscenities at him.

"Honestly, of course I don't 'praise Satan!'" Arthur spits irritably, "that would be an absolute waste of the resources I've stored here."

I reply, hand pressed to my charge's mouth, "of course he didn't mean that. He's just an dumbass who doesn't know how to filter himsellaaACK!" I quickly pull away at the feeling of a tragically wet and familiar appendage dragging itself across my palm, quickly wiping the moistened area on the fabric of my shirt. "Did- did you just lick me?!"

"Oh please, you're acting like it's the first time I've done that." The offending person chuckles, a certain gleam in that smile implying something much less innocent.

In response, I feel my face turn a vibrant, beet red, expression hard. That crazy, impulsive object in my chest once more commences its thumping rhythm. Minutes pass and I wordlessly stare at the moronic asshole before me, trying to remain in control as he continues staring, his eyes sparkling and warming me to the core.

"Oh, get a room!" The rabbit irritably exclaims, taking a hint and stomping out, the secret entrance sealing itself behind him.

The sound of bricks shuffling into place as our backdrop, we stand there, gazes locked in place, waiting for each bit of wall to go back the way it was. In this lightning, he looks like a predator, amber orbs narrowed and nearly glowing, teeth flashing into a small smirk. His feet softly tapping against the floor, Romulus approaches, lips slowly but surely spreading into an all-out grin, his hips lightly swaying with that confident tint that always set him apart from all the others. He could inspirit an entire kingdom with the wave of a hand, and as reluctant as I may have been to believe that in my prime, here, in this moment, I have no doubts as to who I'm dealing with.

"You know," he begins, "I'd say we have about thirty minutes or so left until they get here."

I swallow, noticing my throat mysterious drying up. "On top of that, we'll probably have slightly longer so Francis, Roderich, and Arthur can explain the full situation."

Romulus gently runs his hand over my cheek. I know these hands well. As with almost every crevice, every part of his magnificent self, no matter how insignificant, I've come to memorize it down to a T. His lips dance across my jaw, pampering the junction of my face and neck with sugary kisses and teasing suckles, causing me to release a groan at the feeling. I lean my head back, closing my eyes with a hum as his other hand affectionately comes to rest at the top of my rear, giving a short squeeze and almost petting-

My eyes snap open with a glare. "Oh, you've got to be shitting me."

"Hm?" He says dazily, pressing his nose into my neck.

"Romulus, how many times to I have to tell you this?" I sigh, "we are not, under any circumstance, having sex while visiting our descendents. End of discussion."

Although I can't see him, I can just feel his mouth turning down into a tragic little pout, and the thought itself is enough to nearly kill me. And then, he whines out, "but Aldrich, I'm lonely."

Regardless, I stand firm, growling out, "yeah, well, maybe you should have thought about it a little more before deciding to drag me to the world of the living to hunt down an infinitely powerful witch."

"Aw, come on," he murmurs, using his grip to draw me closer. "Please? Just a little romp?"

Along with the thumping, a bustling, fluttering feeling ignites in the pit of my stomach, then works its way up, spreading like an infection until I can barely do anything but internally turn to mush, melting away like a wax figure left outside on the hottest day of summer. "No, we are not doing anything of that nature, regardless of how little or rompy it may be."

At this point, he pulls back, meeting me face-to-face. I feel myself die at the honesty pouring from every aspect of his expression. "Aldrich, I have a high sex drive and an active life in the bedroom and you know it. Is it me?" He asks and I find it hard to breath.

To my surprise, I somehow manage to overcome the overwhelming feeling of being drowned and stammer out, "o-of course not! Why would you think that?"

"Well, we normally have sex at least once every couple days, so…"

"Yeah, but just because I'm cutting you off for a while doesn't mean I don't care anymore." I bite my lip, tugging slightly. "I simply don't think it's appropriate to fuck while we're staying with our young, highly impressionable descendents."

He sighs, laying his head back against my shoulder. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just- I'm the kind of person who likes lots and lots of affection, so since I'm used to us having frequent sex, I get a little distressed when I'm all of a sudden cut-off like this."

I wind my arms about his waist, silently exhaling from my nose. "I understand. I'm sorry for being harsh. I know what you're like and that you'd practically die without attention. Can we make a compromise?"

"Yeah, sure." I feel that gorgeous smile of his make its way back onto his lips, a breathy laugh escaping along with it. "What are you thinking?"

For the first in a long time, a mischievous smirk faintly pulls at the corners of my mouth, and my hands slide downwards. "Well, we do have a little less than an hour left. What do you say to the idea of a 'little romp?'"

"I thought you'd never ask," he says and not a moment later, I find that devious grin of his pressed to mine, eyes closed as our tongues venture forth, sliding around each other and connecting lovingly, wet and wild and absolutely wonderful.

Later, as we lay on the floor in front of the fire place, warm and almost glowing from the aftermath, I don't shy away when Romulus entwines his fingers with mine, leaning against his shoulder.

"I love you," His voice is practically a whisper, ghosting over the side of my head, his free hand brushing stray locks of blond from my face.

"I love you too."

00:00

Upstairs, three young men stand before the manor, watching uneasily as a sleek, black limousine pulls up and rounds the curve winding about the rabbit fountain, parking right in front of them. From the shotgun seat, a door opens and a tall, spiky-haired male comes out, a blue and white-striped scarf wrapped around his neck several times over. His cold, green eyes seemingly bore into the helpless onlookers' very souls before he continues on to observe his surroundings, giving an appreciative nod to the fountain. Closing his door none-to-gently, he walks around the front of the car, coming to a stop at the passenger door and opening it.

A lovely young woman gracefully exits the lavish vehicle, moving with all the elegance and poise of a cat. Her short, fair bob bounces lightly as she goes to stand by the more intimidating newcomer, beaming at the familiar faces awaiting them. Lastly, a second female with long, chestnut-colored hair held back with fresh flowers emerges, shoulders squared, expression hard. Wordlessly, she approaches the small group, walks right up to her brother, and socks him in the jaw.

"RODERICH EDELSTEIN, WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!"

A/N:

I RIIIISSSSEEEEE! Hahah, lol nope still alive totally not dead yet. Although, it is about 12:30 am where I am, so who even knows at this point?

So yeah, um, I'm not sure what to say for myself. I planned on updating at some point in July, but then I got very, very side-tracked, and only now felt like actually working on this. The good news about my ridiculous distractions is that I'm now making really good progress on a new Hetalia project I've been plotting out with my beta reader. The bad news is that this is currently the only chapter I have finished of this project. Fuck.

Anyways, I struggled a lot on the scene with Rome and Germania by themselves, having a heart-to-heart. Could you tell? I really hope you couldn't. DX *shame*

Although, I think we can all rejoice, because I finally got to the point and brought in Elizabeta and her entourage! YAY! Next chapter, we'll be seeing a lot more of them, as well as Mama Hungary's first impressions of Ludwig. Fun times for all, am I right?

But yeah, regarding that 'project' I mentioned in the second paragraph of this A/N, I'm actually really, really excited about it. It's a vampire AU, because I can't seem to find any really, really awesome ones that aren't of the NOTP, especially not ones with the OTP (Roger =3). Like I said, I'm really hype. I have a pretty damn good feeling about this project. You can expect the first chapter of the main fic to be up soon.

In the meantime, HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN WATCHING THE OLYMPICS? Olympic season is the best season, imo. It's one of the times I get really intensely passionate about being patriotic and cheering on my country (America). =D I AM ABSOLUTELY ESTATIC THAT WE HAVE SUCH A HIGH MEDAL COUNT AT THE MOMENT!

Responses to review(s):
Seele Esser Deutsch/TheGrimAuxiliatrix (?): I know, right? Weird. XP (More like me being a lazy ass, tbh.) But yeah, believe it or not, just a year ago, I was a massive Homestuck. Like, if you go on my AO3, you'll find all my old, shitty Cronkri porn. I kid you not. Hell, here's a link to it:

users/Kittyreaper

Gahh, yess, you see, that's one of the downright awesome things about making history-related characters; you get to do a ridiculous amount of research on the (hopefully) exciting history of the place, then really think about how the history would affect your character. So cooooollll...

(Is obsessed with history and half-asleep, so therefore acting a little looney.)

APDubtalia: EXACTLY. THAT IS THEM EXACTLY. Well, Eliza at least. XP Emma (Belgium in this AU) will probs just hang back and play nice with the others, if we're being honest with ourselves. Although, I do quite like the prospect of her and Elizabeta making a dynamic duo of ass-kicking awesomeness... Imma store that for later. Oh, and yes, Elizabeta being worried AF about Feliciano's safety will most definitely be brought up more. X3

Alright, I need to post this to the AO3 version then crash. Night, y'all. Hopefully I'll be able to motivate myself into not taking forever and a half to finish the next chapter.