Masks
Everyone wears one. But sometimes it's in the literal sense. Well that's what happens when you're a hero. USfem!UK.


He was expected to do a lot of things.

When he was little, he was expected to be the greatest along with his grandfather, known as Empire. He was expected to be a good big brother when his little sister was born. He was expected by his grandfather to be better than his younger sister. He was expected by his family to carry out their legacy and carrying out the lineage of the greatest villains ever known. He was expected by society to follow. He had fulfilled to that expectation, along with his sister.

"Mister Roman Warrior," Now, he was caught, and was expected to talk. "Are you ready yet?"

Week One, Part Three

The Roman Warrior was a work in progress when he had first started out, only doing small crimes such as bank or house robberies and the like. But as time had progressed, he had expanded it to ransoms, death threats that were like promises that would be kept and executed, and trafficking of drugs. And then his little sister had joined him. When she did, they had teamed up to steal art and hold them as ransom for an amount of time before selling them on the black market. It had helped, having someone watching your back, but it seemed that Masterpiece didn't need any. She was, in the Roman Warrior's words, a "work of art".

When she was born, and then eventually reached the age where she would be able to fight, she surpassed every expectation thrown at her. As for him, he had a slim chance of succeeding. He was always beaten up by his little sister, and as much as he put his effort into his work, he felt that he never amounted to anything. He had gone through many trials and errors in his practice, studied how to fight and steal, and had executed them properly. But, even so, it was never good as the way his little sister had done her work.

She was more fast, more nimble, more quick on her feet, and light on her toes. Like a true prodigy.

At some point in his teenage years, his grandfather had fallen from his pedestal when he had done a heroic deed instead of a terrible crime. At first, they had all assumed it was just a fluke, or part of a bigger plan. But they were incorrect when they had discovered that his grandfather lived on to be a hero. When that happened, they had all accepted that the Empire had fallen. And at that point, he was expected to carry on what his grandfather didn't.

He was good at it, and eventually found a name for himself- "the Roman Warrior". A small tribute to his grandfather, though, he never mentioned it to anybody. But no one has even figured it out. Except for his little sister, that was to be expected. The Roman Warrior and Masterpiece had teamed up, eventually, and was a known duo of evil for World Capitol City. Too bad there was also the known hero, Lady Britannia.

The Roman Warrior and Masterpiece were doing so well; committing crimes over and over, as they were never caught. The duo strategized their actions, practiced their fights, and figured out how to escape beforehand. Unfortunately for them, Lady Britannia had picked up their strategies and used it against them when she had caught the Roman Warrior into a corner. When this happened, he only told his sister to go and bust him out of prison later, a promise that Masterpiece is still keeping. So in the end, Masterpiece had escaped, and the Roman Warrior was now behind bars.

Technically, he was in an almost empty room. The room had a bed with sheets, a pillow, and a blanket; it also had white tiles and white colored walls. He was given food and water through a slot in a sealed door. But what had interested him the most was a window in the ceiling that had shown the sky. Were they just stupid, or were trying to tell him something?

And that's when it hit him. He felt so pathetic and weak. He had gone through all of his trials and errors, he had practiced over and over, and he was going to be a notorious villain. But just as he was rising to his expectations, he was immediately knocked down. He was never given a chance. Thinking about it, he was never given options either; he was always expected to go down a certain path, but that one path only. No exceptions.

He looked up at the window; the sky was dark, only lit up by the stars light years away from where he was. Like how his dreams to be a great villain as his grandfather were. But was it really his dream? He was just told to do this and that, and he had followed his instructions. More importantly, why would they just leave the window in his room like that? There was the bed long enough for him to reach the window; it looked pretty breakable, too.

And so, the Roman Warrior had jumped to his feet and went over to his bed. He dragged it to the center of the room, just under the window before he had started his attempts to rotate the bed into a vertical angle. The bed stood up, with the help of his strength, and when it did, the mattress and everything that came with it fell to the floor. But most importantly, the bed had stayed there, and it had bars, making it all easier for him to do his climb. He smiled to himself as he begun going up the bed and eventually, he was just a few inches away from the window. And just as he was about to break the glass, he stopped.

He sat on the frame of his bed and looked down to the floor. Why couldn't he do it? It would be so simple to do so! He had broken through many windows in his times as a villain, so why couldn't he do it now? They had given him the perfect opportunity to escape... but why couldn't he?

Because, he thought. They gave you another path. And seeing as this is the first time anyone's ever given you another option, you want to take it. Think about it. Was grandfather given an option until his fall? Live up to your own expectations for once.

The Roman Warrior remained silent.

It had only taken him a few days, but he had gotten it. He was lying down on his bed, head on his pillow, looking up at the window above him. When he heard the door knock, he sat upright and turned to the person at the door.

"I heard some noise," He had said.

"I wanted to move my bed so I can see the window when I look up," He shrugged, gesturing to the new location of his bed. "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all, although, I have a question to ask. You may have heard this question a lot already but we figured you wouldn't give us a proper answer unless one of us asked you in person... and properly. So... My name is Ludwig, I'm the one in charge to making sure you stay put," The guard had begun. "And may I ask if you're ready to talk, Mister Roman Warrior?"

"Please," He chuckled and extended his arm for a handshake. "Call me Lovino."


Notes I wanted to do a quick chapter on Lovino's part in the story. From now on, he's officially chosen the path to become neutral; neither being villain nor a hero. Next chapter shall be the date between Rose and Alfred.