Ugh, so I am having a small bit of writers block or whatever on To be Lost and Found Again. Well you get a side story for it while I work through it. To clarify I will share the who's who of characters in this story. There's only three.

Roman Empire - Lorenzo

Germania - Alaric

Celtic Nation - Bretta (I'm going to substitute Irish in place of Gallic as I can not find a decent translator for Gallic.)

Ok that's simple lets go on shall we.

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Lorenzo sat atop his horse and gazed out over the lands before him. They belonged to Germania. He'd heard the man was strong and wished for him to join his empire, so he was here to extend an invitation to him. Urging his mount onward he heads towards what appears to be a village in the near distance.

Amongst the trees he takes in the scenery, slowing down to take it all in. The peacefulness of the forest is disturbed though when he hears the sound of someone running towards him. He looks about him, dismounting from his position atop the horse and drawing his gladius. He steps away from the horse just in time for the one running to slam into him, sending both of them to the ground and Lorenzo's blade skittering out of reach.

"Cac! Cad a rinne me i rith?"

Lorenzo opens his eyes at hearing the one that had run him down speak. From her voice he could tell it was a woman and seeing her he was suddenly wishing he had not been wearing his armor. He was missing all those glorious curves pressing against him.

"Are you alright miss?" He gives her his most charming smile. Even if she had run him down she was still very beautiful. Long golden locks, mostly loose with a few braids. There were also several beads tied into her hair. He took in the rest of her appearance. She wore a long tunic, similar to what he had seen the Grecians wearing, but the fabric was heavier and dyed a deep green to match her eyes. it was tied at the waist with a braided cord with tassels at its ends and knotted with a bronze pin. On her arms was a collection of bands and bracelets in similar design to the pin. Around her neck was a bronze loop that didn't quite touch itself in from of her throat. She was looking at him as he took her in and quickly scrambled off of him. When their eyes locked Lorenzo realized that this was not just a woman, but a nation like himself. He repeated his question in the universal language that all nations seem to somehow know.

"I'm fine." They hear some shouting coming their way and the woman quickly gets to her feet before taking off again. Lorenzo grabs her ankle, wincing when he causes her to fall back tot he ground rather roughly.

"Leathcheann! Let go of me. They're going to make me go back." She tries to get him to let go of her but he just pulls her back towards him by her ankle.

"Now now. Calm down. If they really mean you harm I can keep you safe." He gives her his most charming smile. She stares at him for a moment and then quickly plants her foot in his face. He lets go of her and grabs his nose in pain. She scrambles up and runs again. This time she is stopped by a large blonde man with piercing blue eyes. He grabs her by the shoulders and holds her in place. He looks down at Lorenzo, who is just now getting up, with one hand still held to his nose.

"Schwester, tat dieser mann dich verletzt?"

Lorenzo watches as the woman just looks angrily at the man that is holding her before looking over her shoulder at him.

"No, brother. I ran into him and he offered me help but I refused him."

This man was her brother. Lorenzo looked him over again. his hair was styled similarly to the woman's, but was straighter and only had one braid. He wore a faded brown short sleeved tunic over a long sleeved plaid tunic. It was synched at the waist with a leather belt that supported a long sword. He wore trousers that wrapped around his legs, held in place by leather laces.

The man seemed to look him over as well, taking in that Lorenzo was dressed as a Roman soldier. His grip on his sister tightens and he pushes her aside and steps in front of her. "You are Rome, are you not?"

"That's me. And you wouldn't happen to be Germania would you?"

The man shifts slightly but nods, "That I am." He glances at his sister when she attempts to move around him, stopping her in her tracks.

She glares at him and he stares back at her with his cold eyes. "Ta se ina n-aonar, nach bhfuil se contuirteach. In iul dom beannu do."

"Nein. Er ist Rom. Ich habe gehort was er mit frauen nicht. Er soll nicht wissen dass sie."

The woman stomps her foot, at first Lorenzo thinks it is because she is upset then he see Germania cringe in pain and turn away. That was when he notices that she had stomped her foot down on his. Having distracted her brother she steps forward. "I am Celt. I am sorry for causing you harm earlier. Brother is overly protective and rarely allows me to leave the village."

"It is dangerous for you outside the village." Germania points angrily at Lorenzo. "It is dangerous because of his actions. He tried to invade us and he is already succeeding in conquering your lands."

"He is conquering them because you keep me nearly imprisoned here. My people need to know me to fight but they haven't seen me fighting at their side so they loose hope."

The two continue glaring at one another as Lorenzo watches uncomfortably. At least now he knew who the woman was. He did not realize those tribes throughout the region were organized enough to have a representation. Perhaps that was Germania's plan to keep her safe. And while he had at one point tried to conquer Germania, that was more the actions of one of his Caesars, one that was long gone. Clearing his throat he interrupts the sibling's staring contest.

"I'm not here as a conquerer. I came to see if we could improve relations between our people. To promote trade, perhaps become allies."

Germania seemed to not believe him and looked at him like he was a worm or something. "Why would we want to be allied with you? You have already taken so much of my sister's land and claimed it as your own. Her people suffer under your rule."

Lorenzo watches as her foot comes down on his once again, causing him to scowl and hop for a moment.

"How do you know? I never once said they were suffering. They are in fact prospering. He would make a good ally and I would rather ally myself with him than you brother."

Germania scowls at her, "You think he would give the freedom you want? You would be a prisoner if you went with him."

Lorenzo steps forward at that, "I would not treat her as such. She would not be a prisoner." He was beginning to wish he had brought Greece or Egypt with him. They had a knack for diplomacy that he seemed to lack. He really needed diplomacy right now. Germania glared at him for speaking.

"Stay out of this."

"No, we're talking about him he should be able to defend himself."

The siblings glare at each other some more. Lorenzo sighs. He didn't understand why Germania acted like he was responsible for Celt. She seemed like she was fully capable of taking care of herself. He thought about the Celtic tribes he had subjugated, cringing at how that sounded. Her territory was rather expansive. More so than what he knew of Germania's lands. He wondered which was older.

"Not to be rude and interrupt, but which of you is older?"

Germania scowled at him for the question but Celt jumped right in with the answer. "That would be me. Isn't it so mean that he treats me like a little sister when I practically raised him." She pouts and puts on a hurt expression.

"Celt." He does not seem amused by her actions.

"Germania, if she is older and it is clear you both are fully grown nations in your own right. Why do you stop her from making her own decisions? If she wants to ally herself with me or anyone for that matter, its not your decision."

He was getting the hand of this diplomacy thing.

"See, he agrees that I can make my own decisions."

"Er ist zu sagen weil du ihn dann beitreten wenn er ihre seite nimmt."

She glares at him and looks ready to smack him, "What was that Dearthair?"

Germania backs up from his sister at the dangerous look in her eyes. "Nothing, do what you want. But I warned you so don't come crying to me when you get hurt."

"I'm sure I can take care of myself."

She turns to Lorenzo with a smile. "So I guess this means we're allies now." She holds out her hand to him. He takes it and shakes her hand even as he watches her brother walk off back to the village.

Not the ally he had come for but he wouldn't complain.

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Alright so this will be a multi-chapter tale. I hope you all enjoy it so far. You know what I find weird about Hetalia? Most modern nations are male, with very few women. But the reverse seems to be true for the ancient nations. Sure we have Rome, Germania and you can even include China, but when you list the female nations of the ancient world. Well you get Greece, Egypt, and well there is that scene in the anime where Rome is singing surrounded by women, who are supposed to be nations I think. Most people have Native America as a woman as well. So what is up with that. Anyway please review.