An Empire…
Part 3- Invasion number 1!
"So… this is the land of Britannia…" His boss says as he walks off the land. Julius Caesar. The man is great no one can deny that, Rome knows.
"That it is, sir!" Rome replies, jumping off the ship and onto the sand. He looks around and notices the man who watches from above, and he feels the shiver that crawls up his spine- this man is a Nation… this is a man strong enough to fight him…
"It looks like we have company, sir!" Rome cheers and his men look up, they all start laughing at the fact that it's one man, apart from Julius, Julius can see the look in Rome's eyes… he knows that this man is a Nation, just from the way Rome's stance has changed and Julius doesn't want this invasion to fail, so he won't underestimate any of the people here… not one single soul…
"Rome… deal with the barbarian…" He commands, his voice filled with contempt, and he duly notes that the barbarian has mud thrown across his body, making strange markings and patterns with it, and he has some large weapons with him, but he hasn't got any protective armour, and he think his Nation must be one with a higher chance of survival, and Rome looks younger, much younger.
"It'll be my pleasure, sir!" And Rome's running forward, a glint in his eye, he hasn't fought a Nation he's never known before, and the idea of it thrills him.
Aw-Rome-You've-Ruined-Albion-and-Celt's-father-son-bonding-time!
By the time he reaches his family and explains the situation, Albion feels it. Someone… someone foreign and strange has walked onto his land… and it's strange and it feels wrong. Whoever it is shouldn't be there!
And he feels his self, falling and Picts catches him, and he vaguely hears Éire questioning what's going on, why's his brother falling, and even Alba's worried, or as worried as he can be. And Ériu's trying to explain what's going on to her son, and Alba, but she's trying to get some people together to help back up Papa Celt at the same time and everything's becoming messed up.
And Albion's wondering why everything feels weird, and how can he still hear his family members? He shouldn't be able to, or at least he thinks he shouldn't be able to… but he can… and nothing feels right… and he thinks he may be crying… but he's not sure… he's really isn't all that too sure anymore…
"He's being invaded…" He hears that, and he knows what that means, and he knows Éire's not an idiot, he knows Éire knows what that means, but the teen questions anyway, and he sounds slightly panicked.
"It means we need to help your Pa out as soon as possible, so these bloody invaders don't get any closer to taking over your brother!" He hears the yell of Picts, though… he feels it more than hears it as she's still holding onto him tightly, and the vibrations of her yell push against him.
And her arms around him, should calm him, they do make him feel better, but he feels so sick and why are these weird people walking across him, and there's so many… enough to fill up two of the villages on his land.
And then there's fighting and a he feels the tears falling down his cheeks, and he can't help the scream that rips its self from his lips, and then he can't hear or see anything from where he is, he can only feel the feet marching across him. And blood spills onto his land. A whole village is falling; the place his Mother built is falling. And he's crying, screaming and… he can feel blood against his leg… And he can't feel Papa Celt… Is his Father… safe…?
Aw-poor-Albion-it-can-only-get-worse-from-here!
Rome curses. He's managing to understand what his fierce opponent is saying, thanks to learning Germania's language, but this man's words are still slightly different to Germania's, and he only understands half of what he's yelling at him. And the man is strong… well not so much strong, but he's taking swings where Rome would never dream of hitting someone, let along cut there… this man is truly savage and is making every swing and cut that he can.
He seems to have an endless supply of energy and hasn't tired at all, but Rome, Rome is getting sick of this fight, he doesn't like this man. He's… well he's someone he wants to defeat, and brag about the defeat to Germania, Gaul, Greece, and Egypt… All the Nations he knows, though he's pretty sure Gaul and Germania aren't too happy with him right now… so his Empire is taking over their lands that's no reason to completely ignore him!
And he swings and catches his opponents arm, tearing it away from the man; he's yelling at him again, faster than before, and he's trying to bring his weapon up to kill Rome, but his arm is wounded, and his fingers are shaking, he can't lift it up anymore. But he's still yelling and looking defiant and Rome knows he hasn't given up… not yet… and probably not till his death.
And Rome can help with that. He raises his sword high, his eyes gleaming- he's going to win this fight and this land shall belong to him and him alone!
"Leave… my sons… alone!" He manages to pick out of the sentences as the sword flies down, and Rome knows… he knows now. There's more land out here than he first imagined!
Oh-Rome-You're-Such-A-Bad-Guy-While-Taking-Over-But-Such-A-Sweetie-Once-You've-Got-What-You-Want
Éire's worried. He's not going to admit that though. His younger brother Alba is worried as well, and he's NEVER going to admit that- never… Alba's such a stubborn fool. And their youngest brother Albion is bleeding and Éire's feeling worse than ever before.
He ignored Albion most of the time, unless it would amuse him. He let Alba beat him up, found it amusing most of the time in all honesty, and now their brother is being invaded… he could die, he tells his self, making that feeling grow and delve deep into his mind- he's feeling awful now.
Albion was pretty harmless really… Éire realises. He never really fought back; he just sits there accepting the pain as though he deserved it. As though he was in the wrong, as though he believes he can't defend his self.
Éire wants to hug his brother tightly, but he can't… not right now, Picts has him on her back and she and his Ma are marching forward, he and Alba have to jog to keep up. Albion's people are joining them as they run south, towards the invasion, and they're all going to push them back.
He's going to help his brother out!
But… It's an invasion. And although he's interested to see how these people are going about it, he can't help but want to stay back and look after Albion far from the fighting, keep him oblivious to the fact his people are probably dying (if you're able to keep Nations oblivious of that fact that is). That's more than he can say for his other brother.
Alba is excited. Overly excited. He wants to beat up these invaders, whether for Albion or his self, no one can particularly tell, though Éire's pretty sure it's not for their younger brother.
"Éire," he hears his Ma's voice, and looks up at her. "Can you take your brother from Picts; she's going to need her hands free."
"Of course," and after some shuffling he has his brother on his back, and he worries more, when he wraps his hands around his brother's legs only to feel the blood.
Éire decides then and there as he comes closer to the sound of fighting, that if being invaded involves bleeding, fainting and generally all the hurt his brother is going through, then he never wants to be invaded… Never.
Don't-Worry-Ireland-You-Don't-Go-Through-The-Worst-Invasions-Not-Saying-There's-None-At-All-Though
Rome was glad he was going to kill this Nation off and that he'd die and he'd be gone, and the land and his son's lands would become his. Of course, he never did get to kill that man. For just before his weapon killed the Nation, fire was thrown at him.
Jumping away just in time, he looked over, completely ignoring the bloodied and weakened Nation, to look at the two that stood calmly next to each other.
One was a woman, blonde locks falling to her shoulders in a tangled mess, green eyes that reminded him of the grass surrounding them all. The small boy standing next to her similar in looks, his blonde locks darker, and his green eyes lighter, both stood in a way that made them seem as though nothing could scare them in any possible way or could damage their calm manner.
Rome feels that shiver run up his spine. They're two Nations… and he's pretty sure they're from the same piece land.
Rome decides there and then that he's going to claim their land. He'll kill the Mother, she looks less likely to join him, and the boy will be easy to influence he's sure. And it's the boy who spit another ball of fire at him, making him side step away from the dying Nation, and it makes him want the little Nation all the more.
"Rome! We're retreating!" He hears his boss call, and he wants ignore the yells, and he wants to pretend his people aren't dying, that these unprepared savages somehow aren't pushing his people back. He curses the fact he isn't getting any further.
"Rome!" Julius calls out to him again.
"Yes sir!" He calls back and starts running back towards their boats, when he notices the large group of people heading towards them from the north. Their close enough that he can tell there are five Nations leading the people forward.
Two women both their beauty and power striking, lead, then there's a small boy, whose eyes seem to condemn any who look in them, he can tell that he is definitely the Nation he took down's son- he doesn't want that brat, he decides, he'll only make his life miserable. The other brat is in his teens and again he instantly decides against it, a teen wouldn't be easy to control at all. Then there's the child he's holding, he's obviously the Nation he's invading, he's bleeding and seems woozy, then he sees his eyes, and the only way he can describe them are like emeralds and even that doesn't seem like a fit enough description. He wants him, he doesn't want to retreat now… but he knows he has too, he's surrounded by Nations, and he's seemed to have killed their ring leader- not the greatest idea to stick around.
"I'm going to come back to invade you!" He yells at the little Nation, he knows that no one's going to understand him, but he's said it out loud, he's made the promise now. Britannia shall be his.
And then he's running back to his boats, grinning. Helping his people that are alive onto them, helping push each ship out, and then it's him and Julius and a handful of others, and he's still grinning and Julius is seething.
"Those savages! We aren't coming back here!" Julius is complaining, and Rome lets him, even though he's silently disagreeing.
And Rome's silent, because he knows later he's going to persuade his boss to come back and invade with stronger warriors, but right now he'll let the man complain and yell. And if Julius really does tend to go through with his plan of never coming back, Rome knows the man won't be around forever… and things can always be arranged if the man doesn't die young enough…
Oh-Rome-you-are-truly-evil-at-times-you-know-that?
Albion's conscious… sort of. He can't open his eyes, and his head is throbbing in pain and his leg is hurting so much. And he hears crying and he wants to open his eyes, he wants to see who it is, but everything hurts too much, so he decides to relax and wait until he's well enough to wake up and move on his own.
"Ériu, stop crying," he hears a voice he's never heard before dryly remark.
"Leave her alone!" he hears Picts growl. "Just 'cause you wanted the Celtic bastard dead, and even came here to watch him die, doesn't mean the rest of us wanted him too!"
"Why call him a bastard if you don't want him to die?" That snarky voice questions mockingly.
"Because he left us!" He hears the sobs trying to escape Picts that time, and Albion's happy he can't get his body to wake up, because he wouldn't know what to do with both adults crying like they are.
"Picts…" He hears Ériu sobs out. "Cambria… stop you're bickering…"
He hears the muttered agreement of them both and some sobs before he hears the mutterings of his brothers.
"Papa Celt's dead." He hears Alba say, rather emotionlessly.
"I feel bad for Albion… he's lost his Ma and Pa now…" Éire says, and imagining the pitying expression on his face, makes Albion cringe slightly.
"Who's Albion?" Asks a new voice, he sounds absolutely confused, and as though he's struggling to speak in the same language as them.
"Albion's the runt that just got invaded," Alba explains.
"Don't call him a runt," Éire sighs, and he quickly explains. "He's our brother, Papa Celt's each of our Pa's, but we have different Ma's."
"Then I'm your brother as well!" The third voice chimes in. "Celt's me Dad, and that's me Mum."
"Well… you do have the green eyes…" Éire sighs.
"That's not enough anymore!" Alba calls out, and he hears an offended why from the third voice and an inquiring why from Éire. "Because, what if there's other Nations out there with green eyes? Going to say they're all our brothers?"
"Well, no but he said Papa Celt's his Pa, so it'd make him our brother as well!" Éire moans, obviously not liking the fact they were still talking- he was getting bored Albion could tell, but there was nothing for him to do around here for fun.
"Anyway, I'm Cymru! What are your names?" the third voice, Cymru questions.
"I'm Éire, he's Alba and the little one over there's Albion." Éire explained, and before anything else was said they all hear Picts' scream.
"You cannot be serious Cambria!"
Albion's feeling his mind slipping away again by this point, with Picts howling up a storm, Ériu crying harder than before, and the Cambria person calmly explaining the situation to them, and as Albion's mind slowly falls unconsciousness he feels a pair of arms wrap around him protectively; he thinks he knows what she's getting at, the last words he hears before falling away completely are.
"The man promised to come back, and he's after the little mix blooded Nation, you need to worry about yourself not that pathetic brat."
And when he wakes up, he's by his self, his legs bandaged and an old couple are watching over him. They explain some people had found him and brought him to their village, but Albion knows better, he's been abandoned by his family, they left him… and that strange man who hurt him merely by standing on his land… he's coming back… and the strange man wants him…
Aw-Albion-it'll-only-get-worse-from-here-on-out!
A/N: Riiiiiiiiight, so chapter 3 completed!
And don't you just hate Cambria? And I finally got Wales into the story (and yes he CAN breath fire, cause they all know their magic and he has his dragons- it's on his flag after all)… though he hasn't met England officially yet!
So yes more history notes:
-Well Cambria is the oldest known name for Wales, so his Mother gets that name while Wales is stuck with the name Cymru!
-So, basically 55BC Julius Caesar leads an invasion into Britain only to pull back as soon as he gets there- I guess the Celts were a scary bunch.
-Rome's last thoughts, are based on the facts that 11 years after this retreat Julius Caesar is murdered in Rome, and maybe it was his very own Nation who went through with the deed, or at least arranged for it to happen… maybe, but maybe not, though we won't get into Julius's story in this because that happens elsewhere and we're focusing in on England.
-And indeed the Celts DID invade England, technically this is Albion's first invasion, because his Mother had to deal with the pain last time, because she still represented their land, but now she's gone Albion's going to have to go through with it all!
Well I think that's all the history facts in this chapter… maybe… So, Celt's dead thus pulling his family apart and Albion's left to deal with everything on his own. And after Rome deals with Julius, then Jesus and religion he's coming right on over to invade again!
Ah right that reminds me, throughout Rome's invasion there may be some insults towards religion or at least some jibes, nothing serious (I hope), but you know this is along with the Jesus thing, so we have to add him in it, even if you don't believe in him or any of that… Ah, religion with a mixture of magic and science as the story gets on, of God; history is out to confuse us all I swear… or at least English history… European history in general actually!
But yes religion, magic and science don't be offended by any of it and you have to keep in account that in different parts of history England was very religious, but other times we're like- meh who cares about religion, so yeah England's totally all over the place, I don't think he can just choose can he? Or maybe he does know but keeps his thoughts to his self, and lets his people do what they like!
Now I hope you enjoyed, until the next chappy!
Oh and feel free to question me about bits and pieces, if you didn't get it or just want to tell me off for typing something wrong, or you want to question how I'm going to go about something- or even throw your own British history facts at me, because I'm sure I don't know EVERY piece of history, I'm just trying to get the whole of his history down!
Oh! And the chapter titles I put up, are basically what era we're in and we're now leaving the Celtic era and heading off to the Roman era, which shall be followed by the Anglo-Saxons, etc, etc.
And again, until the next invasion (because you KNOW there's one next chapter, with Rome coming back)!