An Empire…

Part 5- Boudicca

"I won't let you take him!" Her growls are filled with venom, and Albion's face is being pushed into her shoulder s she's crouched down to his level, holding him tightly in her arms, protecting him. And though Albion can't see the Roman Nation directly, he can see him from Boudicca's eyes, and he can see the hatred she's directing at him.

"Boudicca…" He hears her husband try to calm her down, but she's growling and hissing like a trapped animal.

He hears the sigh leave the other Nation, and hears the sound of his sword, and it sounds so much louder than it should, and he sees it from every angle, the angle from each of his people.

"Plaese… Dno't…" Albion hears his self cry, and he's crying it in the Roman's language that he's managed to pick up from the tribes that have already been taken over, and he knows he's probably said it wrong, but he does hear the man freeze.

"Britannia…" The Nation sighs. "I'll give you five minutes, and if you're not ready by then the tribe is destroyed."

And the Nation leaves. If only outside, and his people go with him, and Albion looks up at Boudicca who's already planning to scream no, no and no. She isn't leaving him here- she isn't!

"Boudicca…" He takes the woman's hands and puts them to her stomach where she can feel the slight bump. "You need to live for… my sibling, right?"

And she's crying and holding him, and she doesn't want to let him go. And she's so touched and overwhelmed that her Nation has actually called her child his sibling.

"You have to live Albion…" She's crying. "You have to live, so I can save you! And you, you, you have to come back to our tribe! You have to see your sibling, and you have to watch them grow up, and be jealous when they get taller than you! You have to!"

Albion's nodding his yes and he's feeling his own tears form.

"And… And I have to live! And make my children grown up brilliantly, so that you have the best sibling ever! And… and I have to save you! And take you back from those invaders!"

Albion nods again. And he feels the other Nation coming back, and he's sure five minutes haven't ended… but Albion reminds his self he doesn't even know what a minute is, let along five.

"Britannia." And Albion tugs Boudicca's arms off and they fall weakly to her sides as she watches as Albion walks over to the man. And Albion's trying to walk strongly, straight and trying not to show any weakness, but he hesitates every now and he's showing his uncertainty easily.

The other Nation offers him his hand, and he doesn't want to take it. He really doesn't, but he doesn't want the Iceni tribe to be hurt in any way possible. So he puts his hand into the grinning mans one and he's taken away with the other Nation and he doesn't even get a chance to look back at Boudicca… and he's alone again.

He's been captured, and invaded and… he's so alone. This man doesn't have green eyes, he doesn't care about anything it seems, and the Fae are keeping their distance, they're trying to spit at him, trying to get Albion away from him but they don't want to get too close. And even his Mother's unicorn refuses to get close to the man, but she watches Albion and she's following him from a distance.

"I'm going to save you!" He turns around to see Boudicca; her husband has his arms around her to stop her from doing anything they'd regret. And he sees the tears streaming down her face.

"You wait, I'm going to save you and we'll be a family again!"

And he's not alone… He realises. He has Boudicca and the whole of the Iceni tribe; even if he isn't with them in person… they're always with him. After all they are his people!

Aw-Albion-You're-Such-A-Sweetie-And-Boudicca-Shall-Return-To-Save-You!

He's grown. Or growing. The ache and pains of being taken over, mixing in with the pain of suddenly shooting up.

It's so painful, and he's groaning. And he doesn't want to grow anymore if he's going to feel this each and every time he grows. He can feel the roads and forts being built across his land, across him… and they hurt- they feel strange, foreign.

"Britannia!" He hears the cheerful voice that belongs to Rome, as he comes running towards the boy, who reaches his waist now. Albion looks 8 now, he decides.

Rome is a strange man. He takes whatever he wishes, and he'll be brutal about it. But, as soon as he has it, he becomes joyous and overly zealous about it. He also becomes silly towards a lot of things and his culture is strange, greatly strange.

"Britannia!" He calls again as he reaches the boy and lifts him up- much to Albion's chagrin, but he won't complain the Iceni need him to behave or else they'll suffer.

Thinking about the Iceni, they were allowed to keep their independence in the end. They were considered helpful in the taking over of Britannia, as they 'gave' Albion over. Prasutagus had become their King, under Rome's orders, and they keep a close eye of him and his wife Boudicca.

"Guess what we've done?" Rome questioned cheerfully, pulling Albion onto his shoulders, and Albion couldn't help but be reminded of Picts… would Picts still be able to lift him onto her shoulders?

"Go on guess Britannia!" And Albion knows he should reply: Rome always gets his way.

"You've decided to leave my people alone and go back to your own land?" He replies sarcastically, and he's noticed that he's starting to leave his just-go-with-it attitude. He's starting to fight back, even if it's only with his words.

Rome just laughs and takes him further until they're standing in front of an old abandoned village that's surrounded by trees. Rome's people are fixing things up and building forts around the place.

"We've got you a Capital! Londinium!" The man cheers. "It's perfect for your capital and you need one of them, or you won't last long in life!"

Albion's not paying attention to Rome as he babbles on though, he's looking at the two statues that stand guard at the front of the village, and he knows why there's no one in the village Gog and Ma-Gog saved them…

So-Rome's-Made-London-And-Gog-And-Ma-Gog-Shall-Be-Explained-Later-So-No-Worries!

He's grown half a head past Rome's waist when he meets his brother Cymru for the first time. The boys a bit taller than him, he has curly blonde hair, some of which has been plaited and some ends of the locks are singed and burnt. He has green eyes that are green like the grass, and Albion wants to run over and hug him and get some sort of comfort from the boy, he's tired of growing up now… he wants to stop.

But Rome's got Albion in a harsh grip, as though mocking both him and his brother. Mocking Albion of the fact that his brothers are free and he's not allowed to join them and mocking Cymru that he has his brother caught, there's nothing he can do about that… and that he's going to follow Albion: he'll be captured too.

"Britannia…" He hears his brother call, and he sees the flinch Cymru makes as he says the name, as though he hates it, and hates the fact he's calling him by the name Rome's given him. "My Mum… She says she's sorry. And she asks me to send you a warning- don't let those you can't trust know your real name…"

"Real name…?" Rome inquires, and before anything mocking could be thrown at him by either Cymru or Albion, Albion freezes.

Tears fall down his face, he's trying to breath. He wants to fall and hit the ground (but he won't it's Cymru's land and he has no reason to hurt his brother), but he slumps forward and Rome has to pull him up, and Cymru's trying to run forward to help him, but Cymru's people are pulling him back.

"Britannia?" Rome questions, but Albion feels like he's far away and he is, his minds darted over to the Iceni tribe… Prasutagus' died. He's gone… and he feels his people are slowly slipping away from him now… they're slipping through his fingers and there's nothing he can do about it…

Aw-Albion-The-Next-Parts-Only-Get-Worse…

Boudicca's aged. She's taller (though Albion is as well, and he's sure she would've squealed in delight about that if Rome's people weren't around), she has long red hair that seems to gently caress her sides until it cuts off at her waist. She's wearing a colourful tunic, a golden necklace that looked like Albion would've struggled to hold and a cloak wrapped around her, and pinned together with a broach that rested over her heart.

Behind her she has two girls glancing over at Albion, one has her Mothers hair, and the other has the brownish hair that their Father had. They're muttering to each other.

Albion wants to run over to her, but Rome hasn't let go of him since they travelled from his brother's land, and Rome left his people to continue their invasion of Cymru's land, and Rome has more important things to deal with. Boudicca, he's worried she'll start something; he's worried she's going to go through with her promise; he's scared she's going to take Albion back.

"And what can we do for you today Roman scum?" She says and she glares and holds herself like the lions Albion's seen in some of Rome's pictures.

"Well… I'm sure you're daughters could pleasure my people," and Albion's eyes are wide and he's looking at the two girls, his siblings Boudicca had called them, so he yells the one word to them that they need to follow.

"Run!"

Rome-Can-Truly-Be-Evil-When-Things-Don't-Go-His-Way!

He's closed his eyes tightly, he's looking away and he's covering his ears as hard as he can, but it's not stopping the sounds from reaching him, it's not stopping the images from reaching him; it's not stopping the pain hitting him. He feels tears well up behind his eyes, but his eyes are shut too tight that they can't escape.

He's biting his lip he won't scream along with them! He won't!

And then everything ends. It's silent, the images dissolve, the pain turns to a dull throbbing, and he's about to relax his body when he feels that hand on his shoulder.

He jumps away from it; his green eyes shoot open, and the tears pool out. He's growling, hissing.

"How could you?" He screams at Rome, he wants to get as far from the man as possible, he's an awful man, he's drenched in filth, he's a sinner, he is sin itself, and he doesn't want to be near something so rotten!

"Britannia…" the Nation turns his voice to a calming hushed voice, as though he's trying to talk to a child, and where usually it would be as comforting as it would be insulting, he knows what Rome's done, and he can't forgive such a man, he can't take comfort in such a man's words, so he's hisses.

"How COULD you?" He repeats, and every time Rome tries to calm him, he repeats the question until Rome's fed up.

"I won't let a rebellion start!" Rome growls at Albion, who glares back. "You are mine. You are defenceless, what can you do?" The man laughs. "You're half my height, and you're a scrawny thing, how are you meant to defend yourself? Your people?"

"With our help!" He hears the yell of Boudicca, and looks over at the woman, eyes wide and shocked… she's still standing?

And she is, she's leaning forward as though she might fall at any moment, but she's standing! And Albion's running over to her, he sees the blood that's pooling against her clothes, the blood that's pouring out of her wounds that Rome's inflicted on her.

Albion runs into her carefully, he's wrapping his arms around her waist and she's hugging him back- tightly. She's as tall as Rome is, he notices and he knows she's just as strong... maybe stronger, and he's going to put all his hope into her.

"So you want your country back?" Albion hears Rome's voice and it's deadly. "Well, I guess we want all the money we've been lending you to fix your city up back."

Other members of the tribe are coming over, they're being drawn in by the Fae, and they've heard what Rome's said- they're getting angry, and it's only getting worse as they see the blood that's spread across Boudicca's clothes.

"We want our country back and we shall TAKE our country back!" She yells and she spits at Rome. And the tribe are with her cheering, taking up arms: Rome and his men are pulling back. They're not prepared for a battle.

And they run off, but before they do Albion sees the look Rome's sending him. He's not giving up- he'll retreat for now, but just like the other time he retreated… but he'll come back again just like last time and he'll make Albion his again… and he'll make sure he stays his this time.

And-Thus-They-Revolt!

Its a few weeks later after Boudicca has showered Albion with affection, after she's healed enough that it doesn't hurt her to stand, after her children are healed and introduced to Albion, that the Romans learn true fear.

Boudicca is fierce. She tears down many and nothing has yet to stop her. She wins her first victory. Celebrating with her tribe and everyone's cheering and carrying Albion and he feels their joy over run any of his unsettled feelings from different tribes.

She gets tribes that they've been enemies with on their side, and Albion feels his self growing. He looks about eleven now, much to the enjoyment of Boudicca.

"If we continue this way you may grow up to look my age!" She laughs, and her children are surprised, how did he shoot up to look a year or two older?

And when he grows that little bit under Boudicca's command. He feels no pain, only love and he's happy he's grown that little bit, but he's stills short, as he's constantly reminded.

And each victory Boudicca reins in, she reins in more people, more hope and his people are thrilled. They're getting rid of the Romans!

Her revolt lasts a year before it ends.

"Albion!" She's crying running to him. "Albion!"

"Boudicca?" He questions and she look absolutely frightened; it takes a moment until he can see why, they're too close to a city- a city filled with Romans. And the group they were about to invade are coming closer than they had thought, and they're on a road where there's a crossing… another band of Romans is coming from the last path.

"We're surrounded… and we can't win this one…" She's crying. "I'm so sorry Albion! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't!" He pulls on her. "Don't say you're sorry!" And he smiles at her. "You saved me right?"

"But… Albion…" And for the entire fierce attitude, for the lion like glares she can send, for all the fear she's stuck, she's still the little girl who clung to Albion when she was growing up, she's still the little girl who chased Albion around, she's still the little girl who loves her country and her dead husband Prasutagus.

"Do you want to play with my hair?" He questions, and she nods miserably.

And then she's braiding his hair, picking up flowers that are nearby and trailing them through his hair. And she's calming down, and her tears are turning to sobs which in turn, change to sniffles.

"Where are our people?" Albion questions.

"I've sent them away… the tribes are going back to their own places sneaking out however they can… some will probably bump into some Romans… I hope they don't…" She sighs.

"What about you?" She laughs at that.

"They won't leave the tribes alone unless they have me captured or at least my head to turn in!" Albion gulps.

"Kill yourself…" He hears his voice through her ears and knows he sounds terrified.

"Kill… myself?" She questions, and Albion nods quickly turning back to her with large green eyes.

"I know what they do to those they've caught!" He's feeling the panic set in. "I've seen it! Felt it! You can't let them do that to you!"

She takes his hand in one of hers, and draws her sword with the other.

"It's ok Albion… I follow your wishes, you're my land!" And she draws the blade close to her heart and she's crying afresh. "Is it selfish of me to ask you to stay with me?" Albion shakes his head no- he can't trust his voice right now. "Then can you stay with me?"

"Y… Yes!" He managed between hiccups.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to do any more for you…" And before Albion can say anything she's killed herself, her blade straight through her heart.

Albion watches as she falls to the ground and he clings to her hand with the tears falling down his face.

"And... And… I'm sorry… I couldn't do any… anymore for you… My Queen…" And then he's wailing loudly.

He's lost his Boudicca. He's lost his Queen. He's lost his hope…

And-The-Albion-Revolt-Ends-Rome's-Got-England-Now!

A/N: and chapter 5 is finished!

History notes are historic:

-I feel like pointing out that minutes did exist back then! Though it was by no means a Roman invention I believe the Greeks took it from someone, though it's escaped my who is was they stole the idea from.

-The Romans built road and cities in England… for those who don't know (because we had rocks and pathetic paths before and not as cool cities) they also made forts!

-After the Roman's killed their previous king, they made Boudicca's husband the new ruler and it was half under his rule, half under the Romans, so that the Romans could keep an eye on the tribe.

-What is nowadays London, was founded by Roman's, not created by them, it was founded as an empty city (or at least most sources claim it was empty) and they built onto it, because they believed it was centre most of the tribes so they could keep an eye on them (or at least it was centre of the tribes they controlled at the time) that was in 50AD.

-Gog and Ma-Gog are the guardians of London, they were giants that came to the land (there's many different stories of how they came to the land mind you) and they've been there since the beginning of London's creation (though the statues have been destroyed quite a few times only to be rebuilt over the years) and they're still shown around nowadays!

-Wales is getting invaded and is the main place the Roman's are trying to get too in 60AD, which is when Boudicca's husband dies.

-10 years later in 60AD Boudicca's husband dies, and he left a will for his children to take over after he dies, the Romans not only ignored this but claimed the Iceni tribe owned them for a loan, whipped Boudicca AND raped Boudicca's children.

-She then starts up the greatest revolt against the Roman Empire at the time (and Albion's most successful one).

-(61AD the revolt ends) There are many stories of how the revolt ends and I've used the one where they were killing another raid of Romans only to end up at a cross road where some other Romans were scouting and helped, but no matter what version of revolts end it is said that Boudicca ended her life, so she wouldn't get capture.

And I think that's all the facts for this chapter!

And… Wow… I didn't like having to kill Boudicca off that was no fun! And now England won't have any cool leaders until Arthur… though we do have St. George and his dragon killing which I think might be fun to write, but that's not for a bit, taking over of Wales and Scotland first and the invention of baths how will Albion cope with that?

Again I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and you stick around for more history lessons (as it seems to be sort of) but hey Hetalia is MEANT to be history lesson like, I've learnt tones because of Hetalia and the research afterwards for fanfictions!