An Empire…

Part 10- Dumnonii

It was a different experience. Albion decides. Living with Cymru, was completely different from living with either of his brothers. Completely different from living with Rome.

It had a long time since he had escaped from Rome, Rome had long since given looking for him and sent his soldiers North to invade Alba's land; they were slowly succeeding, more of Rome's warriors were leaving his land and moving onwards too Alba's. Albion had questioned Cymru if they should help their brother and he had said no, Alba wanted to be on his own so he would do everything on his own.

When Albion had finally found his brother, Cymru had panicked, if Rome was heading towards his land (like he did) they'd both be found and they'd both be taken, so they took a boat from Cymru's land and sailed south back to Albion's land. To the Dumnonii tribe.

That was where they had lived, among Albion's people. Everyone in the tribe had accepted them both; he was called by his true name: Albion.

Cymru helped the people out with their jobs, fishing, farming, and everything all the while he told the tribe's children stories from his own land, Albion found his self listening too. And Cymru always kept both arms around him, protecting him. Life was, peaceful and Albion felt loved by his people and his brother; was even able to avoid being reminded of the Romans walking over his land.

"I want to help!" he looked up determinedly at his brother, who blinked down at him; crouched so they were level.

"You're too short Albion," Cymru let a hand brush through him brothers golden hair as Albion glared more.

"I'm not!" Cymru smiled, placing a kiss to his brother's forehead and standing back up, his arms filled with tool.

"When you're my height I'll let you do all the work for me ok?" Albion frowned but didn't say anymore on the subject.

Aw-Albion's-Such-A-Cutie!

"Aw you're the kid who doesn't grow!" He hears a boy's voice; he looks over to see some greasy haired boy, the boys grey eyes wide as he looks at Albion. "Your brother's always telling me and me sis stories!"

The boy drags him back to his family's home. Where his Mother is; he ends up staying with them while he waits for Cymru, and he slowly finds his self staying going over to the family whenever his brothers busy working in the farms and such.

"I want to help out…" He complains to their Mother one day, as she's sorting clothes out winding the broken fabrics back together. "But Cymru always says I'm too short to help…"

"Well…" The mother laughs lightly. "If you helped you'd probably do more damage than good."

"But I want to help!" Albion looks up sadly at the woman; she looks at her Nation with a defeated smile.

"I'm sure I can find something you can help with."

Little-Break!

Alba helped his men up off the ground. The man who he had around his shoulder was laughing all the time blood dripping from his forehead.

"Oh Alba! My precious Nation that bastard is much more vicious than we first thought!" the man around his shoulder calls and Alba smiles at him.

"But…" Alba drawls out knowing the old man he's carrying has more to say, he always did; the man starts cackling.

"Let's show him how proper barbarians go at it shall we?" The man uses the word barbarian in jest seeing as the Roman's enjoyed calling them so.

"It would be my pleasure old friend!"

And he and the old man have entered another brawl, both grinning like the mad men they were thought as.

Just-Random-Humans-Around-This-Chapter!

Cymru had been worried in all honesty. When Albion told him they could hide with the tribe without being found he didn't believe his brother; now here they were among people who were at peace and weren't bothered by the Roman's in the least. And he could live with his brother without any fighting to watch out for.

But Cymru was worried. How long were they going to last like this? How long till Rome turned his eyes back to his or Albion's land? He worried how his people were fairing… and what their brothers thought of Albion right now…

He sighed. His brother wanted to help out too… but Albion was too small to do anything much to help him out.

Cymru sighed as he went in the direction his brother was in only to see his brother helping to twist fabrics and thread them together. He blinked, walking up to his brother.

"What are you doing Albion?" He questioned.

"Helping out!" And Albion looks up at him, smiling brightly, that Cymru can't help but put the dark thoughts on hold and sit besides his brother and help him out in whatever way Albion instructs.

Skippy-Bit-AGAIN!

Alba's lost people; he feels it. He's got that bastard's people running amok on his land, but that bastard is going to learn something. He and his people are stubborn. They won't give in, they never give in.

They're going to push the bastard's people away and as Alba runs through the dead, both his and the bastard's, he makes sure they're all as dead as they seem. Whenever he's checked one of his own he thanks them for trying to protect him, thanks them for living, and whenever he passes one of his, he curses them and hopes they suffer a lot.

Short-bit-was-short!

Albion was able to tell that Alba had been able to keep Rome's people from getting far; he could tell Rome was getting fed up of it. But that didn't explain why he was clutching his head, breathing rapidly and screaming and crying out every now and then. He could feel Cymru at his side questioning what was wrong, but even if Albion had the breath to answer he couldn't… he didn't know what was wrong.

"Albion… what's wrong?" Cymru repeated once again and Albion tried to groan out that he didn't know, but the words wouldn't come, so he sobbed and cried the pressure he felt increasing on his head.

News later that day started to slowly circulate around… there was a wall being built separating Albion from his older brother, trapping his brother in certain areas; Albion could feel the closer the news got to the Dumnonii tribe… the closer Rome got…

Oh-The-Tension!

"Go!" He growled at Cymru and pointed across the waters they had travelled across so long ago. Cymru's green eyes stared at him, disbelief, hurt and understanding flickering through them all at once.

"You could come with me Albion…" Cymru's voice is pleading, but Albion looks away- shaking his head.

"No…" Albion looks over at Cymru, his emerald eyes shining brightly. "But, I'll see you afterwards, ok?"

And Cymru doesn't want to go, doesn't want to leave his brother on his own… he draws the smaller blonde into his arms and holds him tightly and sighs. But he knows if it was him in his brothers position he would do the same… and his people still needed him…

So he lets go, pecks his younger brother on the fore head and leaves, not sparing his brother a second glance, because he knows if he did… he'd cave in.

And now Albion's alone… he looks away from where his brother just was. He looks away from the last tribe that was free and walks off without letting any of the tribe know- they weren't going to suffer for him being found there- and neither was his brother…

Next-Part-Activate!

Albion finds it kind of ironic. He walked in the direction that Rome was heading towards only for them to meet back up at that strange bath thing.

"Britannia." The man says, but Albion doesn't say anything in return, he's not going to be cheeky, but he's not going to do anything to say he's going to do as he's told.

"Did you get lost?" And Rome is grinning what can only be described as an insane grin, and again Albion doesn't say anything knowing no matter what he could say it'd only make everything all the worse…

And-I'm-Ending-It-Earlier-Than-Planned-Because-I'm-Mean!

A/N: so… this chapter was meant to be much longer… and I have written out some of the rest of the chapter, but in the end I thought it sounded better ending it there, so I cut the rest I had wrote and put it onto the next chapter hey at least I have a head start to the next chapter!

So historical notes!

-The tribe Dumnonii! They're brilliant in my opinion! Alright throughout the whole of the Roman invasion they just literally didn't fight at all, the Romans went to attack them and they just continued doing their farm work and such (can you literally see an image of Rome charging there just to stop when he see none of the people caring and carrying on with their work?) So, yes basically because of that the Roman's just left them alone, sometimes they'd get some Roman looking around checking to make sure that people didn't suddenly decide to attack them, but on the whole they left them alone, meaning everyone down there got to keep their Celtic heritage, because they hardly ever interacted with each other. This tribe is where nowadays Cornwall, Devon and just that whole area is, and the Dumnonii tribe is slowly going to become more important as that is where King Arthur was born as quite a few other royals that England's going to have to deal with!

-The wall! Hadrian's wall has been built (I almost typed grown… which would just be weird!) But more of that next chapter!

-Um… people the countries interacted with aren't particularly important, because you can't expect them to just interact with important people XD

-Oh and this chapter has gone from the end of the first century to mid second century! (See how long Albion escaped Rome… sadly I put it all into ONE CHAPTER!)

Ok… I think that's everything… I believe I've said everything that NEEDS to be said 9I'm pretty sure there's two more chapter after this with Rome, though the chapter after that will probably have a lot of talk ABOUT Rome, but he won't have control over Albion XD

Oh, and just out of curiosity, I decided to read the Kink meme for the first time and people love pairing England with old figures, or having old heroes of the country come back to help in times of need, but out of curiosity who do you think England (as in the actual personification) actually likes the most, it could be a Queen or King (like Elizabeth or Arthur… maybe even Richard) or it could be a rebellion leader (like Robin hood- he counts, or Guy Fawkes- again he counts) or a poet, an author or we can go recent and it could be a footballer, an actor, maybe even yourself… anything, just who do YOU think he likes the most out of all his people, and you can be as creative as possible!

Until next time! (College is back up next week so you may only get one update a week, two if homework/coursework isn't too bad!)