An Empire…
Part 11- It's a hat!
Albion had given up pulling away, the chains around his neck far too strong to be able to pull any further than they'd allow. Rome had dragged him too Londinium, wrapped chains tightly around his neck; tied them down to the ground, just outside the city, showing him the freedom that was just out of reach.
The Fae have tried to free him, to help him escape… but the chains are iron, so they flee- scared… in pain… And Albion wishes he could join them…
"Aw it's our little nation!" Albion hears the guardians of the city stir, waking up. The Romans had long since fallen asleep, leaving Albion at the entrance in a state of self pity- refusing to sleep until he let himself collapse.
"Albion's the name isn't it?" One of the statues, Ma-Gog, questions, stretching as he shook off his statue like stature.
"No, no, no! He's called Britannia nowadays!" The other, Gog, shakes his hand side to side.
"How's Eburones?" Ma-Gog questions, walking stiffly around Albion, shaking his legs every now and then as though getting a circulation going. "That's your Mother by the way!"
"You're an idiot Ma-Gog!" Gog calls out, knocking some sense into the other guardian. "He wouldn't BE our Nation if his Mother was still around would he?"
"She could be…" Ma-Gog mutters after a few moments of silence. "It wouldn't be the first time it's happened!"
Gog shakes his head a few times before knocking Ma-Gog on the head again; then turned toward Albion, who was watching them with half interest and half boredom. His Mother had told him stories about the two, about how they never always told the truth (especially stories dealing with how they ended up as the cities guardians or even how they got on Albion's land), but the both of them had fascinating stories to tell, even if it was impossible to tell if they were telling the truth.
"I'm terribly sorry for Ma-Gog's rude, rude, RUDE behaviour! As you are my Nation and he is my servant he should know where his manners belong!"
"Oi!" Ma-Gog called out hitting Gog. "I am not your servant! See Albion this thing!" He indicates in the general direction of Gog. "Is a liar! He even lies about his hair colour and as you can clearly see its green!"
"My hair is not green you imbecile! It is RED!"
"It is not!" Ma-Gog rolled his eyes. "It's more of a blue than a red!"
"I believe you just said my hair was green not blue, so who is the liar?"
"But, you both have black hair…" And the two turned to Albion, looked at each other and then turned back to Albion and then back at each other before they both mutter a quiet:
"He's right you know…"
Ah-Those-Two-Were-Fun-To-Write!
Gog and Ma-Gog were strange individuals Albion decided. Through the night when they were positive soldiers wouldn't catch them they stop pretending to be statues and talked to Albion, telling him stories that might be true… but were most likely not.
One story Albion particularly enjoyed listening too was when they were telling him of how they go on this land.
"We were here long before your Mother!" They had exclaimed together.
"You see Ma-Gog was my servant and was very much in love with me so he followed me to your lovely land-"
"He's lying Albion! You should cut out his tongue for that!"
"I think you'll find it's your tongue that must be hacked off!" Gog howled back. "See little Britannia Ma-Gog has a bad tendency of lying and interrupting others, that shouldn't be justified in ANY way!"
"No, no, no Gog! You're not placing the blame on me! See Albion you'll find before this land became yours and your Mothers, it belonged to us giants… though the greater ones were much, much larger than us of course! And of course-"
"Lies! We descended from witches from your lands and the good people of your brothers land and-"
"Lies!"
And the arguments continued all night long, but Albion's conversations with them were ending that night, the next morning Rome had decided he needed to see something rather. So when he saw the sun slowly rising he asked them the question he had wanted to ask them.
"What are you talking about the sky is orange!"
"No, no, no Gog! I think you'll find yourself sadly mistaken, it is quite obviously brown and-"
"How did you save the citizens that were here beforehand?" Albion was sure he knew the answer he just wanted proof, Gog and Ma-Gog looked between their selves before answering.
"Now little Britannia you have to take into account that-"
"You know Gog, little Albion probably knows what happened and why, so we might as well-"
"Just say it?" Gog finished and Ma-Gog nodded in agreement, both of their dark eyes locked onto Albion's light ones.
"Well… We ate the citizens here…"
"While they were asleep of course!"
"Yes… while they were asleep, no need to draw it out and make it painful, right?"
"Right!"
"And… we left no evidence… no need for the silly Roman's to get suspicious of us!"
"Exactly!"
"Because… we didn't want our citizens… the ones we looked after to get hurt…"
"Right… because we all know that Rome would've treated them worse…"
"Right…"
And with the last moments of darkness gone they fled back to their usual spot, as still as the statues they seemed to be; Rome came taking Albion north. Albion sent the two statues a small smile, thankful for the company they provided… but oh how he wished they'd eaten him as well…
And-Break-Like-THING!
The wall was large. Greatly. Spreading across the border between him and his brother's land.
Rome held him tightly in his arms, allowing no room for escape. The man was grinning manically. He claimed the wall was called Hadrian's Wall and they were building another one separating his brother from Picts.
"This is your crown!" Rome smiled and explained. "We give crowns to those who try ruining the peace. We gave a thorn one to a man who claimed things that were unbelievable! He tried riling people up, by claiming silly things about the lord. So, we gave him a thorn crown as he died. And now we present you with a crown made of bricks!"
Rome ruffled Albion hair; the small Nation couldn't help but feel like the man was mocking him.
"Can you feel the weight of the crown?" Albion could feel the weight of the wall on his head yes, but he wouldn't say anything. "That's your crown, your burden. You tried escaping and ignored what I said: that's what bad children do, you don't want to be a bad child right?"
Albion wasn't going to say anything, but he was getting annoyed with Rome's tone of voice… he'd been alive a long time… he wasn't a child…
"That crown is your punishment. But if you're a good little Nation and do as Grandpa Rome says you may get rid of that crown... that burden! Ok?"
And Albion doesn't say anything, there's no point. Either way, the 'crown' was still there and that wasn't about to change…
Dum-dum-DUM!
Alba's people are easily stopped after the walls are built. They don't stop rebelling, but there's not much they can do. They're trapped between two walls; and ocean on either side and so Rome starts repressing the people there, taking whatever weapons the people had managed to find and they're stuck just like Cymru's people: not wanting to listen… NOT listening, but there isn't much they can do… So they try to cope with the punishment, but being proud of the country they come from.
Albion never did see Alba when he was on his brother's land…
Break-like-thing!
Everything had been silent. Rome had had everything easy. Everything was peaceful for him and they started calling the recent peaceful era Pax Romana. Rome's control…
Rome had dragged Albion back to his land again, not trusting the blonde to stay in his own country on his own in fear that Albion would run off again, or create some upstart to ruin the peace. Albion never saw Heracles while he was back on Rome's land.
Gallia had taken a liking to playing with him too, much to his chagrin. Poking him and annoying him in general. It was through one of the moments when the blonde was pulling his hair that Rome's Pax Romana ended.
Germania, as Albion found out the man was called, threatened to break away from Rome, to end him…
Albion didn't know what world panic was but he was pretty sure what the Nations present did next was the best way to describe it. And looking back on it Albion could only describe that state of panic as terrifying…
And-I-Fell-Like-Ending-It-There!
A/N: so… the next chapter is Rome's downfall, Heracles shall appear for a bit and there's a dragon in it… and it shall be updated within one of the next four days!
So historical like notes:
-Gog and Ma-Gog decided to have a part again! They're the guardians of London and there were so many different stories about how they appeared in London that I thought SOD IT! They're liars that like outdoing each other with stories nowadays! So… yeah… they weren't REALLY statues by the way, they were acting that way as to not scare people… or at least that's what THEY said!
-Hadrian's Wall was built 122AD to 128AD 9i believe some Scots took the wall down at one time and the Roman's had to put it back up again, I've seen the wall by the way, passed it on the train to Scotland- it's a lovely ride by train by the way, awfully long and scary when you're by the cliffs and it hurts for your head if your suit case falls on it AND having drunk in front of you, is lol worthy, but… yeah I'll stop now!)
-the other wall was Antonine Wall 142AD it was built, both walls combined stopped Alba's people from getting help it also made it harder for them to keep escaping from the Romans, cause his people were being sneaky and all that jazz.
-The thorn crown was a reference to Jesus... no of course there wasn't any religious remarks here…
-Obviously Rome isn't England's Grandpa I just made him say so, because I felt like France got his whole instant with being called Big Brother from Rome, who now insists on being called Grandpa!
-Romans claim (I say claim because most of history is what people claim) to have taken control of Alba in 140AD!
-And the Pax Romana! It's the moment of peace throughout Europe there has only be two moment of peace throughout Europe. The Pax Romana was the moment of peace that the Romans caused by controlling almost the whole of Europe, the second was England's Pax Britannica, which was the 100 years of peace England caused by owning over half the world and weakening anyone who stood in his way ^^;
-The Pax Romana ended 180AD, via Germania's tribes… who I'm debating whether or not I should make his children (you know Holy Roman Empire, and Prussia are among them, making them England's cousins X3
That should be EVERYTHING! Historical at least! I'm just going to comment seeing as we're getting closer I'm one of the authors who like to give a request to the 50th reviewer, so if we manage to make it there, you may get a fanfic of anything you like!
OK! Until next time!