Britannia – Edith
Rome – Romulus
Germania – Alderick
Gaul – Jean
Graecia – Althea
Iberia – Tierra (literally means "land")
Byzantine/Eastern Rome – Remus
Once Britannia had calmed down, she was dragged away by several Roman soldiers. Rome himself straightened up, holding his gut in pain. Germania calmly walked over to him and raised a skeptical eyebrow,
"She fights well," he calmly commented and Romulus smiled tightly in return,
"You should see her on her own territory," was his reply, "There's a reason it's taken me nearly a century to conquer her."
"Perhaps you are losing your touch, my friend," Germania suggested with the barest hint of a smile.
"Me? Never," Romulus declared, "Now…"he turned and looked at Gaul and Graecia before furrowing his brow, "Where the Hades is Iberia?" shared a look, realizing for the first time that the peninsula nation wasn't with them. Not that she usually was; Iberia had a tendency to "get lost". Unlike Gaul, Iberia didn't openly rebel. She just made herself a pain.
It was at that moment that Byzantine chose to approach them and instantly Rome was distracted,
"You know brother, I couldn't help but notice that it wasn't you that helped me when I needed it," he good-naturedly accused the Eastern half of his empire.
Remus shrugged uncaringly, "Why would I wish to start looking like you? Besides, Alderick had everything under control."
That was when Althea noticed her husband was covered in scratch and bite marks, none of them made with loving intent.
"You mean she did that," Graecia asked, her respect for the island she had just met mounting.
"These and a lot more," Romulus confirmed as he subconsciously rubbed a large (and slightly infected) bite mark on his neck, "Let's just say she didn't appreciate my advances."
"So you've found another lover?" Althea demanded, miffed at her husband's promiscuousness.
Romulus started shaking his head almost instantly, "No, no, no, no, no. Believe me, Britannia is the last person I want to bed. And I'm fairly certain that she shares my sentiment. Now I just need to get her to cooperate with me and we'll have another tribesman running around, only this one will be female."
"Good luck," Gaul mumbled, joining the conversation for the first time.
Rome then turned his attention to her and she realized her mistake, "And then there's you, Gaul. You just can't except defeat, can you?"
"You did ask for a rebellion," Gaul shot back.
"I wasn't meaning literally," Rome snapped, not finding her amusing in the slightest. He grabbed her still broken wrist, which still had yet to heal completely, and dragged her into his home,
"Clearly we need to have a "talk"," Rome told her, "And for the love of Jupiter, someone find Iberia!"
Once Rome was gone, Althea and Alderick went their separate ways, intend on going back to their previous activities. Remus looked around the courtyard, taking note of the soldiers tending to their comrades, before raising his eyes to look at the roof of the surrounding building.
Almost immediately his eyes fell upon the lithe shape of Iberia, who had been observing the events from above. Noticing he was looking her way, the mocha skinned young woman gracefully stood from her cross legged position and slipped on the roof into the garden behind it. Remus smiled softly before following from below.
Arriving in the garden she had slipped into, he found the ever-elusive Iberia, renamed Hispania by Rome, calmly inspecting some flowers.
"You know," he started, "One would think that after so many decades you would be able to find the courtyard whenever we return."
Tierra shrugged,
"The servants must have forgotten to tell me."
"Or you saw them coming and chose to make yourself near impossible to find," Remus suggested gently as he sat down next to her and idly began playing with a lock of her hair.
"I am quite certain that if they had looked harder they would have found me," the Hispanic informed him nonchalantly. Their conversation lapsed into silence as she placed her head on his shoulder, perfectly content to sit there in silence. At least, she was until she got a good whiff of him.
Immediately Iberia shot away, and Byzantine jumped in surprise,
"What is it?" he asked, expecting his brother to charge in and start shouting at them.
"Remus? Can you do me a favor?" she asked gently.
Still confused, Remus nodded,
"Of course."
"Take a bath."
Sorry it took me so long and that it was so short, but this is going to be a back-burner story. There's going to be updates, but they're going to be a bit farther spaced than with my other stories. I'm so sorry to anyone that doesn't like that, please don't kill me!
On another note, aren't Remus and Tierra so cute together?