Excerpts (SPOILERS)
Aeternus Amor Meus
England grabbed hold of her, and she dizzily realized he was being helped by France and Spain. She was dragged over to a dim room and the last thing she remembered was the sound of England's voice chanting.
~*~
Rome idly looked around, his disinterested gaze making everyone look away whenever it was directed at them. One hand tapped at his side in boredom and he waited for America to hurriedly come out already. He should have just kidnapped her and made off with her; it wasn't like they got anything done in their meetings anyway.
He looked to the side and saw England and a group of others...with someone who looked familiar. Furious, he stormed over to them and jerked...him away from the others.
"You like women, right? Well, now that America is a man now, I'm sure your interest in him has waned," England said smugly.
The others shifted nervously around him, but Rome didn't do anything but stare stoically.
'Foolish boy. I've spent years cultivating America. Nothing so silly will have me away.'
Rome smirked, "America is still America."
And he drew the still dazed America into a deep kiss for everyone to see.
~*~
"Isn't my grandson the cutest?" Rome gushed.
Italy beamed at his grandfather. "Ve~ I can't believe Grandpa Rome is here! It is so great!"
Rome grinned, looking over his grandson closely. Hm...he needed to put a little more muscle on his grandson...and obviously more wit, he winced. But Italy was still the cutest.
His eyes wandered over to his blonde charge, boisterously talking to Japan about some videogame.
'Well...next to his regina...'
Italy saw where his eyes had gone to, hesitatingly clearing his throat. "Grandpa Rome, is it true that...that you are courting America?"
Rome stiffened up, narowing his eyes. "Would we have a problem with that?"
Italy gulped, wondering if this is what his grandfather's enemies saw when they faced the Roman Empire down.
"N-no, of couse not."
He had the urge to build a white flag quickly and start waving it around.
"I was just wondering if it was true, Grandpa Rome."
"I'm glad," Rome smiled tightly. "I love you very much and you are my precious grandson...but not even you will I stand in the way of my conquering of my regina," a hint of a growl linked into his voice, causing Italy to laugh nervously.
"Aha, yes. Ve~ let me cook you some pasta, Grandpa Rome! To celebrate your return!"
"Ohh, sounds good! And just Rome, Veneziano. 'Grandpa' makes me sound old," he turned a little pouty.
"Okay! Romano and I will show you home -"
Rome nodded distractedly, eyes drawn back to his America. "One moment, Veneziano. I'll come in a second."
And then he was heading straight over to her.
~*~
Her silky blonde tresses almost looked like they were glowing in the moonlight. He moved his hand through it as he gazed down at her.
England had left hours ago, but it only meant more time for Rome to be alone with his regina.
She was young, certainly. But it wasn't an issue with him. Especially not when it came to her, his precious girl. So suddenly, his paternal feelings had turned into a darker realm...perhaps, they had never been paternal in the first place.
~*~
Rome idly looked around, his disinterested gaze making everyone look away whenever it was directed at them. One hand tapped at his side in boredom and he waited for America to hurriedly come out already. He should have just kidnapped her and made off with her; it wasn't like they got anything done in their meetings anyway.
He looked to the side and saw England and a group of others...with someone who looked familiar. Furious, he stormed over to them and jerked...him away from the others.
"You like women, right? Well, now that America is a man now, I'm sure your interest in him has waned," England said smugly.
The others shifted nervously around him, but Rome didn't do anything but stare stoically.
'Foolish boy. I've spent years cultivating America. Nothing so silly will have me away.'
Rome smirked, "America is still America."
And he drew the still dazed America into a deep kiss for everyone to see.
~*~
"Isn't my grandson the cutest?" Rome gushed.
Italy beamed at his grandfather. "Ve~ I can't believe Grandpa Rome is here! It is so great!"
Rome grinned, looking over his grandson closely. Hm...he needed to put a little more muscle on his grandson...and obviously more wit, he winced. But Italy was still the cutest.
His eyes wandered over to his blonde charge, boisterously talking to Japan about some videogame.
'Well...next to his regina...'
Italy saw where his eyes had gone to, hesitatingly clearing his throat. "Grandpa Rome, is it true that...that you are courting America?"
Rome stiffened up, narowing his eyes. "Would we have a problem with that?"
Italy gulped, wondering if this is what his grandfather's enemies saw when they faced the Roman Empire down.
"N-no, of couse not."
He had the urge to build a white flag quickly and start waving it around.
"I was just wondering if it was true, Grandpa Rome."
"I'm glad," Rome smiled tightly. "I love you very much and you are my precious grandson...but not even you will I stand in the way of my conquering of my regina," a hint of a growl linked into his voice, causing Italy to laugh nervously.
"Aha, yes. Ve~ let me cook you some pasta, Grandpa Rome! To celebrate your return!"
"Ohh, sounds good! And just Rome, Veneziano. 'Grandpa' makes me sound old," he turned a little pouty.
"Okay! Romano and I will show you home -"
Rome nodded distractedly, eyes drawn back to his America. "One moment, Veneziano. I'll come in a second."
And then he was heading straight over to her.
~*~
Her silky blonde tresses almost looked like they were glowing in the moonlight. He moved his hand through it as he gazed down at her.
England had left hours ago, but it only meant more time for Rome to be alone with his regina.
She was young, certainly. But it wasn't an issue with him. Especially not when it came to her, his precious girl. So suddenly, his paternal feelings had turned into a darker realm...perhaps, they had never been paternal in the first place.