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an unfinished Hetalia fanfic.
I got it in my head to write an APH fic about Caldeonia, Hibernia, Gaul, Germania (a little) and the Roman Empire, back in the BC's and early AD's. I just dug it up today. I have less than a page xD But. Check it out. I think it's cute. I might keep going.
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I | Antebellum
The Roman Empire stood brooding at the edge of the rocky hill, glowering down at the unassuming shepherd below.
Not unassuming at all, Rome, he told himself. What are you talking about? That’s Caledonia!
Regardless of who it was, he was very peacefully guiding his sheep through the drear dawn, looking at home among the greenery of the field. His wool cape fluttered about, his red hair fiery as the personality of this beast Germania had warned him against.
(Later events would make him doubt Germania’s truthfulness anyhow, but at the time, they were on good terms.)
He resembles Hibernia. Are they related?
The red-headed shepherd snatched one of his sheep about the waist as it aimed to flee and tossed it neatly back with the rest.
It baa’d in disapproval, but hushed up when its master gave it a downright scathing look and took to grazing without issue.
Ah, but at least he is a strong man! For that much, he is admirable.
As if this brute, this Caledonia had read his mind, he looked up as a startled wolf or other predator might and narrowed his eyes. “Hey- hey, is someone up there?”
The Roman Empire collected himself, puffed out his armor-clad chest and set his hands on his hips. “Yes! It is I, the great Roman Empire! I have come to speak with you, Caledonia!”
The red-head scowled at that. “Ah- you. How did I know you would be here eventually?”
“Because the trail of debauched woman I left in my path told you?”
“That was an indication, sure.” Two copper eyebrows knit together. “And their angry husbands- that was another one.”
The Roman Empire had to laugh at that. “I could crush any of them.” Though a part of him doubted it.
And so did Caledonia, from the look of it. He smirked and snorted and turned away to keep a slit of an eye on one of his sheep for a moment before looking back at his visitor. “Are you planning to come down here and face me, or will you keep on with this conversation of ours from all the way up there?”
“I prefer to stay up here.”
“Why- do you fear me?”
He paled. “Not at all. Silly Caledonia! I stay up here because I am clearly your superior, of course.”
“Ah.” Caledonia snorted. “Well. Nice talking with you, then. But I don’t associate myself with obnoxious elitists.”
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