Title: Ruber Papaver - August 30
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Ancient Rome, Ancient Greece, Etruria (OC)
Rating: yellow
Genres: sentimental comedy.
Summary: fanfiction participating in the initiative "2010: A Year Together", issued by the Collection of starlight.
[Roman Empire / Ancient Greece, Etruria (OC!)]
The first time I saw her Rome's made a strange impression
[Pre-empire]
Notes: rants: *-* oh my first story on my OTP Hetalia. Greece and Rome Grandpa Mom *-*
I imagined their first meeting and would like to specify some things (:
- Romano I imagined a boy and a pastor. This story takes place long before his empire, and then I do not think represent with appearances adult would be suitable. In contrast, Greece is a woman in her 35 years, but already pretty mature.
- The seven hills were on the Tiber, which was the point of exchange between the Magna Graecia and Etruria, here is how did the OC character! of Etruria. I am genuinely inspired by the sarcophagus of the spouses to delineate the figure of Tarquin / Etrutia, while from a character point of view I thought that Roman can not stand him and because he considered it a scialacquone pumped into the minds of the Romans, the Etruscans were often combined the monarchy, which was during the Republican was more or less like the plague: The fact that he is a mystic a reference to the famous divination recognized by the Etruscans.
- Greece, for me, keeps a double identity: a higher and more refined and a more-Athens-Sparta-brisk and rude, while the first port to avoid the second Roman elevates him and admires him .
- Finally, the poppy. The ancient Romans believed that alleviating the pains of love, while the ancient Greeks was a sign of fertility.
Credits: for the image Nighten - Gail
The first time I saw her Rome's made a strange impression on the lady's face was perfectly smooth and relaxed, despite close to the eyes arose on small wrinkles, because of which, they said, the sun was to be taken during the trip.
The tunic that brought the divinely fell on him, leaving shoulders bare and olive smooth, well-governed, from elegant bearing and real.
He saw her from afar, under an olive tree, as he turned in his mouth an ear of corn.
was beautiful, beautiful. The hair was tied in a high tail, from which descends as a cascade, so many perfect curls and dark, swaying to move his horse.
was tired, he saw how moved his hand to swat flies and passed as if the sweat on his forehead.
He stopped with his burden a little badly cut in the marble fountain, a work of art that Rome had forged with his own hands.
The boy jumped up and began to run down the hill to the River.
She looked around suspiciously and when he saw the young man smile at her oddly raised an eyebrow. Hi-le-
he said, bowing slightly head.
She looked, then without saying anything she turned angrily. That guy smelled like sheep, for the love of Artemis!
He thought that he did not understand his language, so he went even further and waved his hands full of calluses and sores.
-Oh, get away! - Snapped, stepping back and looking grim. Damn thing he wanted from her, eh?
Across the river, a handsome man with dark hair and slanted eyes and screaming was coming to take.
Rome turned and squinted, looking bad Etruria. Jupiter Capitoline glared, then pumped a visionary!
Greece gave a last glance at the boy, who seemed suddenly darker, then smiled at his friend-just landed on the muddy ground along the Tiber, and greeted him.
spoke quickly, in a language rather nasal empire that the young could not understand and it bothered him terribly. Tarquin
turned and emitting a strange sound from his nose looked down, then shook his head, decorated with small braids and grumble: "Oh, the young shepherd-laughed softly, then took his arm and motioned to Greece his friends to load the cart with her on one of the barges with which it came.
-TU! Fermo, eh! Che ti spacco il naso con queste mani!- gli urlò contro Roma, come risvegliato dal sonno. Per un attimo scordò il bel viso della donna, quel viso che lo aveva fatto cadere in tranche, e si immerse completamente nella rabbia contro quel maledettissimo etrusco.
Questi rise, di una risata sottile e quasi femminea, poi salì con un rapido balzo sulla sua piccola barca e aiutò anche Grecia, che fissava sbalordita il ragazzo.
-Che fai scappi, eh?- gli urlò questo contro, buttandosi in acqua e cercando di raggiungerlo con ampie bracciate.
Quando riuscì ad aggrapparsi ad una delle assi di legno, ghignò trionfante, rising from within.
Etruria looked stunned, and for a moment trembled. Dripping, soaked, the goat-skin which was covered with dripping, his hair down over his forehead and did not bother even to spostarseli, the proud look on and was pointed at him.
With a quick gesture broke his nose, getting his knuckles, as if nothing had turned to Greece, who was staring at them with huge hazel eyes wide open.
Rome smiled slyly and the circle of rope tied on life took a little wilted poppy, those who resisted were not very hot in summer. He had caught while the meeting went, thinking that might like.
She handed him the little rod bent beneath the petals devalued, without another word.
She blushed. Under this older woman's face made his way more childish embarrassment, as if that action was new and had the upset, as if all his wisdom could not devise an action as simple. What a man
, he thought, seeing him returned to the water, laughing and going over to large strokes the blond Tiber.
returned to their camps and met with his flock, lying under the same olive tree. Under the head
poppies, in my mind the face of that magnificent goddess and utopian idea, concerning a future that, trembling, grew sharper and distinct.
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