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“Look at him. He is beautiful, so beautiful,” Rome whispered as he carried the sleeping boy to his tent. “I shall watch over him tonight, friend, no need to look so scary.”
“I hope you do not take advantage of him in this state,” Germania said dryly, doubting that his warning would change the other’s mind.
“You wound me with your accusation!” Rome protested, looking affronted. “No, he is not a slave or a prisoner, but a citizen of the republic. He will have a choice, and I will honor his choice.”
“Like how you honored his mother’s choice?”
Rome glared at Germania then, sudden fury darkening his handsome features. “She made her decision long ago, and I gave her what she deserved. A warrior’s death in battle, what they all seek and have been duly granted.”
Germania shook his head. “I think you are making a mistake, to let your heart rule over your mind.”
“Then it is a mistake worth making.” Rome smiled down at Gallia’s sweet face. “Alea jacta est.”
He set the boy on a pile of soft cushions, gently unlacing the sandals from delicate white feet. As quietly as he could, he took off his armor, the breastplate and greaves, the leather under-tunic, and slipped on a clean linen tunic. Rome debated sleeping in his own soldier’s cot, but hearing a soft whimper from within the cushions, he knelt by Gallia’s side instead. Throwing caution to the winds, he laid down beside the youth, drawing a blanket over them both, watching him by the faint light of smoldering coals in a brazier. His heart indescribably full, Rome pulled Gallia close, breathing in his clean boyish scent, like forests and honey and fields of golden barley, hoping that one day, these dangerous emotions could be returned and made right.
Until then… he would take the risk.
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Anon is glad that Germania is included and is excited to read more! It makes it more interesting, rather than just Rome and Gaul!France.
Please write more. ^^
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But I think the thing that's really captivated me is the Germania/Gallia interaction. Ever since I read, "before the Frenchmen were French, they were Germanic" I've been craving some Germania and Gaul/Gallia!France happenings. And you had Germania cleaning Gallia up.
To sum up, Molester!Rome + watcher!Germania + cute-pretty-little!Gallia + awesome!writing = a very happy reader. I can't wait until you update~
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I had given up on this getting filled, let alone so WONDERFULLY!
I *adore* prickly Germania and arrogant Rome and Alea iacta est eeeee latin!!!! Gallia is so cute and I'm sniffling he lost his mommy, poor baby. I love that it's still kind of creepy and underage and drunk without being raperaperape and Rome thinks he's not being exploitative because this is normal, yeah?
And all the little historical details are so awesome. God, this is really well done and I'm very incoherent but this makes me totally ridiculously happy. *can't wait for more*
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I hope you enjoy the rest, anyway. (Recaptcha says obtain perverse... Hmm, yes, that will be happening.)
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I suppose I'm just confused.
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And you used Alea iacta est! <333 Latinspeaking!anon loves that!
This is so well written, and little France is so adorable, and sdighsdgishdgkjsdhgksdgsjdhgkjdshg.
<3
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Gallia woke with a fearsome headache the next morning, made even more unpleasant by the unexpected sight of Rome’s sleeping face right next to his. He yelped, causing Rome to wince at the sound, and tried to scramble out of his embrace.
It was at that precise moment Germania ducked into the tent, flask and cup in one hand. Assessing the scene before him, he raised a disapproving eyebrow at Rome.
“Don’t look at me like that, nothing happened…” Rome grumbled, blinking at the sunlight slanting in through the tent’s opening as if it personally insulted him. By his side, Gallia sat up shakily, looking dazed.
Although Germania seemed satisfied that all was well with the boy, he ignored Rome completely as he handed a cup of water to a grateful Gallia.
“That cold-hearted monster, never thinking of my pain,” Rome thought sourly, and contented himself with watching Gallia wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. How he looked forward to correcting his manners, to civilize the barbarian, polish him and turn him into the perfect companion. But there was work to be done, here, Germania was already handing him a list before heading out to join his mercenaries, and groaning, Rome got to his feet in order to tackle those duties and maybe find something for this cursed headache.
Not too surprisingly, Gallia quickly recovered from his hangover and was now tagging after Rome like a restless puppy, asking about everything that caught his eye and generally making it difficult to focus on the tasks at hand.
“What are you writing? Is that a drawing of your lands?” Gallia asked from over Rome’s shoulder, pointing to one of the scrolls littering the desk. He bent closer to inspect the papers, so that Rome could feel the boy’s long hair brush against his ear.
He nodded, smiling at the curiosity apparent in those deep blue eyes. “See, this one here maps the borders of the republic proper, and this one, some of the general’s recent battles.” He glanced sideways at Gallia, who stared back at him with polite blankness. “Do you know how to read?”
“I can read… but not these letters,” Gallia admitted.
So that meant he most likely knew the druidic runes, an impressive accomplishment for one not initiated into that secretive class (at least, not to his knowledge). Impressive, but frankly useless.
“Very well, Gallia, I shall teach you how to read and write, in Latin. It might be difficult for you to get around the city otherwise.”
“What? I’m going to the capital? With you?” His pretty mouth opened in surprise, and Rome had to resist the very strong urge to kiss him right then and there.
“Of course,” Rome answered magnanimously, not bothering to remind the boy that the king of the Gauls had to be presented to the Senate and citizens before getting executed.
“It is a marvelous city, my home, you will be amazed. Perhaps you might someday make it your home as well.” He traced the ink outline of the peninsula thoughtfully with a callused finger. Then he looked up, the usual winsome smirk returned, and pulled Gallia down to sit at his side.
“Come, my sweet Gallia, I will teach you your letters.”
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The first paragraph with Gallia and his mother, and then Rome, was nicely executed. I like how subtle it is whenever Gallia made contact with Rome, or the little expressions and actions that are sure to send Rome over the edge. 8D
“Come, my sweet Gallia, I will teach you your letters.”
Highly anticipating this! \o/
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“Am I doing it right?” Gallia asked for the second time, wondering why Rome had gone silent. That seemed very unusual, from what he knew of Rome so far.
The republic cleared his throat, suddenly brought back to reality, and nodded. “Perfect, well done.” Gallia was looking at him oddly, and to save himself from further embarrassment, Rome moved back a little to give the boy some room.
“Shall we continue?”
Gallia nodded, all innocent eagerness, and Rome leaned forward to kiss his cheek before resuming the lesson.
As it turned out, Gallia was a quick learner, accustomed to memorizing a subject after hearing it only once, and he mastered the Roman and Greek alphabets without trouble. Rome praised his progress effusively, enough to make the other blush and stutter his thanks.
“Why so modest, Gallia? You are a pleasure to teach, a fine student,” the older nation murmured, kissing the boy’s bare shoulder, then his throat and up to the smooth jawline, stopping only when Gallia complained about the scratchiness of his unshaven chin.
Now Rome could not help but think of other things to teach his new ward, one subject in particular urgently presenting itself at the front of his mind. If he were to be honest with himself, he wanted nothing more than to just take his pleasure with what had been rightfully won, subtlety be damned… but he decided he would rather wait for Gallia’s inevitable consent, to see that wild spirit brought to heel under superior strength and sophistication.
It said much of him, that Rome did not even consider the fact that Gallia might refuse him, as defeatist sentiments would invite failure, and Caesar did not look kindly on failure.
Gallia would not refuse him, that was that.
But who knew how long it would take before his latest conquest would give consent, seeing as the legions spent almost ten years trying to subdue the Gauls, who were so disorganized and yet so stubborn as well. He would have to be very careful around this fair and delicate creature now under his protection, and not risk losing Gallia to anyone else until that time.
Reluctantly, Rome let go of the youth, and he suggested they meet with Germania and eat their midday meal before heading out to observe the practice drills of the legions. He hoped that would distract him from the tempting presence of Gallia at his side, at least for a little while.
[oh wow, long-winded anon is long-winded. s-sorry...]
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Anon would love to comment more but sheer sleepiness made me forgot what I'd wanted to comment. Just that anon is loving how the story is going and loves to see more. ^^
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Gallia is so adorable and Rome makes me giggle what with his thoughts about subtleness and all. I've always thought of Rome as a more mature version of Feliciano. (Pervert and dumb, that is).
I also really like Germania here.
Looking forward to more!
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