♕ neuf; [accidental video/action] (chip event part i)

[crotchroses]

[Tap tap.

Tap tap.

Very, very young eyes peeking out from rather pretty gold hair are inspecting this foreign object. He has no inclination that it's recording. The only thing that can record something in his time is a hand, a stylus and paper; or alternatively, a chisel on stone.

He leans back looking quite skeptical. This young boy is unamused, but ever so curious.]

Quid hōc est? Eh... [His lip sticks out and he backs away, dressed in the clothes as pictured in that lovely icon. He brandishes a knife, inspecting it, having temporarily lost interest in the strange lit device.] Lupa! Qui vir odiosus!

[THIS KNIFE WILL HAVE TO DO. But, next door, a THUMP can be heard. The child turns and even over the communicator one can easily hear a very British:]

--Oh bugger! Where's he gone to?

[Gaul's face splits into a childish, highly amused grin and he laughs quietly.] Hehe! [His expression turns playfully vicious and he fixes the knife at his belt--it's apparent now that he's in a kitchen, and he's looking for another knife.]

Flamma fumo est proxima, eh? [Temporarily satisfied, he crosses back to the communicator and peers into it. Something about it... it seems familiar. Clearly it's some kind of magic, but he taps on it again. He remembers like a dream--"use this"--

And-- Something else...

Something strange...]

... Salvē? Quis tu... ? Non... non intellego...

Francis! [A huff, the sharp shutting of a door, and approaching footsteps distract him enough to--well, they startle him, and he grabs the communicator, shutting it off immediately.]

[ooc: Regular text is ... Gaul, green is Rosemary/England.

Just as a note, I don't know Latin whatsoever, so I apologize to anyone who does know it. For characters who ICly know Latin, I'll provide the rough translation of what he's saying:

"What is this?" "Whore (she-wolf). This is boring." "There is no smoke without fire."

"Hello?" "Who are you?" "I don't understand."

Basically he does have his memories from Discedo, but of course they're more like dreams to him. Don't know Latin? Feel free to text him, the magic device that can send words will be an endless curiosity and of course text always translates. Expect typos and odd swearing. For the characters who can speak Latin, I'm just going to conduct it as "Latin" in the comment title (unless it's action of course) so I don't have to write it out or drag a scholar to translate everything for me accurately. LOL

ACTION IN DISCEDO IS GO! He will be wandering around/outside this apartment complex with a few knives but he is for the most part a nice child...]

Comments

heee so cute alsdjfalks

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Oh--! Yes--



... Roma?

the most oh gosh

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

Grazie.

[She does turn her own off, slipping it into her pocket as she heads upstairs again, and by chance, it happens to be her floor. A genuine soft smile on her face she comes forward before kneeling down to reach his height, a few steps away]

Hello piccolo.

>3<

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

*u*

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That. Is. Adorable.

And slightly surprising.

But hey she's never one to knock back baby cuddles and so she scoops him up, cuddling him close as she laughs softly]

Someone's happy to see me, hmm?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

N-no! I mean-- I mean I am, but--

Britannia, he-- He said he was coming to see me and I believe what you said about that tailed woman is true! He said he must. And he said he was going to hurt Hispania, that he was even greater than Rome!

I don't understand. Did I do something wrong by leaving Rome? If you are the sister of Romano, you should be small, and Hispania should be here, and Britannia would not have the soul of a demon! It isn't fair. I must be strong, I am strong! I won't disappear as my mother did! I won't let Rome or anyone else wash me away! If this is wrong, then I will change it so it's right.

I can't trust anyone. So--So I won't, but that does not mean I will break my promise to you! But... that means I trust you doesn't it...

I hate this, Roma. It's stupid and I want to go home. They only wanted to help me because they are afraid. I know this! I could not understand what they said, but I heard them speaking that strange language. They fear my presence here. They tell me pleasant things and hold knives at their backs!

If--If they do the same to you, I will strike them when their eyes aren't watchful and cut out their throats.

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

Gallia... [Quietly, she lets him go, watching sadly as he rants. She wishes she could make all the pain and fear he feels, the sense of betrayl with a click of her fingers. All she can do is explain, and hope that it helps him.

Slowlt she draws him back into her arms, holding him carefully, stroking his hair gently as she rocks him slightly. She slowly stands, shifting him with a slight oof. He's heavier than expected, but it's still a weight she can manage, Romana humming softly until he quietens, rubbing his back] It's okay piccolo, okay? I can help you, and I'll explain what I can.

I... you know, I grew up with your... sister, and she was very much like your. As pretty as you are handsome, and very very brave. She ran away from my Nonna a lot, and everytime Nonna brought her back she'd run away again. My Spagna, my Hispania would try and get her to stay but my Gallia was just too stubborn.

Eventually though, she did decide to stay, just for a little bit. And then Nonna taught her a lot, just like Rome will teach you. How to be strong, and brave, how to hold a sword, how to protect people you care about. And like she did, you'll get stronger... and then one day Rome will leave us and you, and Hispania you'll get stronger and stronger... [She shifts him, brushing his hair back and studying him, giving him a small smile]

You'll be an empire one day piccolo. With lots of lands. And sometimes Romano will stay in your house, but sometimes he'll stay in Hispania's, or Austria's... And you'll go through a lot, and some of it will be scary, but you'll stay strong through it all. Sometimes people will be scared, but the people that matter will always care. And you won't disappear, I promise you. I've seen who you grow up to be and he's a strong stubborn man, okay?

[Shifting him from one hip to the other she sighs, resting her chin against his head.] We'll all grow up, and we will all fight along the way. Inghillterra, Britannia that is, will fight with Spagna, Hispania, and they will do it for many centuries, and then they'll still bicker at times. But no one will disappear, I promise. And...

And I'm not going to let anyone hurt you while you're here. And we'll find a way back, I promise. [A tighter cuddle as she goes quiet] Do you understand a bit better?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... I understand some of it. I don't understand why this is happening or how.

I-I am not upset, okay? I'm strong and I'll protect you and Hispania and Vene and Britannia! No one disappears because I'll be there, I-I won't ever leave--

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

[Quietly she shushes him, Romana holding the tiny boy close. It breaks her heart to see a child cry, and the fact that this little boy is still a nation, still some version of France doesn't stop those feelings. She hums softly, slowly turning and walking heading to leave the apartment block, rubbing his back with one hand, the other holding him up]

It's okay piccolo, I promise. I promised I would keep you safe and I will and as soon as we get back home I'll see if I can explain it a bit better, okay?

[At the feel of tears she shifts him, stopping so she can wipe his eyes without possibly dropping him.] Hey, hey, hey... even if you were upset, it'd be okay. Because I know you'll be strong when you need to be. You'll help keep everyone safe, and I'll help you, hmm? Because that's what famiglia does, we help, and we keep each other safe alright?

Now can I please have one of you pretty smiles Gallia? I think with just a tiny smile I'll feel a lot braver, yeah? Will you help me?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I-- Yes! Yes I'll help you, Roma. And I will smile for you.

Can--Can I cook like Grandfather? Am I a fierce warrior too? A-and-- Is my hair long?!

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

Grazie piccolo. I feel much braver already. [She pets his hair again, returning his smile with her own, her grip tightening when his does. This time she ignores the sniffle, knowing that he's just trying to compose himself, and hoping it'll make him feel better if she doesn't speak about it.

She keeps a wary eye out as she carries him back to her own apartment, both for monsters and rogue England's. They don't deserve to look after him]

Si, you're a very good cook, and you were a very fierce warrior. Now you are still very fierce, but you are also calmer, and you try not to start fights... Your hair, it comes to just under your chin, is that long enough? It's quite long for most men these days...

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I wish it was longer... I should grow it to a great length! Roma? I can walk. I'll walk with you, you don't have to carry me, okay?

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

Ahh, perhaps you do? I don't know I've only seen you, and your older self... who knows what you looked like growing up. But these days long hair isn't as fashionable... and it can take a lot of care. [Shifts her head, her own hair falling to her hips, Romana lacking the energy to fix it today.

As he wriggles she stops him before nodding and slowly putting him down as if reluctant to let go.] Si... I know, piccolo... silly of me to forget hmm?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Hair severed to a smaller length is the style in Rome. I will always keep it this way.

Thank you, Roma.

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

It suits you anyway. Longer hair. And the beard helps... [Smiles down at him, squeezing his little hand gently as she slows down so he can keep up]

You're welcome Gallia.