An Empire…

If he's completely honest he can't remember before the Roman Empire too much… He remembers his Mother was from Europe, she probably knew Rome and the other ancient countries at one point… she probably grew up with them. He remembers that his Father was Celtic, Papa Celt, he made them call him. He remembers his Father is all that keeps him, Scotland, Wales and Ireland related… they all have different Mothers… Maybe that's why he's hated?

He remembers his Father doesn't particularly like him… He ignores him to speak to Scotland… Alba back then… To lift Ireland up on his back… Éire was his name back when they had a Father.

But England didn't mind… Albion back then… He had his Mother and that's all he needs. And she tells him wonderful stories as she carries him across her land… his land… their land…

She shows him Stonehenge. She tells him how they're 1500 years older than him, and like his elders they must be respected. She tells him how it took a lot of effort to create them, that her people… his people are wonderful for making them.

She tells him how life changes and moves on, how the Nations grow under those changes… how they grow when life becomes stronger, when their people become wiser and more unified, and how when their people love them, that loves urges them to growing… and so he should make her people… his people proud to be one of them…

She tells him, of when their used to be a bridge that connected her to her homeland, but it flooded, but she didn't mind, because she loves the land she has been graced with. And how she wishes to sail across that land with Albion in arms so she can show her adorable (he hates being called that… or at least that's what he tells her) son off to her old friends.

She tells him of when her people… his people… their people… created villages, houses and weapons all to protect their loved ones, all to protect their people. And how wonderful they are for thinking of others (he tries to do wonderful things for his Mother in the hopes of being given the same praise- she always does though, even without his prompting).

She tells him how she met his Father, how she fell for him, how majestic he was… She tells him how wonderful the feeling of love is; that even if it's not returned he shouldn't fear it… he should embrace it and give it out.

And as she's telling him this, she cries… she's begging him to love like she loves him and her Father, she pleading, she telling him. And then she's falling. Falling towards him. His eyes grow wide. Why is his Mother bleeding?

And she is. Red, lots and lots of red. It's going everywhere. And she's dead weight against him, but he's managing to keep his self up… somehow as she mutters her pleas to him. Begging him to love his people, and his future one and only and his future children. The world. Her. His Father. His siblings. Everything, she's telling him… begging him…

But, his eyes are wide and he's staring at the man, whose holding the sword. The man with burning red hair. Green eyes that match his. Strange marking running all along his face and body… He's looking at his sword with disdain; as though he's offended she bled on the sword that he plunged in her.

"Albion." He says the name; the look of disdain doesn't leave his face as he looks at the tiny blonde. Albion's looking up terrified… and before he can figure what's happening, he's been dragged by the man; the last image he has of his Mother is of her spread out, blonde hair surrounding her like a gorgeous halo, white clothes stained red… she looks like a beautiful angel… a fallen angel.

He's crying for her. His Mother. His angel. But the daemonic red haired man gets fed up, he slaps the boy, tells him to be silent and carries on, and Albion can only stare over at his angelic Mother and whimper silently as he realises she won't get a proper burial… she won't be able to ascend to heaven again… and the tears come faster.

It's there and then that he promises to pray for his Mother, only to cry more when he realises he never did know his Mother's real name… he won't be able to beg the Gods to let her back if he doesn't know her real name… He never could quite forgive his self for that…

"Bah, he's a tiny brat!" A loud voice howls with laughter.

"He's got blonde hair! He can't be our brother!" Another voice says sounding absolutely offended.

"Albion," He's shoved lightly… by a foot maybe?

He opens his eyes and look up at three red heads, each with green eyes to match his own. The man from the day before, his eyes still holding the contempt… though their seems to be some sort of concern flickering through them. The next tallest looks to be in his teens, his hair taking on a more orangey flare, freckles adoring his pale flesh; he has his hands on his hips as though he's smart and knows everything. The last has brownish red hair, as though iron had been left to rust and rot (if iron could rot… he'd remind his self to see if it could later), his green eyes seemed to flare stronger and brighter than anyone else's in the room… but that was silly, Albion tells his self, he was smaller than the other two, he couldn't be stronger…

"Well what do you know…?" The orange haired one sticks his face up close, inspecting him. "He is our brother…"

"Oh?" The other drawls out, eyes flaring defiantly. "And how do you assume that, he's too tiny!"

"You're tiny too…" The orange haired one sends a smirk over at the other, whose slowly seething. "But, look." He points up close to Albion's face, almost poking the boy. "He has the same green eyes."

The other one makes a noise of agreement… rather reluctantly. And the one closer is smug, while the man just stands to the side watching idly, and Albion was sure that if the two were stabbing him and tearing him apart, he would look exactly the same.

The orange haired teen goes back to staring at him for awhile, he looks as though he's analysing him. And then he's off, running.

"I'm going to find Ma!" He yells back, Albion put far from his mind, and the boys giggling and laughing and it reminds Albion of his Mother's Fae making it so he can't quite hate the strange boy.

The other comes closer. His face scrutinizing, and he doesn't look happy to have Albion there. And then the blonde finds his self kicked harshly, and he tries not to flinch, but it's so hard to ignore the pain that he yelps slightly.

"You're smaller!" The other declares, as though that makes everything fine and understandable and is running off in the direction the other boy left, and if the look on his face is anything to go by it doesn't matter that he's smaller than the other boy.

And then he's left in the room. With the man who hasn't smiled at him once. And he can't help but shrink back slightly, as though that'll get him away from the giant of a man. The man goes to leave, but before he does he looks at Albion over his shoulder.

"I'm Celt…" He looks like he's struggling to talk, as though he'd rather not be there, and Albion's slowly catching onto why. "They're my sons… The taller one's Éire… the other's Alba…"

And he's gone, and Albion's staring forwards, shaking. His Father killed his Mother… His siblings are… strange… and… and… and… he thinks he shouldn't trust the word his Mother used… he shouldn't trust love…

A/N: I've been dying to do a story of England's history, but it gets so confusing, but I'm gonna try for my people (coughs- more like myself, but you didn't hear that- coughs). But, yeah… I'm going to try and not leave anything out, but at some points of English history everything overlaps and gets a tad confusing so if I DO leave anything out sorry. And although following the British history we're gonna get extra little bits where characters interact, like with the brother meetings at the end there!

But yes, this is more like the intro to the story, so it'll probably get longer as I go along! And I hope you enjoy it as it goes along! And there will be various pairings as we work throughout the history, because that's how it works! And some Nations will have their nasty torturous moments where you will probably hate them for awhile, but think every Nation gets their revenge at one point in the story!

And now random history notes:

500,000 BC people from Europe settle on our land, in 6500 BC the bridge joining England to the rest of Europe floods, and it becomes its own country… Well Island I should really be saying.

2000 BC Stonehenge is finished! 750 BC is when the iron comes in (seeing as I did have a little mention of it) And 500 BC the Celts arrive in England (already over in Ireland, Scotland and Wales [who hasn't come into the story yet]) and they were quite iffy towards Britons at first as they were farmers but at the same time they were war-like people and that won over I guess so not too long after arriving they started killing people. Thus ittle bittle Albion was born 500 BC!

… And THAT should be all! Roman Empire should appear NEXT chapter! And Celt shall meet his match… or maybe not… Let's see how history plays out! So, uh, read and review, fav, alert… and all that jazz!