TEGSF part 2
Part 2: A visit from Greece and Ancient Rome
The unaware Germany, and sunny Italy took their rest beneath the cool shades of the trees besides a crossroad of dirt. As Germany slept, he dreamed, and as he dreamed the god Greece descended down upon his slumber and in his possession was a message from gods greater than he:
"Aaah. Cats. I love them. So soft, and furry, and cute. Mmhm."
Germany beheld the god of dreams, of magic and crossroads, and waited silently, for who was he to interrupt a messenger?
"Japan has some nice cats. There's this lovely one with two heads. So pretty…hm."
Patient Germany, throat dry, coughed to ease the thirst, and froze as the god turned and beheld him within his gaze.
"Oh, right. The great Ancient Rome, lord of those residing in Mt. Roma, wishes - "
Yet Ancient Rome, though grand and powerful was he, was also a god of limited patience and so thrust the sleepy god Greece from the dream and took it upon himself to deliver the message. The great god crossed his mighty arms, with his cape of red flowing behind him and armor of gleaming bronze beheld the mortal man before him.
"Are you so weak that you couldn't even attract a girl? It concerns me that my beloved son insists on being your companion. What kind of warrior are you? Have you ever slept with a female? Hungary has told me that you have not, and continue to resist her."
"…what?"
"A female! I must ease my concerns that you will not be tempted to deflower my precious boy! You have taken pleasure with a female at some point? Boys? Older Women?"
Brave Germany, in the face of such an imposing god could only deny.
"NEVER? So Hungary spoke true?"
And so, brave Germany, fierce warrior, and fledgling hero added Saintly to his list of titles. Great Ancient Rome, with this new found discovery, determined his course of action. With command in his very posture the great god addressed the mortal warrior as thus:
"You may have what it takes, Mortal! So to test your mettle, I give unto you a quest. When you awake, make ready to set upon a journey to reclaim little Italy's sacred white flag of surrender, stolen from beneath his very nose. Prove to me that you are capable and worthy to claim guardianship of my golden son!"
So said the king of all gods, and as the ancient god of Mt. Roma departed he took, too, his beloved son for he would not allow the innocent Italy to accompany the young warrior on his given task. The warrior Germany then awoke to the bright sunlight, alone below trees at the crossroads where he spoke to powers above mortal men.
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