pops out from behind a bush with a mask. "BLARGH!"

screams. And continues screaming as he hurls a kiwi bird at him. 'KIKINO TANIWHA!' (Maori: 'Evil Monster')

catches the kiwi and nearly falls to the ground laughing as he pulls off the mask gasping for air. "It's okay....It's only me...."He's

clutching his stomach as tears roll down his face.

pants as he tries to calm himself. 'Wha-what? Who-? Wh-who are you?' He wonders if he's related to Turkey, with the mask.

to take a few more minutes to compose himself before he's able to stand upright. He was definitely not related to Turkey. "I'm Roma~" He

introduces with a cheeky grin. "And you are?" He studies him closer. "...well with those eyebrows I'd have to say you're closely related to

Britannia."

suddenly feels very self-concious about his eyebrows... 'O-oh? Roma? Rome? I-I'm New Zealand,' He shuffles his feet, 'You know, the nation_

like but not as well known as Australia?' He offers his still-shaking hand.

doesn't really know either of them but smiles and nods as he takes the hand and pulls him in for a tight embrace. "New Zealand...are you

near or around India?"

surprised, but he smiles. He likes it when nations are as friendly as he is! He hugs him back. 'I'm....near enough.' He laughs. 'You'd find_

me faster than my parents would.'

hasn't really left his mindset from the ancient era. "You're quite a ways away." He admits but turns a curious gaze to the smaller

male. "Who are your parents?"

beams proudly. 'England and Scotland, and I guess also Ireland and Wales, but they are more like uncles. You know any of them?'

had no idea they had kids. "I'm so very sorry for you." He says giving his condolences. "It must be hard living with two very uncivilized

people."

digs his hands deep into his pockets. 'They tend to be civilised...unless they're in each other's company, I guess.' He peers at him. _

'So...you're the guy everyone talks about?'

points at himself. "Everyone talks about me?" He chuckles lightly.

nods. 'Greece was talking about you recently. He seems to like you a lot, but Turkey...well, I guess I was just curious about you. Say,_

can you teach me how to be more like you?'

perks up at the mention of Greece and Turkey, even though Turkey clearly showed him his disapproval. "You want to be more like me?" He

grins. "I could definitely give you Roman lessons! When do you want to start?"

looks excited. 'Thanks! Uh, well, how did you get so much respect from everyone? I try to but they all just treat me like I'm being cute..._

or annoying.'

isn't sure he would call it respect by everyone. He was sure there were many that hated him. "You need to be strict, you need to sound like

you know what you're talking about and you can't let anyone cross you without consequences."

winces. He's not used to being that tough. 'I used to be 'savage' apparently. England used to be afraid of me and decided to adopt me when_

I was young to tame me to the way I am now. Do you think I should try to...reverse what he did?' He still has baby drawings of himself_

hunting with blood-smeared cheeks and a wicked grin.

shakes head. "Definitely not. You want to be civilized not barbaric. Order, education and politics are really important. You want social

structure, not chaos."

nods. 'But I have all of those things now, why do nations still ignore me?' More importantly, why is it no one decent likes him? He's_

sure someone like Rome, like his father, has had more than his fair share of romantic company.

quirk a brow curiously at this. "When you mean ignore...in what way?"

shrugs. 'Loads of ways! They forget to invite me out, hardly anyone remembers my name, I'm still seen as a kid and no one ever crushes on_

me - it's frustrating!'

had never really been faced with such issues because he made sure people remembered his name. His lip thins out in a straight line. "It

looks as if we might have to change your look." He decides. He knew he had old Roman Armour lying around somewhere in his house.

looks down at himself, wondering what was wrong with his khaki pants and tank top. 'Really, you think so?' He hums, then nods. 'Okay,_

if you say so. What did you have in mind? Jeans?'

shakes his head. "Come, let us go to my tent. You'll see there." :3

knows a lot about tents! He camps out all the time! He nods and follows him, curious to see if he kept a clean tent like him. 'Awesome!'

leads him to the outskirts of Rome where there is a lone and very large tent, a war tent to be precise. He opens the flap and ushers the

New Zealander in. "Make yourself at home. I'll go look for the armor." He says as he heads to a very old looking trunk.

walks into the tent in awe. This is not what he imagined. This looked like it was meant for some other purpose than to act as shelter_

whilst camping. 'Wow, cool! Wait,' He turns to Rome. 'Did you say armour?'

had already pulled it out and it looked to be Brett's size. He looks from him to the armour and nods. "Oh...yeah, I did. Why?" He asks with

a smile.

looks apprehensive but comes up to Rome to examine it. 'I just....I don't think I've ever worn armour like this. Is it heavy?' He runs his_

hand across the surface.

didn't find it heavy but if one wasn't in form than they might. "Nah, you should be fine." He says as he places it on his bed. "Alright,

take off your clothes." :3

still a little anxious. He wasn't as big as Rome, and was a tad embarrassed as he took off his clothes. He just hopes he doesn't fall.

passes him the armour. "Need help with it or do you think you can get it on?"

stumbles a bit and tries to hoist it over his head. 'I-I got it...' His arms lock and he realises he has his head in the wrong area._

'I don't got it! Help?'

laughs as he rushes over and straightens everything as he buckles the things that need to be buckle and make sure that all is in

order. "There we go~"

afraid to move, but after being secured he starts to walk around. A few paces later he turns back to Rome. 'This feels awesome, heavy sure,_

but so cool!' He starts to strut.

watches him amused. "I know! It's really exhilarating!"

moves his arms around. 'I feel I should have a sword and shield or something. Was this used in war or something? Dad would be so impressed_

seeing me in something like this, I should get a picture.'

passes him a sword and shield that he had pulled out of the trunk as well. "Yes it was."

takes them and starts to swing the sword into the air as he holds the shield close. 'Ha! Take that, Mr Frenchman!' He laughs, then pretends_

to see something else. 'Mr North Korea, trying to sneak up on me, are you? A-ha!' He stabs the air. 'This is so much fun, I wish I had been_

in more fights. I'd have been so good.'

laughs, had noticed bad technique on the sword but it was easily fixed. "Are these nations you want to fight?"

a skilled spear-man and archer, since when he was made to fight he was quite young and could only carry lighter weapons like that. He_

rarely handled a sword at all in his lifetime. He pauses in thought. 'I don't know. No. No, I don't think so. I guess I just have a little_

chip on my shoulder with them.'

steps over to him as he corrects his grasp on the sword before stepping back. "That's no fun." He says as a reply to the New Zealanders'

last statement.

grips it tightly once he's been corrected. He jabs the air. 'I guess not, no,' He hums, 'But what can I do? I'm small.'