|.:Savior:.| Child!BTTxMother!Reader- Chapter 1

 You quickly urged your mare to start its trot, eyes scanning the tall grasses for any signs of them. You had spent the entire day in these unknown lands, when news of three new countries were formed a little bit ago. You were determined to become acquaintances of these nations, or maybe perhaps form an alliance of some sort. 

 You were the personification of _____. It wasn't what you would call an ancient civilization, or what you would call a settlement. Your complexion age was still around a young woman; much to the surprise of the elders, since you hardly aged. You were still quite adventurous at heart, so this small expedition would be a wonderful journey for you to experience. It had been one whole day that you had been travelling. Now, it was turning into a light morning breeze.

 Your fingers ran along the map that was provided to you, by one of your cartographers, you should be seeing a small river nearby. Squinting your eyes, you could see a small stream of rushing water in the distance. Letting out a satisfactory nod, you rode into a quick sprint. Soon, the thin line of waves turned into harsh racing water.

 It was a larger river than you expected, the water rushed ferociously against the rocks and small fish were swimming with the currents. You trailed up and down the river, trying to find a better way to cross without harming you or your horse from the currents. 

  But before you turned back, a loud gasp was let out, reaching louder than the river's cacophony.

 "I apologize, sir. This young man doesn't like you very much. You practically almost drowned him," you shot back. He narrowed his eyes.

 "He won't die from mere drowning," the man tiredly rubbed his temples. You could tell he was getting annoyed by the second. "Oh for Gods.. Look at his eyes."

 Confused at such a command, you turned around to see. Although the child's hair covered half of his face, you could see his shamrock green orbs. You saw nothing uncommon, but then recoiled. You realized his eyes were startling old from experience.
  A country. One that had lived through the years from the eyes of a child. You suddenly understood why this man was after him. Looking back up, "Who are you to do with him?"

 You desperately tried to at least identify him. Nothing came to mind. He had a mass of dark golden brown hair and such unfamiliar curls sticking out from side to side. His eyes were surrounded with dark rings, suggesting that he had certainly not slept in a while. His chin had scattered bristles of unshaven stubble. His eyes were honey brown, but was darkened. However, you could tell he smiled and laughed a lot due to the stretched marks that marred his face.
 
 "I am the Great Roman Empire," he recited, as if he had came to this situation many times. "And I am far from home, so all in all, please hand him over. I refuse to leave empty-handed," pausing momentarily to point at the boy, "And the boy you're holding is Hispania."

  You shook your head. Hands were tight against the leather rope bound to your horse as you gently kicked at her side.

 "It's a shame such a young little country like you will make enemies with me. You know, I would offer a drink or two to discuss this over with. But, I'm dead tired of chasing this child and I have no wine in my possession shamefully."

 "I am _______, the uprising empire of the West!" you shouted back, your mare began to go off into a gallop. The young child behind you grinned, his face lite up as the wind rushed around the both of you. 

 "We will arrive home soon, Spain."