AmericaXYou: First KissYou looked out the window at the water below. Youre hands were on the glass, pressing hard as the people pushed around you. The crowds were big, and you squeaked as someone accidently shoved your face into the glass. It was scary! The water loomed in an ominos way, far away with the rest of the island. You were at the Statue of Liberty.
"Hey are you okay?" someone said. You suqeaked, then found strong arms dragging you away from the glass. You turned around and blushed. The person who had saved you was so hansome, he had muscles bulging all over the place under a thin t-shirt, and he had beautiful blue eyes and hair like barley. "I-I-=I." You stuttered, not knowing what to say.'He's so hot,' you thought, blushing.
The handsome man smiled at you warmly. You blushed even more. "Hi. My name is Alfred."
"You-alfred-" you stammered.
"I've been watching you for some time." he said, his gorgeous blue eyes flashing like sapphires and diamonds and the sky. "And I thought do you like me bac
The Modern GaulThe ocean was blue like eyes.
Greece breathed deeply, the white foam splashing about in fickle patterns. They mattered and flew apart, the water receding sapphireit was a sight one could never tire of.
Somehow, the sound of America laughing and splashing around in them was actually bearableboisterous as always, the nation's hair darkened, and his eyes matched the water itself. In the sun, his skin glistened like oiled bronze. Greece tried to imagine him as a flaxen-haired Gaul, a blue-eyed GermanAmerica could fit into the ancient world quite well with that appearance. Strong and pale.
And then, before he could stop himself, Heracles found himself eyeing the tonethe ripple of sinew, bumping up and down like waves in the arms...America's stomach, containing eight packs of power...the legs, slim and tapered and bulging all at once. Greece blinkedhe saw bodies like this, all the time, but here.... Mesmerized, he stared at the childish nation, hardly nineteen i
Kemet made her final stand against the Romans. Kemet, the land of gold and sandsEgypte, in its vigil for Osiris, who never returned. Never returned for the names on the cartouches, never returned to know the names of the Egypteian children. As if Isis herself had abandoned them.
That was because Isis was Greek.
She cloaked herself in the Ptolemies, following Alexander the greatshe lived on his blood, bronze and beautiful, and took her stand. Isis never abandoned Egypte; she was Egypte. She took the skin of the Macedonians, she took the blood of conquerors, and bathed in the Nile. It was in the waters of the Nile that she sailed to the sea, that she kissed the Romans and drank their poison. It was there that she took on the burden of her children, there that she played seduction.
Her name was Kleopatra the Seventh. History called her Cleopatra. The last Egypteian pharaoh was Greek.
Alexandria was where it ended. Alexandria, the greatest learn
ResilienceThe sky was burning that day.
It had not burned for many dayscooked, yes; simmered, yes; smothered, yes; and froze, yes. But burningscorching black wind, the sky turned black as the artillery fired.... The flames glowing red...it was something that had been seen for quite a while. Perhaps it was the cry of the monks as their home was burned, as the lotus and incense melted away.
Yao's sobs were small, like the crickets; his tears were too dry in the heat, but it was enough for him to taste the salt on his tongue. He sipped the ocean sands, closing his eyes, briefly, brieflyhis guard must stay up.
They banged open, of coursehe sprang upwards, his back creaking in protest, and it was then that he realized that he was a puppet; armed with such a thought, he called for the monks, and without speaking they charged the enemy together. The air was thick with steel, and his nostrils full of smoke. His head was crammed with its fiery scent as he slashed at one man, befor
Kathy - Crescent"Hello, Kathy." A familiar scenta touch of lotus. They had begun to grow, but never thrived long; that was why they were so valued. In little spots of water, where the heat was enough during the summer, they grew, and the scent always lingered in a pelt of snow. She could breathe it in in the moisture.
The smell of milk, the smell of kits huddled together, a puddle of warm fur; purrs and stripes of white. Was there anything more than family and tiger? Was there anything more important, was there anything else that existed? It was warm. It was soft. Delicious fur and life. Fuzzy and vivid and beautiful.
The vibrant colors emerged, revealing themselves to her as she mewed, blindly, and again, the call"Kathy." Lotus scent; she was home. The today was the tomorrow, and the yesterday existed not. With a muffled squeal, she flew into the field of flowers, and she was there with milky mother and the pride of father.
And a smaller mewher blind sister, still pink from the w