Caesar is Rome and Folkert is Germania. I ask Now-Fall for some names because I don't know the Fandom ones. Swwy.
It was the year (like I even know). Back when the Ancient countries were still roaming, dominating. Rome and Germania were just roaming around the area when they ran into each other at the market.
Rome had his youngest grandson with him at the moment.
"Nice to see you and your beard, Folkert." Rome spoke up.
"Caesar." Germania acknowledged. "I see you're finally spending time with your kids." He said.
"Pfft, I didn't make this choice. My servants are all sick and I don't trust this guy to guard the house."
Germania sigh. It was most expected. "At least you're able to hold him." He tried.
"Ha!" Rome laughed. "I don't know how to hold a baby, Folkert. It's why he's always so freaking noisy." Speak of the devil, little North Italy started to cry.
Germania shook his head.
"YES CHILD! KEEP MAKING THAT BATTLE CRY!" Rome yelled as many people around the three turned their heads.
