A Gladius, A Crown and A Broken Empire (Reichpol) [Hiatus]

A group of men

Poland's POV

He tried not to smile when he saw the hooded man entering their usual place inside of the ludus. This was going to be the first time that the other was going to meet him after the two months he had spent with the son of the Caesar.

Of course that's what the lanista thought.

Reich had hired a few people his size (which had been pretty difficult) to go to the ludus and look for Poland, no words at all. The gladiator had heard the instructor mention it, which meant the trap had worked perfectly. Still, the man was spying them more than usual.

As soon as he had arrived, he had noticed a new wall on the room were he usually met with Reich. He had approached it carefully and knocked with his knuckles, and the wall had echoed, completely empty and perfect to listen from the other side.

They both sat on the ground, and Poland allowed himself to smile at the other, trying to communicate the other how much he had missed him. The taller country greeted him as usual, putting his hand close to the other and just intertwining their pinkies, to avoid any suspicion.

"Poland. I've been coming here to look for you for quite some time, but you were never there. I was worried" The tricolored man said, following the script they had made for this meeting, aware of the presence of the lanista listening from the other side of the wall.

"I was hired by the son of the Emperor, he was on vacation and wanted to see a few games on his natal lands." He responded, winking at the other.

"Well, that was amazing I bet. I mean, he's much richer than any of us could be, let alone you." Reich said in a wondering tone, the red and white country rolled his eyes.

"I was only there to go to the amphitheater and fight. He was only there to have fun by himself, after all. On the good side, I won three battles there." He said, rubbing their fingers together in comfort. He wanted to kiss the man so badly.

He bit his lips, sighing silently.

"And what about the bad side?" Reich asked, not Changing his tone but looking at the gladiator as he pressed a kiss on his own fingers before letting them rest against the palm of the other.

Poland smiled at him. "He's just as it is expected from anyone of his status. Things you romans are used to do."

Reich laughed silently. "Well, I bet he is. Maybe time will give him wisdom."

The bicolor country rolled his eyes and they continued to talk about trivialities, careful to not say anything compromising. Two hours passed and it was finally time to separate again.

They said their goodbyes as anyone would and Reich smiled at the other. The lanista needed some time to leave the back room and guide him to the doors, so as soon as they heard a door clicking on the other side, he pulled Poland into a kiss.

The both separated, hearts racing after so much time apart.

"We're going to be ok, this is almost over" murmured the taller man, his lips pressing softly against his lover's forehead.

Poland nodded and after that, the other walked away. He waited a few more minutes to calm his rapid breathing, and when he was sure everything seemed normal, he walked to his cell in the second floor.

He plopped into his bed, sighing as he touched his lips with the tip of his fingers, the happy bubbling on his stomach spreading warmth to his chest.

Extending his arms to one side of the room, he took a small chest filled with gifts from fans, small things he had bought on the market and other stuff. Moving the stuff around he finally found what he was looking for.