It was hard to believe the war had gone on long enough where the two could understand each other on a level more that a simple friend.
They felt each other's anger, they felt each other's sadness. They felt the worry and the fear in the war. Athens was a gentle giant, they never understood war, they offered help, they offered only kindness but Sparta thought of it as a challenge.
Sparta would ask for help but just turn away, they would do the same to their love for athens. They thought of love as a challenge. The two city states were destined to be apart. They were too different.
How could a city state that beloved in wisdom be with a city state that focused on military.. it was impossible.
With every passing day the war got more heated, athens would be soon to back down. All they could do to fight was to surrender. They cared too much about sparta to finish the war. The war that if they won, they would never love Sparta.
The final day of the war it was like a romeo and juliet type romance, they loved each other but in this there's no happy ending, it's impossible to have a happy ending with country's far too different.
Even if it would help the nation, it would help the cities, it would cure the plague of anger.
On the battle field the two stood opposite of each other. The two had a look of regret, fear, and a bittersweet feeling of a lost bromance, the same bittersweet taste everyone would be soon to hate, as the blood that was soon to shed would be the same bittersweet. Sweet of victory, bitter of loss.
As they stared, the tension grew. They soon knew that feud was a brotherly argument. It was a dumb reason to argue. A simple standoff of power.
It was hard to believe that two thing could be so similar yet so different. They were both strong but they couldn't agree on anything. Counting their love..
Staring into each others eyes, both are bloodshot from adrenaline. They have a decision to make. Do they choose to follow their love.. or follow their country.
This was the hardest for the two, both are driven by power, yet soften at the thought of a bromance.
The thought of this choice also left the two wordless, they needed to figure if them having love is more important than power in this dishonorable of a pitiful argument. Both deep in thought it started, it was a bloody battle, and it all could've stopped with one word from either party.
Athens was winning, but they realized.. did they want to win? Was this worth it? Would they lose their soulmate because of a stupid argument. Their answer was no, so they finally decided to step up, and win.
Athens took their last strike hoping to be a fatal hit, but like most it wasn't, in fact half of their army was now gone. It was like an arm was gone, then a leg, then the fatal head.
Athens lost, Sparta realized what Athens thought this whole time. Sparta regretted everything.. it wasn't like Athens was dead, they could still have everything they wished for but in a fury of disgraceful lust for a power that they could've shared. What they could've had was gone.
It was now left with two City-states who had wished too hard for the power that could've been there if they took a step back, but they both lunged forward.
It was only till sparta was left in ruins and athens was long gone could they even think of the thought of love. They may have loved each other but do they love each other? Could they love one that stripped the power away from the other?
The answer was yes.
It was a bromance that developed into a romance.
Neither of them ever hated each other. It was jealousy. If they wished for no jealousy then they would've never loved one.
If there was never that war there would've been no bromance.
Maybe a bromance isn't that bad #kissingTheHomiesIsntGay
