The Hero and the Survivor

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

63 BC
A man with thick black curls coughed up a pool of blood, but still tried to stand up. The roman centurion in front of him kicked him in the jaw causing the wounded man to fall on his back.
"Stop it Rome!" The man on the ground turned to look at the small girl with the same jet black curls trying to get to him. His daughter, his capital, was sick and wounded from both the civil war and the roman siege.
"Jerusalem," her father coughed out as he once again tried to get up. The Roman's smile left his face for a moment; a small country like Judah should have fallen easily and stayed down. Then again from old myths of Judah and his dead sister Israel told to him by Egypt, he should have known his wouldn't be to easy.
Rome pressed his foot down on Judah's chest as he tried to think. There had to be a way to make this country stop fighting him at least for a little while. Rome had slaughtered, taken the capital, and beaten him into the ground while he was weak from a civil war. What more could he do to get it through Judea's thick scull that he had lost and now belonged to Rome!?
Rome finally noticed that Judah would keep looking over at something. Seeing Judah's young daughter trying to get to the them, Rome smiled as his mind raced. He had almost forgotten about her. It wasn't all that often that capitals were personified separate from the rest of the country.
"Well I have on real need for her now do I?" Rome asked out loud as took his foot off Judah and headed over to Jerusalem. With his only child's life on the line, Judah desperately tried to get up only to find his body was to wounded to move.
"Abba!" His daughter screamed for him as the roman with his sword drawn got closer and closer. Judah desperately kept trying to get up, but it was no use help.
"You win!" Rome stopped right in front of Jerusalem as the words he had waited a long time to hear left Judea's mouth.
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Present
Israel woke up in a sweat. Swinging her legs over her bed, she got up and headed for her kitchen to get some water. It had been a long time since she had thought of when Rome first took over her father's lands. When she had personified Jerusalem, Eve had been her father's treasure. Rome knew this all to well and used it to his advantage.
It had been nice when she had woken up in the 1800's to find him dead already. However the Roman haunted her. When she had first seen Romano all grown up, Israel had screamed and hit behind America. Then there was that time she swore she saw Rome at America's house.
***
1880's
Zion was exhausted. Her, Lithuania, and Romano had been tidying up the American's house all day long. She flopped down in her bed and feel asleep.
Around three in the morning, she woke up to foot steps. She yawned and sat up. Zion rubbed her eyes and then she tried to see who was there in the pitch black room.
"So Judea's little daughter finally woke up from her coma?" A deep voice stated. Rome's voice. She began to hyperventilate. No he was dead. Faded. Gone. Zion tried to tell herself.
"This is only a nightmare," Israel whispered, but was still shaking,"you'll be gone soon. Your dead. Germania killed you." It was was deadly quiet, but she could hear him breathing.
"Yes," he answered,"but Barbadian I will never completely fade from this world. And one day I will finish you like I did Judea."
"That was not my Abba's name for the last time. You filthy Roman!" She could see him now in the dark and watched as he unsheathed his sword. He couldn't hurt her. He was dead.  
Then he grabbed her long black hair and it dawned on her. He could hurt her. Rome could kill her still.
"America!" Zion screamed for the tall blonde who was being so kind to her at that time. She kept screaming for him with all her strength. Rome let go of her and vanished as America opened the door.
Seeing her horrified form, the hero pulled her into him arms and took her out the room. He pet her hair and whispered sweet words of comfort in both Hebrew and English. America brought her into his room and let her sleep with him that night. 
***
"I thought I told you not to hurt those who live here."
"I was just making her sure that she still feared me like should. Her and her father had a tendency of not knowing their place in the world." America laid next to the sleeping child as he talked to the ghost of her tormentor.
"And what was that?"
"Doing what they were told by the empire that ruled over them. They were so ungrateful to me. I really did try to civilize them you know."
"You're starting to sound like England," America hissed at his mentor.
"Where do you think they all got it from?" Rome said with pride though America had meant the comment to be an insult. "I was the original empire who tried to make Barbadians civilized."
"Then you would make them fall in love with you I know. I know."
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Present
"So how do we plan on doing this?" America said looking at a world map. An actual world map. Not one just of his country. He was in his darker and more calculating mode right now.
"I think you should remind many of the other countries that there is a wolf under that sheep's clothing of your's. Fire some warning shots and only save your kinder side for those you know are loyal and true to you," the Roman responded.