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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Trowa + Quatre + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 151. Baby Series 3 #226. Takes place immediately following National Identity. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Pagan Heathens "Sanc is an old country and has suffered invasion and subjugation countless times in history, but always Sanc has emerged from the conflict with an individual identity. Like the ancient Chinese, the Sancian people were great absorbers and have retained their identity and independence by simply absorbing the invader and accepting change; becoming greater for the experience, not less. As the citizens absorb the invader and accepted changes that improved their lot, so were they changing the invader until the two races became one." Quatre set aside his tea, head tilted slightly as he watched the older man, fingers folded neatly in his lap, and Trowa guessed his lover was unconscious of his action as he listened intently to Milliardo. "Expecting the proud citizens descended of Sanc's ancient past to accept what has been decided for them by people who have no concept of who and what they are, simply will not work. Overall we are a peaceable people, never having had a standing army of any appreciable size. What was lacking in number was made up in quality. Sanc was no pushover during the darker periods of the last few millennium. Originally the rulers were descended of warrior chieftains who became skilled in diplomacy. We were a small country, hardly a squiggle on a map and largely overlooked. The terrain was the greatest aid to the continuation of the country as a unique identity. Much of Sanc is too rugged, too wild to move large forces through, and the ice locked ocean in winter narrows the window of opportunity for sea invasion." Trowa watched as Quatre's fingers slowly interlaced, a sure sign he was focused on every word. Did he hope to learn of the country they currently lived in, or was he hoping to learn something of the man who was speaking? "We are deplorable, even in the eyes of the church today, as we are not a particularly devout country. During the era of the Inquisition we were most notable for our burning of an Inquisitor at the stake. As I recall, he called the King of the time a bloodthirsty heathen set to burn in hell unless he got down on his belly and begged forgiveness from the Catholic Church and God Almighty, and that Sanc would burn along with him. This was said, so the records claim, in the centre of the town square in front of a market day crowd." "They… burned a… priest?" "I have little doubt the account is exaggerated in some manner and the ink is faded so the exact translation is probably suspect, but I do believe the man met a nasty end. The proudly pagan King and his people tossed out any other churchmen who dared to cross the border for at least a generation or two. We were a bunch of pagan heathens, after all." The King's smile was predatory and ice blue eyes held an unholy amusement. "Generally we do not take well to being dictated to." ~ * ~ |
