All roads lead to Rome, not Reme

hetalia askblog for Rome (Romulus) and Constantinople (Dinos) Cosplay, fiction and trad art

[grandparomeaskblog]

Imperium Romanum Bros

Rome / Romulus

full name: Tullus Lupercius Romulus

profession: retired empire

highest military position: Optio Centuriae to Hastatus Prior

(2nd in command to the 5th Centurio, thus in charge of 150 men aged 20-25 of the elite troops of the first cohort)

highest military decoration: Civic Crown

marriage status: unmarried

alignment: lawful neutral

nationality: former Roman, now stateless

residence: no fixed abode

height: 1.64 m / 5'4

appearant age: 28

Religion: Roman Catholic officially, more traditional pagan actually

Transportation: he walks mostly

Favourite clothes: loose fitted styles mostly, shorts, armani jeans, sweatpants, sandals, loafers

favourite colours: white, lavender, reds

sports: F1, chariot racing (team white!!!)

fav food: Take out, cheap beers or expense wines, lotta fish sauce or ketchup, snickers

dreamjob: plasterer

Hobbies: watching sports, walking, hitting the gym, drawing (botanical stuff mainly)

Constantinople / Dinos (Ντίνος) / Rûm (Ῥώμη)

fullname: Kōnstantînos Hatzikaratheodoris

(Κωνσταντίνος Χατζηkαραθεοδωρή)

profession: representative of the Rûm

highest official position: senator

marriage status: widower (to Iullia)

alignment: lawful evil

nationality: Turkish (That's what his passport says. Ha Ha loser!)

residence: Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

height: 1.67 m / 5'5

appearant age: 45

Religion: Greek Orthodox

Transportation: Public transport. He sold his car to be more climate neutral, he does own an electric bike.

Food/drinks/drugs: He has a bit of a sweet tooth. He tries to stick to vegan foods. His favourite treat is a magnum almond, they do sell a vegan version, but he buys the regular as a guilty pleasure! He was an alcoholic but quit drinking after Greece died. He has experimented a lot with drugs. He smokes sigarets and tries to quit three times a year.

Favourite clothes: tailor made suits

taste in jewellery: gold and gems, chains, earrings, watches, rings

favourite colours: purple and blues

description of home: three story apartment with a view to the Bosporus. It's stuffed with books and numbered boxes because he is a hoarder. Only the ground level is tidy enough to have guests over. His furniture is old fashioned but decent, built to last and stylish.

Funfacts: hobbies include beatboxing, making counterfeit money&documents, restoration of old books/art, writing poetry. He is a conspiracy theorist.

Pet: thaleia, the straycat

Music: He plays a Cello he named 'me julie'

[grandparomeaskblog]

Constantinople taking his brothers hand and slapping him with it: "Stop hitting yourself, why are you like this"

Germania to his children: "So this is why it's better to cremate your beloved and never use open caskets or sarcophagi"

Gilbert: "Is it fine if we just bury them underground?"

Germania: "I suppose that's fine"

Gilbert: "Great, you never know, spare parts may come in handy"

Germania: "You better cremate me when it's my time or I'll curse you"

Gilbert: "Ha, ha... just joking... ooofff."

[purple-confusion]

Happy ides of march 2026 I bring you Julius Caesar weighted pincushion for consideration

[grandparomeaskblog]

Hey gramps who actually is the successor of Rome is it your grandsons ??

Constantinople is second. Besides that Brother and I can only come to the agreement that third Rome is NOT RUSSIA, nor that any German or other barbaric state could ever claim the title.

[grandparomeaskblog]

🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡🗡

Sooooonnnnn!!!!

[grandparomeaskblog]

Grandfathers. It has been a hot minute since I annoyed either of you.

So, Stupid question, how many cousins do I actually have? I don’t want just a number, I would prefer a list and how exactly they’re related to me. Because I only know the basics

- @ask-aph-nyo-romania

Hi girl,

Thanks for the question. Remus is out getting catfood and stuff. So, you need a list, huh. Sure I'll make up a list. A kind list is 350 euro, or when you are not picky the 'less fortunate list' is actually on sale now it's 100,- euro

Shittt he's home! Gotta go. Let me know what you want, ok!

[skrunksthatwunk]

i love it when they do. whatever these are

[blueiscoool]

A pair of Roman gold and emerald earrings and a Roman gold and emerald pendant Circa 3rd-4th Century A.D.

[blueiscoool]

Massive Roman Gold Ring with Nicolo Intaglio of an Imperial Eagle 3rd Century A.D.

The eagle was a symbol of imperial power in ancient Rome, representing courage, strength, and immortality. It was also featured on the standard of the Roman legions, carried into battle by the Aquilifer, a highly prestigious position in the Roman army.

[temtamtom]

I absolutely adore Rome, but for some reason, I enjoy exploring his character through the eyes of other people. Like he's a puzzle you can only put together when looking at his interactions and relationships with others, and even then, you will never get the full picture.

[grandparomeaskblog]

You can get the full picture for 150.

I need my nails and hair done

-SPQR

[playpension]

One thing that always tripped me up when writing about the nations, was their healing process.

Like, ok, they can't die... At least not permanently... At least as long as their country still exists. (Except, of course, if you're Prussia.)

But like, is there a limit? How do they come back, for example, from being burned? Do their ashes just reassemble themselves? How long does it take? What if their parts are spread throughout?

I mean, what if there is nothing left of them? Do they just pop back up?

Going further, how does medical care look like for them? It seems to be implied that they can get some medical care and that they normally heal fairly quickly. But are there doctors specifying in nations or can they just go to the normal physician?

But then... they get sick when their economy tanks... so how does a normal doctor help with that? Does that effect their healing too?

And on that note, does everything heal 'right' every time or can there be errors? I mean some of them have scars... so not all wounds heal perfectly. (For example Russia's neck scar.) Or is that more of a mental thing?

But that would again imply that a nations mental state doesn't heal 'right' all the time. Which implies a huge abundance of PTSD and the like in nations.

Are there therapists specialized in nations and their psychology, like there are for children and criminals?

And going back to physical healing. If they just heal quickly, like humans would, how many nations had to live with deformities, like wrongly healed femurs or ribs?

Give me answeres!!!

And fics!!!

[grandparomeaskblog]

Hello random citicen,

I wish I could say I can't tell you because it's like classified information. But actually we are pretty clueless how these things works ourself. Scientists have tried to break it down because rich blokes got teased up with promises of eternal youth and stuff. But we don't have any tips&tricks for humans. Wearing a lock of nationhair or whatever won't bring you any fortunes, at all, but it may pay our bills when money runs short. Yeah, it'sa thing. Anyway, you can't breed an army with us either. (but thanks for the free sex anyway). Our bodies and spirits all work differently, it's like... on a spectrum. I hope that helps. I think nations being mental is really a modern invention. We never had any problems with that. We never had to talk about our problems we just fixed them. Modern countries talk way too much. It's unmanly and doesnt do you any good.

Also while geography is an important factor it's not as defining as our people. Just needed to clear that up. Cause like. People do immigrate, you know. And then they don't stop being tied to you perse. I mean it can be. But it doesn't have to be.

Anyway I can't say any more because my brother says that it kinda is in fact classified.

Peace out!

- SPQR

[grandparomeaskblog]

Ancient bone found in Spain could be from Hannibal's war elephants

It would be the first hard evidence that elephants were used in battle by General Hannibal.

[ad-wills]

[grandparomeaskblog]

[grandparomeaskblog]

I know it will make some of you followers a little sad but my evil twin will NOT be my stand in/tag bro in the upcoming Lupercal orgy. I will have to do everything myself He will probably be hiding at Athos like a coward.

It's gonna be a guys only event this year too cause I'm too broke to pay any child support.

There WILL be lot's of snacks and drinks.

If that sounds awesome to you (IT IS!) Let me know if I should put you on the list, do note: tickets run fast.

peace out! - SPQR

[artaudmatic]

Drawing from pages, original under the cut ⋆｡°✩

(accidentally put him in a wetsuit, ig I had Cagliostro on the brain lol)

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

current state of the internet is a FUCKING EMBARASSMENT. was chatting with my grandma bout the history of crochet and knitting (and the comparative ages of those respective technologies) and i was like "oh YEAH and also that ancient greek fiber art we partly figured out from chemically testing the scoured bleached pigments of stolen statuary (tumblr knows what im talking about)—gimme 30 seconds to look up the name."

5 minutes and 3 search-engines later i am crying tears of blood screaming spitting blubbering in despair as my grandma attempts to digitally pat me consolingly on the back. the library of alexandria didn't burn it was "restructured" to "increase shareholder profits"

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

and i STILL CANNOT FIND THE TERM.

i am scouring the internet like the victorians scoured and destroyed all trace of joy and color from stolen relics for the LOST NAME OF THE ANCIENT PROCESS of textile-creation akin to knitting/crocheting/nålebinding that at least one academic/crafter used to recreate the leggings on this Glorious Motherfucker:

the google execs erased it. they bleached my bestie AGAIN from history...

[lachrymose-lyricist]

is this of any use

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

SO IT IS!!!

Archer statue from the Temple of Aphaia (ca. 480 BC) next to a reconstruction of its original paint job:

The leggings and sleeves would have created using a method called SPRANG which predates knitting and is over 3,000 years old. What's even sexier is modern artisans managed to recreate the entire outfit using the original method!

Mmm-HMM, love me a shapely thigh in harlequin hosiery. Put👏men👏in👏clingy-ass👏clothing👏again👏👏👏

Unfortunately english sources are hard to find, partly because Google's a shithole, but also because this textile project comes from a German museum, in Germany, where people tend to speak (and publish) in German. That said, the original link is to a short-but-sweet article I would have had no problem finding in 30 seconds a mere few years ago. fortunately i have clever beautiful insane people following me, but alas not everyone has such luxury. thanks to everyone in the notes who shoved themselves down this rabbithole with me!

in conclusion let us take a moment to sincerely wish Google a very burn in hell🙏

[novantasettefiori]

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Something so pure is not meant

for beings like us.

Behind every nation’s amiable words,

every smile,

every shared laugh,

there is always a deeper purpose;

something to be gained,

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and something left behind.⁷

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🗒 Footnotes

[7] Agustina greatly enjoyed the days she spent during her visits to England. Between the two of them there was a playful, flirtatious game that was a source of great amusement. The small gestures, the stolen glances, the excuses to brush against one another—with all the subtlety Victorian restraint allowed—were invigorating to them both. Though she was no stranger to flirting with young men her own age, this was the first time a man of such importance, a nation like herself, had shown her this kind of attention.

As time went on, Agustina discovered—much to her dismay—that what she was experiencing was no longer a simple game. She caught herself thinking of him often, longing for some excuse to see him again, insisting to herself that the man of her dreams was Francis, beloved Francis. Yet the butterflies in her stomach told a different story, and it frightened her.

She was afraid because she could not understand how far this could go. Why had Arthur taken an interest in her? What did he hope to gain from all this? Would he ever grow bored? How many others did he treat this way? She scolded herself when she realized she felt jealousy —jealousy! Of what?—and, in time, Arthur became aware of the effort she was making to deny that she had fallen in love with him..

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Privilegios así no están

destinados a nuestra condición.

Detrás de cada gesto amable,

cada sonrisa,

cada momento compartido,

se oculta una intención:

siempre hay algo que ganar

y algo que dejar atrás.⁷

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🗒 Notas

[7]Agustina disfrutaba mucho de los días que pasaba de visita en Inglaterra. Había entre los dos un juego de torpe coquetería que los divertía. Los pequeños gestos, las miradas furtivas, las excusas para tocarse —con toda la sutileza que la represión victoriana permitía—, todo ello les resultaba vigorizante. Si bien no le faltaba experiencia en el firteo con mocitos de su edad, era la primera vez que un hombre importante, una persona nación como ella, le prestaba esas atenciones.

Con el paso del tiempo Agustina descubrió, horrorizada, que lo que le ocurría ya no era un simple juego. Pensaba en él a menudo, añoraba encontrar un motivo para volver a verlo y se decía una y otra vez que el hombre de su sueños era Francis, adorado Francis, pero el nudo que se le hacía en el estómago delataba otra cosa. Y le dio miedo.

Le dio miedo porque no podía comprender hasta dónde podía llegar. ¿Por qué Arthur se fijó en ella? ¿Qué quería obtener de todo esto? ¿Cuándo se aburriría? ¿Y con cuántas otras estaba involucrado? —se indignaba consigo misma cuando se daba cuenta de que tenía celos, ¡celos! ¿de qué?— y Arthur eventualmente se dio cuenta del esfuerzo que ella estaba haciendo para negar que se había enamorado.