In the weeks and months after the liberation of Rome, much rejoicing was to be found across the whole of the Roman world...that is to say, the whole world!
The Senate was reconfigured to include fifty members from each house, plus extra members based on populations of cities. Whilst there were of course three main political parties, independents and minority parties were also encouraged and popular enough to exist.
The question of who should own and lead Rome was answered for the three family leaders by the fact that none of them had taken Rome, clearly, the gods wished Asinius to decide Rome's fate, at least for now. So it was that he became First Emperor of the Roman Empire, a combination of the Julii homelands and colonies, the Brutii Empire and the Scipii Empire. All swore eternal loyalty to him and to the people of the Empire, and all three factions continued to exist as semi-autonomous states.
In time, Brutuis and Numerius became companions and friends, each saving the other's life in the British incursion into Gaul and the following war to destroy that enemy for good. Numerius became Rome's greatest hero after Asinius (though Brutuis was never far behind him in the public's estimations) and earned his title of 'the Great'.
Maximus never ruled a truly united faction again, as Julius went to the Emperor himself to ask for clemency. He was granted it, plus all Julii colonies in Northern Germania, starting the ongoing and fierce rivalry the German and Italian people share to this day.
Maximus died to extreme old age and his sons fell warring against the Scythians, whom eventually became a vassal and buffer state against the Steppe regions and beyond. The Julian family disintegrated and the Emperor took over Northern Italy for himself, starting the unification of Italy which would be competed when Numerius the Great gifted Capua to his son on his deathbed.
The Brutii continued to expand eastwards, to the consternation of the Scythains. Their capital of Byzantium was said to be almost a second Rome, its wealth and power unmatched in the East. The border regions between Gaul and Brutii territory were ceded to Julius' heirs and became Germania in full once again, uniting a people that began to see themselves as German and Brutii Roman, not Italian (a trait common amongst the kingdom's and peoples of central and Eastern Europe in the present day. Western Europe, Africa and Asia Minor meanwhile, hold common Scipii backgrounds).
The Brutii thrived for generations after Brutuis, whom was venerated by all for not only founding their own empire but for saving both it and the entire Roman world by creating the Roman Empire it served.
As for Numerius, he sailed to Britain and made war with the inhabitants for the rest of his life. Pictland proved to be too far for even the Romans, and he admitted defeat and returned to Londinium, which he transformed into a city greater than even Rome. Its walls were said to be indestructible, the streets flooded with gold and silver, and the ships produced in the docklands were larger than castles. The ageing man fell in love with the harsh but beautiful land he found himself in, and gave his title away to Nero (as Asinius could not be his heir any longer but founder of a line of emperors) and the Scipii empire was split between the great power and the small but mighty island province Numerius was building with care.
Rome reigned as the world's capital city, and everyone was happy and at peace.
The Roman Empire was founded in the year before our Lord 148BC. Its strength and size was rarely ever increased, owing to the astonishing completeness of Brutii and Scipii conquests before its inception, but Scythia was penetrated and expanded into until it too was Roman, whilst the African colonies descended ever downwards till the great desert blocked all passage.
The Empire was a marvel that few could imagine today. There was little to no crime. Poverty was a monster confined to the largest of the cities and rarely reared its ugly head again until the end times. The roads, buildings and walls constructed by the great craftsman remain unrivalled to this day.
The Scipii, the most liberal of all the powers in play in the empire, nurtured the three religions of Islam, Judaism and Christianity into the flames of the world that they are fast becoming today. The Empire had three main religions, that of Christianity, the Roman Pantheon and Paganism, but Islam and Judaism survived in the eastern provinces and would return in force when the empire fell.
The fall came, as it inevitably would, with first a plague and then a war.
A sickness which began in Africa and Iberia spread across the Empire with dizzying speed and force, killing millions and more. The Emperor fell, as did half the Senate and all the heads of houses. This crisis of population and chaos was doubled when invaders from the wild hills of the east destroyed much of the Brutii force and sacked Brutuisanium (a renamed Byzantium), renaming it Constantinople after their rebel leader, whom proceeded to destroy the Eastern Roman world and breached even Scipii territory before the new Emperor Tiberius could stop him. By then, the empire was crumbling and every province was rebelling.
Soon there came an age of darkness that only the great Church illuminates with its holy records and teachings. I have studied these scrolls and it is clear to me what happened next. For Iberia, Gaul, Germania and Italy, their cultures were distinct now. Naturally they coalesced into kingdoms and city states of their own. Only the Germans have attempted to cling to their past Roman lives, but the rest seem content to move on and leave the greatness of a united Europe behind in their hubris.
The Papacy rules in Rome now, and rules wisely. The best of the Brutii and Scipii managed to escape and reform somewhat in the East, renaming their city back to Byzantium and continuing to rule as true Romans should. Africa is a wasteland now, full of plague and desert and Muslims, as if their gods of death really had strolled through that land, devouring all that made it beautiful. In the East, the Muslim menace, as the 'powers' in Europe call them, are moving to create their own empires based off of the knowledge they saved from the fall.
And what of that mysterious Isle of Numerius? That too has fallen from grace, as have we all. Yet Londinium exists still. Its libraries, its walls are intact. The knowledge lies there, unknown by the ignorant barbarian locals, to rebuild what was lost.
The King of France is a weak minded fool. He commands not the loyalty of myself nor my men. Just as my kinsmen in Sicily have deemed to unite Italy once more, so shall I remake Britain to what Numerius wished. I shall take the Isle that was promised to me, for God and for my people. I shall rebuild that squalid little kingdom into a great Christian nation, and then I shall unite Europe as we were always meant to be.
I am William. And by my will and that of God, the Roman Empire shall rise again.