Valkryie Cullen gave me the strength to post this. Her (or His) Israel is also a woman...and I've been getting flack for my female Israel, so I was scared to post my love for the (now 'forbidden') TurkeyxIsrael paring (or what i like to call Turkrael.
So Valkryie Cullen I think I'll dedicate this fic to you, sweetheart!
I do not own Hetalia. If I did Adara David would be the official Israel and Turkrael would be canon dispite all the tention between the two nations.
About sticky honey fingers and a certain Turk being a thug. Set during the Ottoman Empire.
Turkish Vocabulary
Prenses= princess
"Heracles come here, sweetheart, you're all sticky." Adara said softly, hoisting the mini-Greek up and carting him off to clean the sticky honey from the boy's fingers. She had successfully cleaned the fingers of Gupta, Iraq, and Kuwait, but the Greek was the only one making a fuss.
"Nuuuu I dun wanna!" The boy cried, flailing around in the Hebrew's arms.
"Sorry, but no sticky fingers in this court, young man." She said kindly, taking a damp rag and cleaning the substance off the boy's fingers.
"MEANIE OLD LADY!" He cried out in pouty protest.
Adara's eye twitched. "I'm not that old…" She whined cutely.
A chuckle was heard behind them and Greece looked up at the man happily. "YES! SAVE ME FROM THE CRAZY LADY!"
"Sorry, but I'm with Israel on this. Last time ya ran around with sticky fingers, Gupta needed a haircut." Sadiq said sternly. "Also, apologize. She's not an old lady."
The Greek boy pouted. "Sorry…" It was obviously half-hearted.
Adara kissed the boy's cheek then let him toddle off. She then let out a sigh. "Honestly, control those boys or so help me I'll take the reins…and I assure you they'll not like it."
The Turk grimaced. "Alright, alright…I concede. I'll talk ta them…but, fer the record, ya make good food so, naturally, we'd all end up in a sticky mess from devourin' them." He showed his own sticky fingers and barely dodged the rag thrown at him by the Jew.
"You wash your hands too, Sadiq Adnan, or so help me I won't make a single sweet treat for you again!" Adara said sternly.
"Awww I was hopin' ya'd do it fer me, Prenses." Sadiq smirked, this time having to dodge the bowl of water. "Oooh, that was close, how I'm dodgin' yer aim I have no clue."
"I'm not aiming to hit…yet." The Jewish woman said and went to collect a clean rag and bowl of water. She returned and looked at the Turk. "Well…show me your hands."
Sadiq blinked, but did as asked. "Yes ma'am."
Adara went over and cleaned his hands. "Honestly, I'm not the maid."
"Now Adara…" Sadiq said playfully. "If I did everythin' myself, I'd make ya feel unwanted…and…" He tilted her face up to meet his. "…I need ya…yer a dear friend ta me."
Adara turned bright red and this time…the rag didn't miss.
Please read and review and tell me what you think if I should post more Turkrael!