FYI: Don't own Hetalia.
Characters: Sadik Adnan (Young Turkey aka Ottoman Empire), Circe Karpusi (FEM Greece) *It doesn't work if their both dudes, believe me I tried*
Chapter one: Mask
Lord Adnan was ruler of everything he touched, or at least that was the word on the street.
Circe pondered these thoughts as she started at the craft she had been making all day. It was a plain white mask, but it was fit for the Lord's face and his alone.
Sadik smiled as he reached the mask shop. He was ready for his mask. Not only was it the finishing touch of his costume for the famous masquerade ball, but also it would set his costume over the edge in perfection.
Sadik cleared his throat as the carriage came to a stop.
The shop keeper was a poor, old Greek immigrant who's only pride and joy was his daughter, Circe.
Little did Sadik know was that the beloved daughter Circe was beautiful, and watching the shop this morning.
"My lord." the young girl curtsied as Sadik walked through the door.
"W-where is the shop keeper?" was all Sadik could muster given the shock that came to him when he saw the girl's face.
"My father?" the girl asked. Sadik gave a slight nod, and the girl explained the illness that over took her father late in the night.
Sadik felt ashamed, for he was not listening to her, instead he gazed into her green eyes that sparkled as she talked.
"Do you think, not?" Circe asked looking up at Sadik.
Sadik smiled "Of course, I do." he looked at her face as it light up, what had she been talking about, Sadik did not know, but his answer made her happy and that was all that counted.
"I see the rumors are not true then." Circe smiled as she dipped behind the counter to retrive his mask.
"What rumors?" Sadik asked very curious now.
"The rumor you hate all Greeks, and would have us burned." She looked up with wondering eyes.
"To burn such a beautiful face would be a crime itself." he said smiling wildly at the young girl.
The girl blushed and spoke quietly "Your mask, my lord." she placed the white silk mask on the counter.
Sadik just smiled, of course, a beautiful creature such as Circe would make a beautiful mask such as this.
"Thank you." Sadik bowed and left the small shop.
When outside he pulled a guard close to him, "Burn the shop" he demanded, and then looked over his shoulder to see the girl.
"Should we kill the girl?" the guard asked
"No. Take her to the palace I shall find a punishment more suitable than death." Sadik smiled.
For it was true, he hated all Greeks. He wished they would all just burn in hell.
Only the girl, she was different.
Author note: Yeah. That's that. I don't even know if the Ottoman Empire had Lords, so if you have to write a paper… Don't read this in place of researching. And another thing I know Circe is an evil witch from the Odyssey, but the name is way more cool then Athena or any of my other names for Fem Greece. So, no, Fem Greece is not evil.