A/N: So... this kind of spawned from a random inspiration burst I had while washing my hands. No pairings. I don't own Hetalia.
It was a beautiful summer day in the land of Sparta, and because of this, you Greece lay dozing in the sun, a small orange and white kitten on his chest. He looked so serene, so peaceful, despite being in the ruins of a once powerful military state...
He was the perfect target
The brown haired boy was rudely awoken by both the feeling of water being poured on him, and his kitten's claws digging into his skin. But worse than that, was the laughing.
"Turkey! What was that for?" the boy snapped, glaring at the older nation.
Sadiq grinned at his victim, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously, "Ah, just thought I'd have a bit of fun with you before I take back my land."
This got young Herakles to his feet.
"No way! You can't do that! This is my land!" he growled, doing his very best to look threatening. But when you're a sopping wet ten year old boy with a sopping wet cat attached to you, intimidation doesn't work all that well.
Understandably, the young Turk started laughing again, "Oh really now? Who's going to stop me?" He leaned in close and grabbed the boy's shirt. "You?"
"No, I am."
Both young nations' heads shot up at the voice, breaking their staring contest. Before them stood a tall, imposing woman with long brown hair.
"Mom!" Greece shouted, grinning. He knew what would happen now.
Turkey let go of the younger boy's shirt, his eyes wide and fearful, not even noticing the Greek's triumphant smirk.
"I-I..." His excuse was cut short by a loud, hard slap across his face.
"Leave my son alone, got it?"
The Turk nodded mutely and ran, leaving the Greeks in a fierce, but loving embrace.
A new bruise was forming on the other side of the Turk's face soon after he arrived home.
"You cannot let them know you are afraid, Sadiq. You must be strong and show them courage. Without courage, you are nothing."
That's what his mother told him before punishing him. However, his sister, India, had come up with an idea.
"Just wear this, my brother." He let his finger trail over the mark before slipping it onto his bruised face . It didn't cover the bruises completely, but it made them seem less severe. His eyes, on the other hand, seemed more severe, more mysterious. Almost catlike.
"This way, no one will see your eyes. No one will be able to tell that you are afraid."