Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

"Damn it, Spain! Help me! Damn it!" Romano banged his fists against the wooden door, hoping to break it. "Help... Damn it, help me... Get me out!"

"That brat is really gettin' annoying..." Turkey raised a gloved hand to his face. "He bett'a be worth it..."

"Damn it! You were following me just a minute ago! Help me! Help..." The cart stopped and the door Romano was banging on opened. He hid in a corner whuile staring at the Ottomen Empire with wide eyes. "Wha-What do you want...?"

"I want ya ta shuddup!" He took out a handkercheif. "Come here." Turkey reached out, grabbing Romano's ankle to get him closer. Turkey tied his hands behind his back.

"How is th-" Another cloth was shoved into Romano's mouth, and a third one was tied around his head.

"Much better. Now stay that way." Turkey locked the door for the cart, locking Romano inside again. He lost track of the time he was in the cart. The more and more time he was stuck inside of there, the more he was crying himself to sleep."

Until they made it. Romano had no words left in him the second he saw the palace.

"Where were you?" Romano looked in the direction of the voice. "Who is this? Who did you kidnap this time?"

Turkey untied everything on Romano. "I need him bathed and fed."

"Yes sir." A servent took a tired and fatigued Romano by the hand.

"He is southern Italy. I found him all alone by a pond. Capturing him was so easy~!"

"You bastard. Isn't he with Spain?"

"He was. I decided to change that, though. Spain abandoned him, obviously. He is mine now." There was a sudden, feminine scream. Both nations turned to the door the noise came from. Turkey ran into his palace to see what happened.

"S-Sadiq. The boy... H-H-He..." Greece walked past the Ottomen Empire to grab Romano's wrist.

"He just passed out. He's still alive."

"Şükürler olsun..."* The female servent cried out. Turkey picked up the unconcious boy.

"Hey! Where do you think you're talking him?"

"Ta' bed, obviously. He isn't going ta' be eating or have a bath like this."

"Place him on my bed." Greece told him warningly. Turkey just laughed.

"Okay, okay. It's not like I will do anything ta' him."

"Everyone knows you're a big pervert."

Turkey ignored that comment when Egypt came into the room.

"S'cuse me, Gupta..." Turkey walked around the Egyptian. He couldn't help but to stare at the Italian before he heard one of Greece's cats.

Romano moaned awake in an unfamiliar place. He jumped down from the bed and was greeted by a cat at the door.

"Where am I...?" He wondered, leaving the room. "Hey!" He screamed in a dry voice. "Hey!" He coughed. The cat from earlier ran around the corner, where Egypt appeared. "Hey, you! Where the Hell am I?" Egypt took him by the hand and dragged him across the palace. "I asked you a question, damn it!"

Egypt knocked on a wooden red door. "Come 'n." Came Turkey's voice from behind the door. Egypt opened the door, dragging Romano inside. "Oh! So you're awake!"

"Who the Hell are you?"

"I'm the Ottomen Empire, kid. Are ya' gonna eat what I give you now that you passed out?" Of course, countries didn't really need to eat, but it was still required to keep concious. "My chefs can make anything."

"Pasta...?" Turkey smiled behind his black face-mask.

"Alright. Then tomarrah you will have your first turkish meal." He looked at a servent who was in the room, and the servent bowed before leaving. "Why don't you get 'im some water, Egypt." Egypt nodded and left. "Come 'ere."

Romano squeezed the door frame, as though it was going to keep him safe from the powerful nation. "Ah!" He jumped. A cat- a different one- was rubbing against his body.

"That's just one of Greece's cats. They're all very friendly, though lazy, like their owner. Now come 'ere." Romano relunctantly walked over to the side of the bed Turkey was laying on. "Come up 'ere, on the couch."

"A couch?" Turkey was laying on a couch that was decorated with cusions.

"Evet."* Turkey said simply. He grabbed Romano, who didn't have the energy to fight anymore, by his armpits and on the couch. "There." Egypt came back with the water for Romano, who chugged it down to the last drop.

"Thanks..." He whispered hoarsly. Egypt took the glass and left again to refill it.

"So as long as it's not me, ya'll take it..."

"You kidnapped me! What did you expect? And I'm sure those two, Egypt and... Greece? I'm sure they didn't come with you by choice! And if they did, I doubt you gave them much of a choice..."

"I'll take good care of ya'. Don't ya' worry."

Egypt came back again with the refill. Romano chugged it down like the last one, muttering another quiet "thanks." Egypt nodded and left again. Romano looked outside at the orange sky. "He's coming to get me..."

"Is he?"

"...I-Isn't he...?"

"Well, yer always welcome'd to stay here, as long as yer a good boy."

"And if I'm not?"

"I'll sell ya' to someone who will pay good money for ya'. Ya' would be sold for a good amount to a pedophile, I'm sure." Romano shuddered. "But I'm sure ya'll like it here." The chef came inside the room with a bowl of spaghetti. "Just leave it on the table right there."

Romano hopped off of the couch and started eating greedily. He hasn't eaten for three days, so his stomach has shrunk, but it didn't mean that he wasn't hungry. "Holy shit..."

"Is it good? My chefs always use the best ingrediants for everything."

"S-Si... It's very good. It's..." He choked on the noodles. Turkey rubbed his back until Romano coughed the food back up. "It's... It's ah..." He covered his face. "D-Damn it... Spain... Why didn't you come? Do you not care? He.. Why should he care...?"

"Forget him..." Turkey brushed his hand through Romano's hair. "I won't let anyone get ya'. I won't abandon ya'." Romano heaved and left the room with the bowl. He saw a garden from out a window, and he wanted to check it out.

Turkey followed him outside, curious to where he was going. Romano stopped in the middle of the garden to sit and eat there. He took a deep breath and calmed down, finishing his meal with Turkey sitting behind him.

"Ya' still need a bath..."

"Just... Let me stay here, for a little bit longer..."

"Do ya' like plants like these?" Romano nodded. "Then ya' can help tend them."

"Really?" Romano asked, looking up at the masked man.

"Sure, why not? I haf'ta use you for something, right?"

"Alright... He's not... He's not coming, is he...?"

"I wouldn't say that exactly. He probably doesn't know. He probably lost track of ya'."

"He was fighting with France last I saw him..."

"Ya' see? That doesn't mean that I'm gonna give ya' back. I'll find a use for ya'."

APHAPHAPH

I had this idea for a while.

I thought- "What if Spain didn't save Romano from the Ottomen Empire?"

After some thinking, my conclusion was- "Romano would probably enjoy it in the end... You know, after passing out from fatigue."

"Şükürler olsun" - "Thank God"

"Evet" - "Yes"