Greece lounged back on the ruins of his mother empire. Rubbing his cat, Nekogoro-kun, on his soft warm tummy.
He thought to himself, "I need to make more friends."
Seeing his kitty lay down for a nap he decided that was a good Idea, and laid down for a nap. A few moments later he woke up, pretty irritated, to the sound of yelling.
"Probably Turkey," he thought, "Yep, Turkey," opening his eyes, "And when I was having my favorite dream, where I'm japan's kitty. Why do I have to put up with him now?"
"Quiet, the kitties are sleeping," someone sternly requested of turkey. Greece could tell it wasn't turkey because the voice wasn't shouting every word in a furious tone.
As Greece began to sit up, Turkey's ravings were suddenly quieted with a loud crack, like the sound of a lead pipe against flesh, bone, and Istanbul. Greece found The sound was somewhat pleasing. He stood up and looked around to see what was happened.
"And now it's quiet again," Russia said smiling. He stood over an unconscious and badly beaten turkey, holding lead pipe covered in fresh blood.
Greece smiled at his epiphany.