Please excuse any historical inaccuracies.
The fire ran across the fields like children across the parks; his body burned and he yelled in agony, his blood splattering on the floor surrounding him. His breaths were short and ragged, coughing up dark, billowing black smoke. The agony of his people coursed through his body like electric shocks, making him cringe on the floor, irritating his charred flesh. His clothes were slowly being burned off, turning into ash and being carried away by the dark, ashen wind. Hs cries started to grow weaker, his throat now racked by coughs of a more violent nature. He grasped the ground and tried to raise himself up, only to fall again and let out a blood curdling scream.
"D-dammit" he wheezed out finally, after lying on his back with shut eyes and tears rolling down his soot-covered face. His green eyes, now red-rimmed and half-blinded, opened and peered up at his assailant. Said man only smirked, the contrast of sharp white teeth on dark skin great. This man, who he held so much hate and loathing for, dared show his face again.
The dark skinned man bent down to lift the smaller off his back and up to eye level with him. He pulled him closer and crashed his own lips onto the others roughly. He felt the smoke enter his lungs and breathed in the others agony. He let go and smirked, knowing how much it got to the other.
'I wont stop, Greece. I will continue until you are once again mine"
And with that, he dropped Greece down to the ground, and continued watching the thin mans body be wracked with coughs and spasms of pain.
"One day I will rebel; and I will kill you." he said with all the loathing he could muster into his voice. His glare would intimidate anyone else, but to Turkey, it was only met with laughter.
"We'll see about that, little Greece. For now, suffer. You will learn your place once and for all." He said, and sat back to watch Greece continue to yell and singe in front of him, groveling on the floor, but not once asking Turkey for mercy.