Şimarik
(Fem-GreecexTurkey) (love/hate rated M rape, language, violence, sexual situations)
As the feared mother ran to the ocean shore knowing the ottomans were invading, cradling the small baby nation in her arms along with the basket she carefully put the small nation into the basket her only chance of saving what was left of her own self she gently kıssed the baby goodbye begging to meet her once again and gently pushed the basket down the ocean waves, as a tear ran down the mothers face she quickly retreated from the shore hearing the sounds of shouting orders she recognized the voice it was him, Sadiq the man in Love with her but she Always refused
"grab her!" his order was rough as the guards quickly grabbed her roughly by her arms "Let me go! Sadiq please make this stop!" " why!" his voice was filled with cruelty "see Hellene you rejected me so many times...so leaving me with no choice might as well kill you if I can't have you" his smirk sent chills down her spine "then no one can plus that stupid Rome kept getting in my damn way..."he slowly pulled out his sword and held it close to her neck, he stared into her eyes blue-ish green like her seas.. "Now where's your little brat..."she looked the other way. No response...he sighed with frustration "I'll ask again" clenching his fist "Where. Is. The. Brat?" she turned her head to face him and spat in his face "you won't find her and never touch her you bastard!" her cheek stung with pain as Sadiq slapped her "you fucking bitch! Where is she!...you have 5 seconds before I cut you apart to tell me where she is..." his threat was sharp as his blade was closer to her neck... She gave a breath and looked into his green embraled eyes she saw hatred but also...another emotion...one she could recognize... "well where the fuck is she!" his sword cut a little blood was slowly dripping "she's free in the world...try to find her by now" Silence could only be heard though out Greece, as the man who loved the woman has killed her. He got up and wiped her blood of the sword on a white handkerchief..."let's go home.." all his troops gathered what they collected and rode back as Turkey looked at the body of mother Greece...he sighed and rode off
