Ha, Valentine's Day. What a joke, seriously! Romania thought as she was sitting on a bench in one of the pretty parks in Bucharest. Her white, simple dress was smoothly covering her body, accentuating her curves without any hidden meaning, really. Chin in her palm, hands on her knees, she let out a long, unhappy sigh, as her eyes followed the couples walking past her and whispering sweet and occasional disturbing things. Oh how she sometimes wished so bad that she couldn't understand Romanian – because those people were just driving her… crazy. Jealous-crazy. It wasn't even a Romanian holiday, for God's sake! Why were they so keen on showing their love to everyone? Yet again, she was probably thinking that because she was too selfish to appreciate the happiness of others. True, she was aware, which was probably why she didn't exactly get any flowers yet. No sweet words, no man (or woman, although she would've felt a bit awkward if that was the case) to share her love with. Nope, because she was single on Valentine's day.

As she was lost in her trace of thoughts, the sudden touch against her back had startled her. She immediately turned around – only to find herself face-to-face with none other than Heracles Karpusi, also known as Greece, literally shoving a bouquet of flowers into her nose. He wasn't exactly to blame, though. He was, half-asleep, after all.

He managed to mumble something in Greek, which she recognized as "Hello", before he sat next to her. Flowers in her arms, she felt quite flattered. Sure, she knew Heracles got a thing for her – he literally couldn't keep his hands off during any world meeting when they happened to sit next to each-other, and she was embarrassed about it. Sure, he was an astonishingly handsome man, and he was smart and… philosophical too. Had a great country, wonderful culture and whatnot. But Cristina Daciana, as Romania was also known, simply couldn't see him as anything more than a brother. Although, at the moment, that didn't stop her cheeks from turning obviously red and her voice practically getting stuck in her throat, causing her to stammer like an innocent high-school girl who just had the first boy in her life hitting on her when she was already 17. Well it was more or less true - just that she was 21, and Heracles was a 27 years old boy.

Probably it was not romantic feelings which had gotten them into physical action before, but she wasn't so sure if that was the case now, with her stomach full of dancing butterflies that just wouldn't leave her alone. She had gotten flowers on Valentine's, after all. Wanting to thank him, she turned her head slightly to see him, and just as she was about to test her Greek skills and say 'Thank You' in his natal language, she noticed he had already fallen asleep against her shoulder, with a stray cat – where the hell'd he get that from? – in his arms. She didn't know if that was just a total cock-block or if it was cute.

But much time couldn't be spent on that, since one specific Turk decided to interfere. He'd been just next to the small fountain by their bench, and he had gotten so, so, so annoyed with that little brat interfering with his business. This was not the first time, and he had argued with Heracles about this, but it was all useless because that guy was just some stupid dick who loved to piss Sadiq Adnan off more than anything.

His grip on the bouquet of flowers he had bought for someone – he was too stubborn to admit it to himself that they were for a specific Romanian woman – tightened considerably. And the little wimp even dared falling asleep and leaving her like that. Oh no, this was surely not what the former Ottoman Empire would've put up with if he'd been in her place. He'd just kick that idiot's ass, curse at him in every possible language, and just go away, before throwing the flowers into the fountain. But she, oh, no, she wouldn't do that. As much as a bitch he thought she was, he couldn't help the stupid, annoying ( it had already started reminding Sadiq of Greece ) feeling in his chest as he thought, 'course she wouldn't. It's her we're talkin' 'bout. Her, and not some other girl – but he interrupted his own thoughts. "'The hell? I was not just thinkin' all that" he found himself speaking to himself. "Sadiq? What – what are you doing here?" Oh, marvelous. Just what he needed. But he had to face her now. Or else his pride – possibly the most important thing to him – would be stained forever. "Visitin'" he responded blankly, only to get an I-am-obviously-not -falling-for-that face. Oh, he hated when she did that.

"Visiting? As far as I know you, you'd rather be home surrounded by your seven wives who would offer you anything; food, drinks, their bodies,…" and she kept being a wanker, but was not going to pay attention to all that. Was she just having some sort of jealousy crisis? If she'd just admit she wanted him, like all the other women did – and he really couldn't comprehend how and why she didn't - , it would've been so much easier. So damn easy. But no, she had to complicate things, because it was Romania who these thoughts – his thoughts – were all about.

Some young woman who had previously been under his rule and obeyed him, until she had rudely shoved him off, declaring some pathetic independence or something, who was hopeless, occasionally annoying, messy, with a bad memory, lack of responsibility, horrible at organizing her things and – oh, just so freaking beautiful. What? No. No, she's not… beautiful, ha! Right, as if. The Turk was still arguing with himself ( with his ego, more like it ) in his head, but Cristina hadn't noticed him until she had finished her monologue, and couldn't help but point something out. "Băi, those flowers" she pointed at them. Some connections were being born in her mind. He came to visit her on Valentine's day with a boquet of flowers? This was suspicious.

Sadiq, on the other hand, was totally fine with it. Yeah, sure, that's just what he kept telling to himself but he was nervous. Not as if he'd ever admit it. "What flowers?" he said quickly, glancing down at the huge boquet in his arms."Ah, this" he grumbled, throwing the flowers somewhere randomly. "Well it's not as if... I was... going to give them to... you" he trailed off, followed by a nervous laugh. There, he said it! He was all good now. As self-centred as he was, he could barely notice the frown appearing on the woman's face for a split second. Romania felt rather stupid. "Yeah, sure, haha, what was I thinking?" she played along, scratching the back of her head. And then awakward silence.

Were those for her, actually? Turkey thought, somehow feeling guilty for throwing them away. So… they weren't for me, after all! Cristina thought, somehow feeling disappointed. "As if I need his stupid flowers!" she grumbled, simultaneously with Sadiq's "As if I'd give her any flowers!"