Title: Staying with Spain
Warnings: Slight OOC, mentioned mpreg, Romano
Ankara was up late in the night, unable to sleep. In his hand was his mask, something he never let go. He didn't know why, but it gave him a sense of security, as if no one could see his emotions and hurt him because of them. Now, he felt odd, as if he almost knew something bad was going to happen. His baba, Turkey, had been feeling odd today, and that almost always spelled trouble.
Suddenly a light across the hall flicked on.
"Shit, Greece, wake up."
"Ngh, Turkey? What is it? It's like, four in the morning you idiot."
"We need to go."
Ankara raised an eyebrow, but forced himself to look like he was asleep.
"Why?"
"Oh, yeah, well- your damn brat wants out."
"Don't call her a brat, brat."
"Real mature, Greece."
"You never called Ankara a brat- it's only fair not to call her a brat."
"Dude, Ankara didn't wake me up at three in the morning every night!"
"Ah, already making your life hell and she's not even born yet. Yes, she is my child."
There was a quiet groan. "Greece, we need to leave."
"I'll grab the boys."
Suddenly there was an awkward silence, and Ankara could almost feel the two staring at each other.
"Where are we taking them...?" Greece asked.
Turkey cursed loudly. "Shit. Um. Spain! He told me he was going to be around this month, let's ask him."
"Yes, because one of your worst enemies is seriously going to watch our kids for more than ten minutes. Know what? Fine, I'll call him. You get dressed or whatever."
The light to Ankara's room was suddenly flicked on, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Greece stood in the door, his hair a mess, his shirt hanging off one shoulder, his face screwed into a somewhat mad, somewhat worried, somewhat tired look.
"Wake up, boys."
TRNC groaned from the other side of the room, throwing a stuffed animal at Greece.
"Why," the nation complained, hiding under his blanket.
Greece sighed. "Get some clothes for the next few days, alright?" he asked. "And toothbrushes, hairbrush, whatever the hell you want to take with you." He walked away, dialing numbers on a phone.
Sitting up, Ankara frowned, eyebrows furrowed. "Okay..." he began, sliding down from his bed. As he put his mask on, TRNC gathered clothing for the both of them. There was another groan from TRNC, who had just seen the clock.
"Are our parents insane?" his quiet, whispering voice asked. "It's four in the morning."
"Let's just go with it," Ankara said, yawning. He took clothes from TRNC and put them in a bag. Nothing else to do but just sit there as his brother ran out and got their tooth and hair brushes, and then they were sitting there for a little while longer, swinging their legs back and forth.
Greece motioned for them to go out into the living room, and both boys jumped off the bed and grabbed their stuff. They heard exclamations like, "Shit this hurts!" and "Damn it, I forgot I have no shirts that fit right!" Finally Turkey was being ushered down the stairs by Greece, looking even more tired and grumpy than ever before.
In the car, Turkey was leaning against the window, pressing his face to the cool glass.
"Baba, where are we going?" TRNC dared to ask. Greece stared at him through the mirror. Turkey just shook his head.
"You're going to see Spain for a little while," Greece said.
The two threw their heads back and groaned.
"Can't we see Egypt instead?" Ankara asked, leaning forward to look over the side of the seat. He was clutching one of his pet cats, a beautiful chocolate brown with light amber eyes. "He doesn't want to kill us."
"No, it's only Romano who wants to kill you," Greece said with a sigh. "But all the countries are in slightly good relations right now, so we'll see how it goes."
"And if he hurts either of you, I'll personally kick his ass," Turkey grumbled. "Spain shouldn't even be mad at you guys- it's me he was brooding about, but that was, what, back in my Ottoman days?"
Greece nodded. "He seemed happy on the phone. And Ankara, you'll have to leave Lilith in the car with us. I'm afraid they don't do so well with animals."
Frowning, Ankara looked down at his pet, gently rubbing her cheeks and ears. "Alright," he mumbled, handing the cat up. She curled up on Greece's lap, leaving them all in silence.
They pulled up at a small house in the heart of Ankara. Greece hopped out and grabbed the kids, meeting up with a man at the door. Though he looked tired, he had a smile on his face.
"Thank you," Greece said with a weak smile. Spain waved a hand.
"No problem," he said. "I'm in the city watching a place for a friend- so why not, you know?" Laughing he turned into the house, gesturing for the boys to come with him. "Don't forget to send me pictures this time."
Ankara walked in with his bag after hugging Greece. TRNC looked at his father, shaking his head.
"This is going to be a long few days," he said and then turned and walked away.
Random inspiration today?
I think yes. I think I got Greece more into character with this one. XD And in this story, while Greece and Turkey are away, their sons TRNC and Ankara have to stay with Spain and Romano.
Something tells me it won't go very well. XD Anyway, enjoy, review, all that fun stuff!