Hey guys! I've been in kind of a writing slump lately so I've decided to write this little piece to take a break! :D So this is a Turkey X Greece fic it will be AU (kinda making up the rules and how it all works as I go.. so bear with me please!) and YAOI (err technically SHOTA) if this bothers you, please leave because I do NOT tolerate flaming and will report you. However if you truly don't like something I wrote please write me a constructive criticism, I would actually appreciate it greatly because it helps us writers grow. Thank you in advance for reading :D.
~Shota is love~
Just Like Your Mother
Chapter 1
Introduction
~Greece's POV~
Sometimes I find my life to be unbearably annoying. Well, strike that, my like sucks a good majority of the time. In the past 20 years the government has lowered the age where you reach adulthood in half due to the demand for more able bodied workers. Now mere nine year old's are considered adults, yeah I think its bullshit too. But that's enough whining for now.
My name is Heracles Karpusi. I am ten years old and live with my mother here in California (just because I technically am an adult does not make my mother any less protective of me). I love my mother dearly, she raised me all by herself even while being (quite literally sometimes) swarmed by her many suitors. I also am swarmed by men and women, young and old these days. Which brings me back to my earlier point about how much I hate my life sometimes. The women and girls were easy to deal with, just a quick peck on the cheek or cute little phrase would send them into what my friend Kiku refers to as "fangirling" (whatever that is...). No, it was the men that were hard to deal with. The follow me non-stop and regardless of what I say or do they'r always watching me. I can't even count off how many times one has tried to snatch me and toss me into their vans. It is infuriating.
The worst of my "suitors" were Francis, Arthur, Antonio, and Ludwig. Those four might as well live at the park because that's where they always were. They were always packing some idiotic story of how they lost their dog and need help finding it, or about how they need help with something and you'll get candy and toys from it. Seriously. How stupid do they think I am? I always make sure to tell them exactly where I think they should put their toys and candies.
Well I suppose now that you understand how this whole messed up world works I should actually get to the story. Just brace yourselves because it isn't a pretty world and life is never easy.