I gritted my teeth as he cursed me. TRNC… I couldn't make a sound. I could Not scream. No yelps. No whimpers. No grunts. Nothing. I wasn't a child anymore. I was far from it. So far from the past and still it chased me yet. The bite of the leather cut and stung, but I could not afford to make a sound. The sharp cracks danced about the house in empty echoes. No sound out me. Not now. Not with TRNC here. I had to keep him safe. No matter what. If he got bored with me he'd leave the kid alone. By the time he left me I was bloodied and beaten. Just wanting to sink into unconsciousness. Though it hurt like hell I didn't regret anything. Regret was a worthless emotion in such situations. Damn… Everything hurt.
"Turkey?" I felt a small hand cautiously touch mine, worry clouding the child's voice.
My mind was wavering between merciful blackness and ruthless reality. Darkness just dancing around the corners of my mind in what I thought to be a taunting manner.
"Turkey?" He tried again.
Despite my want to just feel nothing for awhile I was leaning more toward waking up now. I couldn't just let the kid sit alone like this when he was worried about Me. And thus began my rather pathetic battle to pull myself together.
"Turkey?" He spoke more forcefully.
The slight panic in his tone was alarming. A careful, shaky hand grasped my mask. He pulled it off quickly like ripping it away would make a difference. Upon seeing my eyes closed he set his head on my chest. No doubt listening for a heartbeat. Ow… That actually kind of hurt. He let out a relieved sigh after a minute and pulled away. No matter what he said or what anyone thought he was still a kid. A kid I was failing to protect at the moment. He curled into my side with a heartbreaking sniffle. I wanted to say something. Reassure him, but this being half conscious crap was being just as annoying and difficult as Greece could be. What could have been minutes, seconds, or hours later I shifted if ever so slightly. I blinked several times to clear my vision. TRNC was looking up at me with a tear stained face, my mask clutched in both of his hands.
"T- Turkey?"
"I thought I told you to go upstairs…" I rasped.
His eyes filled with tears again. He was quick to wrap his arms around my waist. Ow…
"...Did he hurt you?" I attempted to make my voice sound softer, but failed rather miserably.
He shook his head. Thank God.
"Good… But you shouldn't have come down… I don't want you getting hurt."
"I- I never went up. I'm s- sorry. I was worried."
"It's ok. Don't cry. Don't cry." I cooed.
"I- I don't understand. Why d- did he hurt you? Y- you di- i- idn't do anything wrong."
"Shh… You don't need to worry about that… I'll keep you safe just like always."
"Why- y didn't you do anything?"
Because he'd go after you just to get at me...
"That doesn't matter right now. But it's ok. None of this was anyone's fault. Bad things happen sometimes and you just have to work past them."
"But how long will it take before he leaves?"
Until he gets bored. Until the war's over maybe. Until the economy gets better. Until I start acting like he'd prefer.
"No clue... It can't last forever though. We just have to hang on. I'll get someone to take you in for awhile-"
"No. I'm staying. You need me." He whimpered defiantly as he clung to my beaten coat.
Yeah I noted that Turkey tended to be the bad guy in stories so I turned that around a bit. Also Russia tends to be a bad guy too so maybe I'll have him save Turkey. Yeah I write weird stuff I know. But it's fun. And maybe a little mean...
