Turkey always wore that mask.
Greece despised it.
It hid Turkey from the world.
It hid Turkey from him.
Turkey belonged to him, not to the mask.
Not the deceitful, evil, selfish mask that kept Turkey to it's own.
Whenever he and Turkey were alone, Greece made sure to remove the mask and claim his lover from it's grasp.
But afterwards, the mask always got back to it's place atop Turkey's nose, and Turkey was gone again.
Greece wished he were the other side of that mask, so he would get to stare into Turkey's gorgeous eyes.
He wasn't, though.
But maybe someday Turkey would take off the mask and show his true self to the world.
And they wouldn't have to keep any secrets anymore.
Maybe.