They'd met by accident and yet it did nothing to stop the romance growing even while they were young.
It would be years yet before they actually got together though Turkey's frequent visits then were frowned upon greatly by Sweden.
Sadiq had found her as mysterious and beautiful as possible; she'd been just a child, but there was something about her quiet nature that had Sadiq hooked.
He hadn't managed to be brave enough to ask her out then, and so years tick by and they both grew up.
Their was still something about her, and it didn't take long since she'd become independent from Sweden for Turkey to move in and become her other half, so easily as if he was meant to.
Even now as they held hands and hundreds of years had passed, and they neared their hundredth anniversary of being together, Sadiq could not believe how things had went from a crush hundreds of years ago to a full blown relationship just last century.
In a few years, he could celebrate hundred years with Norway and due to their now diplomatic relations, others would accept a hundred years as they've accepted all of these years.
He smiled at the way her pale fingers looped around his tan ones as he stared at the woman who had grown up so much from that little girl.
She was braver, much more stubborn, and she really did actively participate in the world.
It never did help for everything her worldliness did, and he still could not get over her relations with England especially around Christmas time.
She had almost fully laughed at him, the first time he'd brought it up, and insisted that England was just a good friend and that he'd always be just that.
Norway had told him after all that she wouldn't have spent a hundred years with someone she didn't love, and she certainly would not have stayed with the man that she'd first fallen for when she was a girl if she didn't truly have feelings for him.
She'd never been naive, and Sadiq smiled as he realized yet again how lucky he was.