After all these years of hating that damn Turk, I never thought it would end up like this. Plastered against the couch of my own home. I hate this feeling...

It all started during a world meeting. Germany was trying to quiet everyone down as usual. France and England were fighting, while America blabbed on as usual. Everything was in place and normal. Except one thing. That damn Turk!

He was just...starring at me. His chin was nicely placed in the palm of his hand, his mouth slightly open and neutral. Behind that white mask of his, I could see his eyes. So calm and gentle. Why was he looking at me like that? Why the hell was he looking at me with so much kindness?
I got up and walked over to him. No one would notice me through the ruckus of the meeting, anyways. What? Oh, I was right in front of him now, and I didn't notice.
"Yo, Greece, I said 'what do you want?'" I didn't answer. Before I knew it, my hand swung through the air and went right across his face.

"Stop starring at me, you damn Turk..!" I almost yelled. I went and sat back down in my seat, undisturbed.

After the rest of the meeting, I stayed back, since I was putting something together for Germany.
"Greece..?" I heard a familiar voice. Sigh...it's Turkey.
"What do you want? I'm busy right now." I replied, hesitating a bit.
"I just need to ask you something. I don't need your help or anything."

"Whatever you say, but just don't distract me too much."
He closed in on me. My back feeling a sharp pain from the wood table behind me.
"What are you-"
"Just be quiet."
Before I knew it, my lips were touching his, my hands pinned down by those big, muscular arms. It all went by too fast. My heart Was beating too fast. Yet I still didn't break away from him. For some reason, I felt sad when he broke off.
"I..I gotta go..."
He quickly ran out, leaving me behind. Still on this hard table.

It was already two whole days since that...incident. I don't want to call him. And he won't call me. Oh well, It's not that I care.

Four days already! I couldn't take it anymore! I stomped over to the door and opened it. Crash! I bumped into someone?
"Oh, hey..." It was Turkey.
"What the hell do you want?" My face was trying to stay angry, but I couldn't. Sigh...
"I came to apologize! Don't just talk to me like that! Can I come in, at least?"
I grunted and moved out of the way as he walked in. Damn him. Why did he really come here? I decided to wait and see.
"I hear you've been locked in here by yourself for days."
I ignored him and sat on the couch.
"What the hell?!""
The damn Turk sat on me! We were face to face.

After all these years of hating that damn Turk, I never thought it would end up like this. Plastered against the couch of my own home. I hate this feeling...but, I just can't handle myself. Before I can register what happened, my lips were already connected to Turkey's.
He grabbed my sides and slid his hands down to my thighs. Oh my god! I know what he's doing! He's-!
I suddenly pull away. He frowns as I try pushing him off. He stood up and walked to the door.
"This isn't the last time, Greece.." He walked out and left me again...
Just me and my confused self.