(A/N: I noticed that Turkey's cat species are forgotten. So, I wrote… this. I might have made grammar or vocabulary mistakes. I apologize if I have offended anybody.)
Sadık's face had an annoyed expression. He focused his gaze on Heracles' eyes. Heracles couldn't help but smirk- Sadık did look funny when he was annoyed. He made a mental note to annoy the Turk later.
"HEY!" Sadık yelled, this time not caring about other countries' unwanted attention. The world meeting had ended five minutes –well, approximately five minutes… Heracles had lost track of time- ago, but since the lazy cat lover had slept through the whole conference, he hadn't noticed that it had ended. There were still a few countries in the huge hall, talking about politics and all that boring topics –they weren't boring for Heracles, but fatal for Sadık-, and as you've guessed many of them were staring at Sadık openly.
Sadık loved attention, but not this way.
Heracles stared at Sadık lazily. He blinked a few times. This was his way of nodding. Sadık looked a lot more annoyed than he used to beforehand but he didn't start scolding Heracles.
Heracles was impressed. Wow. Sadık was somehow tolerating him. Normally, he was supposed to scold Heracles about not acting like he could actually move and how boring it was to be around him. No matter how much Sadık loved to complain, he'd always be around Heracles, though. Well, maybe not always, but sometimes.
Right now he was acting super calm. Heracles knew that what he had just thought of was wrong since Sadık didn't actually look like he could stand still, but this was still an improvement. This also meant that what he was about to say was really important. Heracles didn't like that.
Most of the time, Sadık acted tolerant when he wanted something, and, just to clarify, not this tolerant.
"I was talking to E-Iceland and he said that you loved cats more than I did," he said. He had confused Emil's name and had accidentally used his human name instead of country name, but he had corrected the mistake instantly. Heracles wouldn't have bothered to if he were Sadık.
Well, as for what Heracles had in store for that comment… It took a little time for his words to register, and when they did, Heracles' face went from calm to annoyed.
He actually didn't notice how embarrassed Sadık looked, but, you know, his white mask did hide his facial expression. On the other hand, the abrupt change in Heracles' face was crystal clear to Sadık and he chuckled a bit. Heracles paid no mind to that. Sadık was annoying and nosy 7/24, he had gotten used to the tease.
"You're wrong about that. I can't sleep without hugging my cats," Heracles claimed, not feeling embarrassed about declaring the fact that he liked cuddling his cats. To him, it was normal. To other countries, it was extreme. To Sadık, it was lesser.
Obviously. The guy was a daredevil, after all.
"Well, I don't have rat problems because there are equal amount of cats and pigeons in my capital and İstanbul," Sadık said proudly. Considering that his place was technically flooding with pigeons, that was a bit hard to believe. "But, as for my cats… Four of them are pregnant and I sing to them when I come home from work." Actually, Sadık felt a bit embarrassed about that because his voice was terrible though he could play ud - a proper English translation of ud would be "lute"- just fine. Also, the songs he sang to his cats were actually ballads and most of them were sad in general.
This wasn't something Sadık was proud of…
Oh. And, as for why Sadık thought that singing to his cats was more extreme, let me explain: Cats are extremely fluffy and cute creatures. İf you tame them properly, you can treat them like plush animals. Also, they like to cuddle, too. As for singing… A cat doesn't like standing still, right? Well, unless it's sleepy, anyways.
"Oh…" Heracles said. Even that sound had taken a few seconds to let out. Actually, the Greek man was moving in slow motion and his speaking was painfully slow. "But you don't eat with them, right? I mean, at the same table…" He looked at his former arch-enemy, patiently waiting for an answer.
Actually, Sadık hadn't thought about that. At all. I mean… Singing to your pregnant cats wasn't that extreme. However, Sadık could eat with them, if he wanted to, but his cats weren't well behaved. They were only a tiny bit wild and they'd probably end up eating from Sadık's plate just because they were curious about how it tasted like. Even though Sadık had put the same thing to their bowls. His cats were like that. Killjoy.
For that reason, Sadık had made sure that none of them were near the dining table whenever he ate something. He'd have to withdraw.
"…In that case, I'm afraid Iceland's right about you," Sadık said. "If I let mine sit at the same table as me, they'd end up eating from my plate." He smiled awkwardly.
"Mine do, too," Heracles said. He had a natural expression on his face. Sadık blinked in surprised. What? So, Heracles just let them? Wow. Heracles' love for his cats was on an entirely different level.
"You know what," Sadık said energetically. "I'll show you my cat species if you come over, kid." He grinned. He was proud of his Van and Angora cats. He really didn't know how someone could confuse those two species.
This time, Heracles nodded properly. He had no idea why he did that, though. Why wasn't he angry at Sadık for calling him a kid? Again, he had no idea, however, he was looking forward to their meeting. It wasn't because he wanted to see Sadık.
It was because of the cats.