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Turkey and Greece were currently stationed in Greece's mother's ruins. Greece's cats were surrounding them, making Turkey really annoyed. He sneezed again, darn those cats. How was he supposed to know that he was allergic to them? Why did nations have to be allergic to things like this too? If only he could get rid of them without Greece being upset. Then again, more would probably appear anyways, it's like they were attracted to them.
Turkey once again smiled down fondly at the sleeping man's head resting on his lap. Stroking his hair fondly he thought of the emotional rollercoaster they went on to get to this position right here. Things were still as they always were though, they still fought constantly and always argued over who got spend time with Japan. Still Greece had become a lot more emotional and open now around Turkey, it was so good to know. The insults they always used on each other were now more of an endearment also. Then there were those rare times when they showed their affection openly, like that first meeting when they got together. That was when he started thinking about the days raising him and frowned.
Sure, he never really did anything too horrible to him, but it was still pretty rough on the younger. How could Greece even stand to be in the same room as him? Unwittingly he pulled Greece up onto his lap and was squeezing him in a type of death-grip. This caused the man being squished to wake up.
"Hey, old geezer, do you mind loosening your grip?" Greece mumbled, jolting Turkey out of his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry," Turkey apologized in a distant voice.
Greece noticed this and frowned. Turkey wasn't supposed to be the distant one, he was.
"What's wrong?" Greece asked, perplexed, but never letting it show on his face or in his voice.
"Nothing, just thinking," Turkey said, now officially brought out of his thoughts of the past.
"About…"Greece pressed.
"When I raised you," Turkey muttered quietly.
At those words Greece had a sharp intake of breath. He remembered those days clearly, very clearly.
"I can't help it. I'm sorry Hera, so sorry. I never meant those things back then-" Greece held up a hand to silence him. Turkey sounded so helpless and yes, sorry. This wasn't right.
Turkey stared into his lover's stoic face. His own so hopeless.
"It's okay. I hated those years, and during those years I hated you." Turkey visibly flinched. "But, that was then, not now. After all, now is what matters. Also the fact that I can see that you hated those years as much as me and love me now as much as I love you." The entire time Greece only let his mask slip once, but that one time was enough for Turkey to see that Greece meant what he said.
Turkey brought him back to the death squeeze from before while tickling him. Greece struggled and then started laughing.
"L-let go and s-stop t-tickling me, y-you old g-geezer!" Greece managed in between laughs.
Strangely enough, soon a full out tickling war broke out. After a few minutes of laughter and flailing limbs Greece came out on top of Turkey. He was straddling him with a large grin and flush of his face.
"Now who's the one on top?" Greece teased.
"Me," Turkey growled and flipped them over to him being on top.
Greece laughed again and brought his head up to kiss Turkey on the lips.
As this was going on they didn't notice a pair of dark brown eyes watching them from behind some fallen ruins, creepily enough.
Enough, he raged in his head. I will not let this go on any longer!
As the couple went inside to a small cottage they had built because Greece spent so much time there, Turkey carrying Greece, he was fuming. There was no way he could let that Grecian have Turkey, no way at all.
The next day, Turkey and Greece got a visitor. It was around noon-time and they were having their normal argument over what to have for lunch. They were going to have soup and Turkey want Chorba, Greece wanted Fasolada.
"Chorba's disgusting, I say we have Fasolada," Greece said for the millionth time in a stoic voice, but his anger was quickly rising.
"It is not. Chorba looks perfectly appetizing! It's your Fasolada that looks and tastes disgusting!" Turkey shouted even though he secretly loved the Grecian's food.
Greece opened his mouth to reply once more when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Greece said instead.
He walked over to the door to see Egypt standing there on the doorstep smiling.
"Hello," He said.
"Hello Egypt, how are you?" Greece asked.
"I'm doing well," Egypt answered.
"That's good. Now, why are you here?" Greece questioned. He'd seen the looks Egypt had been giving him at that meeting, and it hadn't been good.
This was when Turkey came to the door to see who it was.
"I'm sorry," Turkey apologized. "He's really a straight to the point type of person."
"It's quite alright," Egypt said, smiling now. Greece thought maybe he was starting to understand. "I just stopped by to say hello." Greece's eyes narrowed, since when did Egypt stop by to just 'say hello'?
"Oh, and what great timing you have. We are just about to eat lunch, would you like to stay and have some with us?" Turkey asked.
"I would love to." Egypt skillfully avoided Greece's gaze.
"Come right in," Greece said, Egypt just nodded to him and stepped inside.
"Now," Turkey said with a sly look at Greece. "Would you rather have some delicious Chorba or Fasolada?"
Greece gave a snort.
"I would like some Chorba actually," Egypt answered.
"Alright, have a seat at the table while I make some," Turkey said warmly, this was one of his best friends after all.
They ate a fairly comfortable lunch and Greece had to admit, the Chorba wasn't that bad. Fasolada still would've been much better. Afterwards they all went to the sitting room to have tea.
"Alright, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Turkey announced and walked out the door leaving Egypt and Greece alone.
During this time, while Greece wasn't looking, Egypt slipped something into his tea.
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