Pairings: Turkey/Romania, slightly Romania/Bulgaria

Warnings: foul language, yaoi

Fan-made names: Romania-Vlad Ionescu, Bulgaria-Bogdan Georgiev

Characters thoughts are written in italics

I don`t own Hetalia characters


Author`s note: If some of you have read the fic `Islamic Nights`, then you will know what this is about. BUT, I`ve decided to rewrite it because I think it`s incomplete. The first three chapters will be almost the same as in the original fic, but things will change starting with chapter 4. The story will be longer too. So I`m hoping that this fanfic will be better than the original. If not, then I really am a bad writter; but since I don`t make a living out of this and just write for pleasure, it shouldn`t be such a tragedy :).

Now, on with the story!


"Dudes, now that all the chairs have been filled by people from all corners of the Earth, I say we can start the World Meeting! Today we`ll be talking about Economy and what we can do to make it work!" said a very eager America. "Here`s what we`ll do: we`ll build in each country some of this giant thingies with propellers Japan kept mentioning about, then we…"

This guy is starting to get on my nerves, thought Sadik Adnan, sitting at the table beside the other nations. The meeting has just begun and Turkey was already bored. He wasn`t even interested in what the "Hero" was going to say next. He started to look at the persons around the table. There was an empty chair where Canada probably was, since few people could actually see him, France sitting near with his "Rape Face" directed towards Britain, some Asians (China, South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong), Belgium with her brother Netherlands, scary Russia, Spain, Jerkules (Greece) sleeping as usual, the Italian brothers bickering, Germany writing something on his papers, Bulgaria and…

Sadik was staring at a person from across the table that looked familiar in a strange way, but didn`t know who could be. Why haven`t I noticed him by now? Maybe because I was busy talking with Japan before the meeting started.

"Hey champ, who is that guy beside Bulgaria?" he asked Kiku from his left.

"Oh, you are asking about the one dressed in a red trench coat and wearing a small hat? That would be Romania" answered Japan.

Romania? I haven`t seen him since he declared his Independence a long time ago! He sure changed since then, said Turkey to himself. The Romania he knew from his days as the Ottoman Empire was just a small lad with shabby clothes, but with a fiery temper when provoked. Turkey smiled as he remembered some of the tantrums the child use to have and how hard it was to control him. Now he turned into a charming young man with shaggy strawberry blond hair, eyes the color of blood, a pearl-like earring on his left ear and a small fang on the left side of his mouth. I never knew red would fit him so well, said Turkey dreamily, then tried to get out of his daze. What has gotten into me? Since when is that troublemaker charming anyway? I must be going nuts. But the more he looks at him, the more intrigued he becomes by his persona. He couldn`t put his finger on it, but Romania has that "something" that tells you to look at him. He is quite handsome after all, in a strange way… he didn`t dare finish THAT thought. STOP with this MADNESS already! GRRR, I must stop thinking of him like that! I need some fresh air.

Luckily, America decided to have a break shortly after. Sadik rose from his chair and walked out of the room in a hurry. He stood outside of the building for a while admiring the view. They have decided to have the meeting in Paris, of all places. Hmpff, the sassy atmosphere from this city is getting to my head. Maybe that`s why I don`t feel like myself today. Eventually, he returned to the chamber, only to find Romania talking in a corner with Bulgaria and laughing at a joke he just said. He has a nice laugh.

"Okay everybody, the break is over so please take your seats so we can continue from were we left" said America. "So, where were we? Ah, yes, as I was saying earlier…"

After a few more hours of boredom, the meeting has finally finished and everybody could go home.

"Don`t forget, the second meeting will be after five weeks in Vienna!"

"Yes, yes, we know America" said Britain before leaving the room, a cunning France sneaking behind him.

Sadik couldn`t wait to have a hot bath when he gets home. It has been a long day indeed. My back hurts like hell.


Back in Turkey, after a long bath and a hot meal, Sadik returned to his chambers and started getting ready for bed. Undressing himself, but letting his pants on, he climbed in his bed and closed his eyes.

That night he dreamed of a pair of red eyes belonging to a person that was in bed with him, naked. The male, as it appears to be, was kissing him while his hands were running all over his body. Sadik moans as the man slowly starts kissing his bare chest, then goes south until he reaches his navel, licking that area in a sensual way. For a moment, those red eyes were staring at him, before the man opened his mouth and engulfed his cock with it. Sadik was tossing in bed as that talented mouth continued to suck him until all rational thoughts left him. All there was left were him and the strange male that was driving him to oblivion. He was slowly reaching his peak, and with a scream he came, spreading his seeds in the man`s mouth. "VLAD!" The male drank all of it, then raised his head to look at him with his red eyes, a smile on his face as he licked his lips. "I`m glad you remember me, my conqueror."


Turkey woke with a start, perspiration on his body and his underwear wet from the dream. He looked around the room to see if someone else was here, but there was no one else beside himself. Sadik calmed his breathing and looked down to see the evidence of what has happened during the night. I can`t believe I had a wet dream! This hasn`t happened in a long time.

With a sigh, he steps out of bed and heads to the bathroom to clean himself.

His home is more like a palace than an ordinary house, with a big bedroom for him, four guest rooms, a grand bathroom, a dining room, a library, wine cellars, a gym, a entertainment room, a kitchen in which he never enters (having servants bringing food to him in his chambers instead), chambers where his servants and concubines are currently living (he considers having a number of women living under the same roof with him something normal, since the palace was big enough for all of them and they were happy with the idea anyway) and other rooms not worth mentioning. A garden with fountains from place to place and orange trees that block the hot Sun rays surrounds the building. Guards were in and outside of the palace doing their rightful job.

Almost every room in his home has a bathroom, but this time Turkey feels like using the bigger one instead. Only he and some servants that maintain it have access to it. This bathroom is luxurious in every way. It resembles a not too deep square-shaped swimming pool with taps in one end and a small fountain in the middle (the fountain consists of an alabaster basin supported by the figures of twelve lions in white marble, much like the Fountain of Lions in Alhambra). Mosaic paintings of exotic birds and flowers are on the walls. Behind the pool there is a large stained glass that allows sunlight to bathe the room in harmonious colors.

Sadik lets the water fill the pool and steps in it after letting his dirty pants and underwear on the floor. He starts cleaning himself with a sponge and aromatic soap then relaxes after a while in the calm water. His thoughts lead him to his dream from last night. Who was in bed with him? That naked stranger that made him feel so aroused and eager for more of his touch.

Then it hits him.

Those red eyes… Only two persons that he knows have those eyes, and one of them isn`t even a nation anymore.

Oh, fuck.

He had a wet dream about Vlad Ionescu, the Romanian he saw at the meeting!

To Be Continued...