I know a lot of people may not support this pairing, but I think it is totally awesome. For all of you who like, enjoy!

Chpt.1

Where is that bastard? Turkey thought as he walked around looking for him. He had spent the entire day with Japan and hadn't been bother once, ONCE. It was just unnatural and for some reason pissed him off. Which led to him looking for him now.

Not that he was worried or anything, he told himself. Of course he was lying to himself, he cared about him. After all, he was his former charge. That was all, he told himself. Couldn't possibly be anything else.

He had already checked a near-by meadow and was going towards the Greecian's ruins. As he neared them he saw a lump on one of the stones. That must be Greece, Turkey thought and ran down to go see him. Sure enough there was a sleeping Heracles.

He tried to gently shake him awake, calling his name softly. When that didn't work he shook him harder. It still didn't work and was frustrated. He was about to walk away when he noticed the Greek looked a bit flushed. He put his hand on the younger man's forehead. He was burning up and had a fever.

Worried, he picked him up bridal style and carried him to his car which was parked beyond the meadow. Greece stirred in his arms and opened his eyes a sliver.

"W-what are you d-doing? L-let me d-down, o-old man." Greece was shivering now.

"You have a fever, now calm down. I'm taking you to my place."

"B-but, my m-mother's ruins. I c-can't leave them, n-need to p-protect…" Greece's eyes slowly fell closed and fell asleep again.

Turkey frowned. The sooner he got him home the better.

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Greece woke up with a slight headache and dry mouth. He sat up and looked around. He recognized where he was immediately. How could he not after he spent his time as a young nation here? He heard footsteps approaching and looked as the door to his old bedroom opened to reveal Sadik, otherwise known as Turkey.

"What am I doing here?" Greece asked in his usual calm manner even though he was burning with fury inside.

"I see you're awake then," Turkey commented in a humorless voice. "Is that all the thanks I get for helping you out when you were sick."

"Sick, I do not recall being sick."

"I found ya asleep in yer ruins. You had a fever and so I brought ya here."

"You can't have possibly have been worried about me, could you."

"No! Of course not!" Turkey yelled quickly losing his anger.

"Ah, I see, Then what am I doing here?"

"I couldn't let all the time I spent on ya as a kid go to waste could I?"

"Argh, you old geezer. I don't suppose you have any water, do you?"

Turkey laughed at his sudden change in demeanor.

"It's right there on the bed side table."

Greece flushed at not seeing it earlier and muttered a little thank you. He picked it up and practically drank it all up in one gulp. He looked longingly at the cup when it was empty.

"I'll go get you some more."

Turkey left the room to go get some more water and Greece sat there, thinking.

How did he find me, he never goes to my mother's ruins. Was he… searching for me or something? No, he hates me. His heart gave a sharp pang at that. Even though he always gave the pretense that he hated the man, he really did like him. He didn't know when it had started or how it could've happened. During his childhood the man didn't do anything for me, wasn't even that nice most of the time.

He took you in, a small voice reminded him.

But he was required to.

He wasn't required to help you, but he did. He could have left you there.

He stopped there, his mind was spinning and he didn't think he could take anymore of this. The best thing for him to do was leave.

Turkey walked in with a pitcher of water then and refilled his glass. He left the pitcher besides him and didn't seem to know what to do. So, he decided to sit down on a chair near the door. He watched Greece curiously.

Greece finished his water and stood up. He moved to the door and left Turkey by himself in the room.

Turkey got up and followed him as he moved to the front door. His eyes widened he didn't want Greece to leave.

"Greece, Heracles!" He shouted, hoping to stop the young man.

Greece flinched at the sound of his name and looked back at Turkey with regret. He then turned back to the door and left.

Turkey froze when Greece looked back at him.

Was that regret? No, it couldn't have been, he never shows any emotion let alone regret.

The door closed with a small noise and he looked up.

"Hera," he whispered.

He sighed and sat down on the couch in his living room. He needed to think.

Sorry the chapter's so short. All of them are going to be.