When Egypt awoke, he did not remember where he was and even only vaguely recalled who he was. He was lying aboard the deck of a vessel he recognized as one of his own merchant ships, but manning the ship however were strangely dressed men calling to each other in a strange tongue Egypt did not understand. Their faces were honest and friendly, the sweat of their hard work shining upon their brow like a crown. When they did fight with one another it was passionate and playful just as two young lions play to sharpen their skills in hunting.
These men went about their duties ignoring Egypt though he was lying in their way. It seems as though someone had ordered them to stay their distance, and even as this thought crossed Egypt's mind there was a shout and the men hurried to acquiesce to two extravagantly dressed men approaching Egypt from the ship's cabin. Egypt's eyes widening as he recognized one of the men as his captor from the previous night. He said nothing, merely piercing him with those beautiful green eyes. The man accompanying uttered something in that strange language and turned to leave. Egypt could see the cruel smile in the eyes of his captor as he coerced Egypt to descend into the bowels of the ship. Egypt obediently followed, after all, no wise man argues against a blade.
As they descended Egypt noticed the lavish decorations within the ship's interior. Silks covering the wooden walls, ornate carpets covering the cold floors, pillows and pouffes of all imagined shape and color strewn about low tables. A strange device sat upon one of the tables, and as it smoldered a sickly sweet scent wafted out of it. Egypt was so curious as to the nature of this device that he hesitated for a split second before he realized what he had done. The Ottoman Empire did not lash out or harm him however, but instead glanced back and laughed. Egypt started at the sound as it was the first time he had heard his captor's voice. It was a deep, rich uproarious sound filled with joy and passion for life even if it was marked by a slight cruelty. The Empire barked a command toward the deck and a man hurried in and picked up the device and followed quietly behind as they continued further into the ship.
When they reached a beautifully carved threshold the man following them hurried in and placed the device on a beautiful low table and rushed back out before he incurred the Ottoman Empire's wrath upon himself. The Empire ushered Egypt in and had him sit on one of the many pillows surrounding the table. Egypt glanced about the room once, noticing how much more lavish (if that was even possible) this room was from the others they passed on their way here. His contemplation was interrupted by the Empire leaning heavily on him from behind as he reached out over Egypt to take the long tube in his hand. Egypt shuddered in alarm as the Empire circled one arm around Egypt's stomach before offering him the pipe with the other hand. With slight reluctance so as not to anger the Empire he took the pipe in his hand. Egypt fought to keep his composure as the Ottoman Empire traced his lower lip with a gloved thumb before forcing it into his mouth. Only when Egypt moved the pipe to his lips did the other nation withdraw his hand.
With rising anxiety Egypt closed his lips around the cool pipe and sucked in the smoke. He was immediately after coughing heavily and doubling over. The Ottoman Empire laughed heartily and muttered something in his strange tongue before placing his gloved hand upon Egypt's chest and patting it lightly. Egypt looked into the Empire's eyes in confusion. The other nation took in a deep breath and let it out so that Egypt could feel it against his back. Egypt understood and lifted the pipe to his mouth once again. This time he breathed in deeply and let the smoke fill his lungs before he exhaled it slowly. He did not know how to describe the feeling sweeping over him but he did notice his anxiety fading as quickly as his reason. He breathed it again much to the amusement of the Empire. The Empire had him continue until he was so deprived of his senses that he did not notice his clothes melting away from him piece by piece. He was in such a state of euphoria that he did not protest much when the Empire picked him up and carried him to an inner chamber separated from the other room by a curtain. He did not try to escape when he was placed in the Turk's large soft bed, and even looked on slightly lustfully when the Empire began to disrobe himself. He did not struggle when the Empire mounted him in the bed and began conquering every fiber of his being with every touch and soft kiss. Hours into the night he even clung to his captor and cried out in burning passion for the Turk, who endeavored to satiate the nation's lust until both collapsed upon each other and fell to slumber as they were.
And so Egypt became part of the Ottoman Empire.
