A/N: TurkIce.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
"What the hell is this?" The tone of voice was low, but they could both still hear it perfectly well, for it cut through the room, cold and filled with suspicions.
The two that the question had been directed at shifted slightly, glancing at each other before the younger one spoke up. Or, well, he tried to at least, but quickly faltered under the glare.
They'd agreed that the younger male should be the one to tell, that it would be for the best for all of them and would probably solve things a lot quicker, but right now? Right now, Turkey could see that it would be up to him to calm the Norwegian man down.
Lightly squeezing Iceland's hand, he pulled away from him and rose into a standing position, staring Norway down, "Exactly what it looks like. Well, kind of. I'm dating your brother."
Then again, Turkey thought to himself an hour later as he stared at the door that had just been slammed in his face, that might not have been the best way to tell the obviously overprotective brother.
Especially not considering they'd been half-naked on the couch when he caught them.
