Turcan 2

"so did you give Matvey a lap dance?" Rusya asked curiously as the two old lovers sat down in the dining room with a morning drink; Rusya nursing a bottle of his beloved Votka and Sadik a small glass of water.
Turkiye rolled his eyes absently as he looked at the younger looking Nation he knew so well. "Hayir, but you can hand me my mask you took from the table." he said holding out his hand.
Ivan pouted. "Why would i have your mask, Sadik?" the cold man denied with the telltale twinkle in his purple eyes. Upstairs there was loud shouting- one sided from their perspective since Amerika was so loud in contrast with his brother.
The Islamic Nation could only sigh fondly. "I do hope you treat Amerika better than me, Sevgilim. Do i need to come take it from you?"
"Maybe" he smiled like a cute child.
Sadik sauntered over and unbuttoned Rusya's coat revealing his white mask squished in with the rusty pipe. The Russian smiled innocently when he pulled the sleepily dressed Turk into his lap with a satisfying oomph. "Sadik, you slipped!" the Slav giggled.
Too early for games the Turk slipped his mask on and tripped over to his own seat rather than stay in Rusya's arms. "Honestly," Sadik clucked his tongue. "Are you not with Amerika?" he pointed out.
Russia laughed at his lost game. "Maybe. It is fun but i do not only go for one person like you do... Although you can be a player, at times, da?" he said making them both chuckle. "But Alfred and i have been fucking for a long time. Since the CCCP, da?" Ivan confirmed looking at the put out and frustrated Amerikali standing in the door way.
"It smells like weed." he said crinkling his nose. "And seriously, what the hell is going on here?"
Mathieu trudged in looking more awake than before. "Stop sticking your nose in places that don't concern you." he mumbled automatically moving to make pancakes, a tradition between the two brothers ingrained in his routine. Though he chastised his brother he did glance sleepily at the two elders sitting calmly at the table. It made him feel good for some reason that Mathieu appeared a bit jealous. That was cute.
Rusya, however, seemed to find this a wonderful time to regale them all with the tale. The Amerikalı was pulled into his lap a bit unwillingly but the Ruski ignored the halfhearted protests. "You see, a long time ago in the years before Europe discovered you, the Ottoman Empire was competing with me for possession of the Black Sea and all that lie between us. If i remember right, Turkiye was the one to initiate things. I did not like him though so i hit him a lot, da? There was the thing over Armenia, you remember, and a lot of annoyances. But we warmed up eventually when i saw one of his special dances. You should see his lap dances~ he was worth all that money~~"
Turkiye coughed to put him back on track. If only he had known that night would be stuck in his head years afterwards he wouldn't have done it.
"Anyways, we signed a non-aggression pact for a long time when i was CCCP and Kemal headed up government. Then the second War came around while he was dealing with the Triple Entente and i saw him hanging out with that German pig, Ludwig, acting all nice. I got angry so i kicked him out and tried to take my lands with me but he had to argue, da?" he continued way over simplifying things. Ivan was acting like a child telling his friend about a cool toy he played with yesterday.
Sadik was obviously not pleased with the mention of this history in such a crude and gloating light. He had only been open to trade with Germany just like everyone else; Rusya was just Bipolar and paranoid. Or what is that Amerikali slang? An asshole. This was why they weren't together anymore. The Turk remained silent despite his rising anger. There was no need to make a scene over spilt milk, he told himself.
Amerika seemed wowed though. "Oh, that's when you joined NATO, right? I didn't know you were running away from Russia!" the blonde teen exclaimed looking at the masked man wide eyed.
"You should read your history, Amerika. It will get you far." Sadik answered flatly if not a little sarcastically. The guy hadn't even realized all those years ago? Why now of all times...
Before Amerika could launch into a rant about being a super smart hero, Mathieu whacked him upside the head with the plate of fluffy luscious pancakes smothered in Maple Syrup. The Amerikali quickly inhaled a full plate in less than five minutes while everyone else ate more appropriately. In fact, the three steady eaters seemed to put away almost as much as Amerika. Though said man was done twenty minutes before and bothering everyone else out of boredom. He never got quiet for the life of him.
"Well, i am glad you found someone that's into the S and M as much as you." Sadik congratulated sardonically to which Rusya replied simply:
"you seemed to like it. Little Greece and Egypt can certainly remember the old days."
Breakfast ended in mostly silence for the put off small Eurasian Nation. Too many confusing, happy, and angry memories were flooding him hearing the Rusyali's voice so close to him after all these years. He made it very clear he was messing with him too. Luckily, the oblivious Amerikali dragged him out of the house around noon after slipping something into the wintery Nation's pocket that caused them to smile and depart quickly.
Turkiye just blinked and looked over at the nigh transparent form of something washing dishes. After clearing his eyes he realized it was Kanada at the sink. He had almost disappeared there for a minute! "Mat-tyew..." he grinned stalking up to wrap his arms around the busy teen.
His soft kisses down the Kanadali's neck and jaw were received indifferently. The curly blonde hair just shifted into his face as the teen ignored his presence as if he were the invisible one. Well, he had been for a while in the eyes of those Europeans, but that time was over a while back. "Mat-ti?" Sadik tried again to call himself to attention. His hands slipped down to rub gently over Kanada's hips where his jeans were low slung from probably picking a pair of his brother's after the delightful wake up call.
When no answer came still he waited. His eyes searched the back of the Kanadali's head for answers to this cold treatment. Was he not a morning person? The dishes ran out and Mathieu was trapped there in Sadik's arms with no excuse for further ignorance. The Turk pressed into the unresponsive boy and grazed his lips over the shell of his ear. "Iyi misin?" he whispered softly with confusion colouring his voice. "Are you okay, Mat-tyew?"
Many minutes passed silently between them where neither spoke. Finally a small voice escaped into the air. "You are pretty good friends with Russia, eh?" Kanada more stated than asked. Sadik nodded against the boy's head, leaning over to nuzzle his neck.
"Is that bad?" The Kanadali shook his sunshiny mane slightly then, changing his mind, he nodded faintly. "We have not been together for a long time, Mat-tyew... Are you worried?" another confusing contradictive set of nods. "Sevgi, you must tell me if i am to understand çunku anlamiyorum." Sadik whispered gently, his natural language only barely uttered at the end.
His frail shoulders shook violently and Kanada flew around to face him in a flurry of movement. "why dont you just leave with your buddies, eh? You would want to celebrate a score and they probably bet something if you could screw me after one night!" he- in what one would call loud for him- shouted angrily. The Turk looked blankly at him giving the usually timid teen a chance to add in more. "and dont try to deny it. Alfie told me this morning that they told you to do that. You got your fuck, so just get off me and stop acting like you care!" Mathieu concluded in a red faced cry. There were tears sparkling in those flashing blue eyes. They spoke of anger, resentment, and betrayal.
Sadik shook his head slowly causing Mathieu to lose all his steam and just glare at him. "hayir... That's not what happened. I asked them how to be good friends with you, and they lied to me." the Mediterranean Nation defended a little hurt to be spoken of so. He expected it from Heracles and Elizaveta but not Mathieu.
"What about Egypt? Or Greece? You did stuff to them and they were only kids..." Mathieu retorted softly.
"Only by your standards now. At the time they were almost the human age for marriage and adulthood. And i never treated them badly..." unless they tried something against me, he tacked on in his mind. Now the kid was making him feel bad about old conquests. Great.
The poor kid looked totally distraught and nigh defeated when he offered up his last complaint. "And Russia... You guys still acted really close."
Sadik had to pause for a minute to gather his thoughts. Their relationship was rather hard to explain... "You remember when you torched Amerika's capital? And you are still good friends and brothers. Ivan is like that only for longer and with many more chances to be worse; but we still felt something for each other when it was over. The Armenian massacre was the end of that though. Afterwards we became completely... Platonic is the word, doğru mu? Right?" he attempted to articulate it in an inoffensive yet bare way. Hopefully Kanada could understand. It was over between him and the Rusyali.
Mathieu whimpered softly in a pitiful way that pulled even the stoutest heart string. Turkiye cupped his smooth cheek to pull him up to look him in the eye. "And i didn't say i loved you last night because its standard in that situation, i meant i was going to commit to a relationship because i feel like we could be companions for a long time. I was not lying then or now." Sadik said evenly. "Seni çok seviyorum, benim güzel güneş. J'taime."
A small excitedly hopeful smile crossed Kanada's face. "J'taime, Sadik."
And with that the Turk brought their lips together gently to share a long slow kiss. Nothing really special. Just a plain lip lock. But it satisfied both of them to the point of embracing quietly when they broke.

MADAM:

I WANT TO THANK MY BUDDY, HOMICIDAL OTAKU, WHO WHIPPED MY TURKISH INTO SHAPE LIKE THE BITCH IT IS. SHE IS AWESOME, GUYS.

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