"But why? I'm helping you!" Shouts back Israel.
"No, you're not! You just getting yourself an overdose of… Iran, I can't believe you brought me into this for your selfish needs!"
"Oh… I'm the selfish one here? You're the one who insisted on this in the first place, I told you we wouldn't find nothing and still you couldn't accept it."
"We haven't found anything because you are to busy in other affairs than really concentrate on finding something!"
"Fine!" She pushes him away looking seriously around the area. "You want dirty socks I find you dirty socks." She speaks crawling to cheek down the bed again.
"Finally." Sighs Saudi turning to Iran's wardrobe and look carefully around.
Iran was very organized, more than he expected and he didn't have many clothes to explore although he couldn't avoid noticing the taste of Iran for dark clothes. If not black, almost everything was darker, dark green, dark red, dark blue, … only some white and colourful pieces that he never cared much to wear in public.
"Iran really likes dark clothes." He speaks out loud to Israel.
"Only since the revolution." Comments Israel searching being the paintings and posters.
"I don't quite remember how he used to be before, only that he wasn't so grumpy."
"Oh… He used to be much more, nicer, more calm, a bit unstable sometimes but a great company, and he loved the wear colourful clothes, but not like Oman. I guess it kinda reflects how he feels inside nowadays."
"That's why I wear white most of the time." Speaks with vanity shaking the white ivory clothes. Israel turns around to look at him, especially his clothes.
"Well, you two really oppose even on that. Is white your favourite colour?"
"It could be, but no. Do you want to know which his?"
"Why not?"
"It's green."
"Why?"
"I can't explain, it's a colour that gives me peace to watch, so much that almost 100% of my flag is that colour."
"It that case I have no doubt you are the biggest lover of green. Do you want to guess which is mine?"
"No." He turns serenely his back on her.
"Come on! Why're you like this?! In case you haven't notice, I'm being NICE! Don't you know what that is? BEING NICE?" Saudi sighs looking back to her with a sleepy face.
"Tell me your favourite colour then."
"No, you have to guess!" Saudi shouts again more loudly.
"I wasn't taught to be nice and patient at this high levels Israel, just go straight to the answer."
"Fine, fine." She groans. "You not funny… It's blue."
"What a surprise." He speaks sarcastically turning around again.
"Well you weren't smart enough to guess it!"
Meanwhile, with Emirates and Iran.
"Why did you invite Turkey? I thought you and Saudi had a tense relationship with him." Asks calmly Iran observing Turkey beating Greece's back and doing him a massage while speaking loud and laughing with Greece's agony face.
"Technically, I also have a tense relationship with you and I still invited you, so why not him?" Asks Emirates looking at him with a soft smile while relaxing on the warm water.
"I know but… It was inevitable for Turkey to invite more people, always is."
"Hey! Who stole my soap?!" Shouts Egypt skating on the wet ground to near the Turkey.
"I borrowed it." He answers showing the used soap on his hand.
"No you didn't!"
"Oi amigos!" Shouts Spain appearing being a curtain. "I didn't get late, did I?"
"Spain! What the hell are you doing here?!" Shouts Turkey pointing at him.
"Why with that ugly face Turquía? Greece invited me."
"What?! Why you invited that idiot?!" He shouts throwing the soap at Greece's head.
"My soap!" Shouts Egypt trying to grab it but ends up sliding on the ground against Spain, ending up falling in another pool of hot water.
"See? This's what I was talking about." Speaks Iran to Emirates covering his ears because of Turkey's loud laughs.
"Damn, you're right." Emirates follows his gesture but laughs at Spain and Egypt's fall.
"Anyway, I'm really surprised for this invitation." Speaks Iran taking the hands out of his ears when Turkey stopped laughing to help the other two to get out of the water.
"Why so?" Asked Emirates observing Spain and Egypt pulling Turkey by force into the water while Greece laid still on a stone stretcher with a relaxing look, almost sleepy.
"Well, Saudi might beat you if he finds out, like he beats everyone who dares to speak or spend some time with me." He speaks looking aside when he heard a big Splash.
"You're over reacting, Saudi isn't that rough, you know? He might be a little tense and fanatic but… He does what he thinks it's best… Hey, aren't you by any chance touching my toes?" Asks Emirates noticing something scratching him inside the water.
"No, I thought it was you doing it to me." They both look down the pool to where they felt the scratching just to find another person they didn't notice before, someone who was totally submerged except for half of his face and whose eyes stared at them suspiciously.
"Ahhh!" Shouts Emirates jumping from the water and grabbing Iran's arm to get out but he stood quiet surprised with the incoming presence.
"What are you screaming at stronzo?" He speaks inside the water, with the same stare, and making bubbles in the water while speaking.
"Who are you?" Asks Iran not recognizing him.
"Romano!" Shouts Spain jumping to their pool and grabbing by surprise Italy's brother.
"Ahhh! Let me go spagnolo stupido!" Shouts Romano trying to push Spain away but he only tightens more his hug.
Emirates and Iran look at them uneasily not knowing how to react.
"Is that Italy?" Asks Iran at Emirates's ear.
"No, it's his brother from the south, Romano." Iran looks surprised back to them.
"What the hell is this? You two come here by surprise to show yourselves hugging each other all naked?" Groans Turkey appearing from nowhere aside to Emirates scarring the shit out of Emirates.
"Must be a European thing." Mumbles Egypt also appearing inside the pool without anyone noticing.
"Shut up Turchia!" Shouts Romano.
"Hey! You're saying we're weirdos? You're the ones who have the habit of inviting other men to go out for public baths, like that wasn't the real weird thing." Shouts Spain.
"I don't see anything strange about it." Speaks calmly Egypt. "It's a great way of socializing."
"Yeah!" Agrees Turkey. "You're the ones who turn out this all weird with your hugs!"
"I'm starting to feel weird with just them around." Plays Iran looking at Emirates with complicity, who only laughs.
"Well, it's thanks to that attitude of yours that you can not enter the EU." Speaks Spain making Turkey grit his teeth.
"In that case… Give me a hug!" He shouts running in the water to Spain with open arms frighting Spain to the bone.
"Ahhh! No Turquía! Not you!" He shouts running to every side to run away from the Turkish.
"Stop! You're moving all the water!" Shouts Emirates grabbing Iran again. "You're the weirdos here!"
Back to Israel and Saudi Arabia in Iran and Iraq's room.
"Did you find something?" Asks Saudi sighing after looking up inside some boxes inside the wardrobe. He looks back at her, annoyed again for finding her laid down in Iran's bed instead of searching for anything.
"No…" Answers Israel numb looking focused towards the ceiling.
"Israel! What're you doing again?!" He shouts walking to her side with his hands closed in fists to control his anger.
"I'm tired, can we go now?" She asks with a melancholic voice.
"What about the dirty socks?!" Israel turns her eye gaze to him with an annoyed look.
"Here's your dirty socks!" She shouts throwing at his face real socks.
"AAHHG! You're so gross Israel!" He shouts throwing away the socks. "I don't even know who that belongs to."
"What does it mater?" She asks in the same tone as before.
"I didn't come this far to give up… I haven't even found an electronic device of him, how is this possible?"
"Electronic device?" Repeats Israel lifting from the bed. "Oh my God you right! We haven't found not even a computer or a laptop, and I'm sure he has one 'cause I already saw him caring it."
"So where is it?"
"I don't know, but he didn't leave with a laptop so it must be here… In some very good hiding place." She mumbles jumping from the bed and continues searching more motivated. "I knew he'd be this smart, enough, he almost took us by fools."
"You mean, he took you by a fool 'cause I was sure he was hiding something."
"Search behind the desk and the comfy, he must have it hidden somewhere."
"I'm searching…" Speaks Saudi moving the desk enough to look behind while Israel looked slim behind him. "Wait! I see something!" He shouts trying to reach deeper with his arm behind the desk. After a long effort he reaches the object and withdraws it for Israel to see, who looks apprehensive at it.
"What is that?" She asks.
"It looks like a black notebook, it should be important for him to keep it so well hidden." He grins. "Let's see what you got hidden in here Iran…" He spoke opening it very carefully.
Israel looks at him eager to know what they have discovered after so much effort. Saudi does not react at the beginning, keeping focused on the content of the notebook, making Israel's curiosity increase even more. With a frustrated look, Saudi looks away to her, who does not understand his passive and annoyed reaction.
"It's porn." He speaks calmly.
"What?!" He shouts crawling to his side to take a peek.
"It's just porn!" He shouts again showing her the material. "I can't believe Iran has this type of crap in his room, and I wasted my time just to find it!" He throws the fake notebook to Israel who keeps peeling the pages. "It was already bad to know he was a stupid egocentric idiot, now I found out he is a pervert too! I'll never ever let him spend one second more with my sister ever again!"
He gets away from Israel frustrated for their wasted time and failure in finding what they so wanted, he looks back to Israel, who strangely seem interested in the magazine.
"Are you enjoying it Zionist?" He asks not caring about how much Israel hated that word. She didn't even reacted for his frustration, still focused and turning page and page, like she was actually interested in the contest of the immoral magazine. "Well, at least one of us is having fun…" He sighs turning his back on her but a push in his thwab makes him turn back one more time.
"This isn't just a magazine." Speaks Israel with a very serious tone and lifting from the ground to show him back the pages. "It's scratched, look. It has lots of numbers and letters in the corner of the pages."
"Well… he likes to do math in weird situations."
"Not funny… I think it's codes. For what we still need to find out."
"I'm afraid we won't have that much time… We found no laptop, no safe box and no place that needed a password and we already saw every corner of his place." Israel holds her chin thinking about it.
"Indeed, Iran's carefulness took the best from us." She looks around and walks calmly near the bed. Saudi watches her carefully hoping she had realized something since she seemed so concentrated. Not for his surprise, she lays back again in the bed with a thinking look.
"Really Israel, when will you take this seriously?"
Back in the Hammam.
"Well, this was really worth it." Stakes Emirates stretching his back before dressing a comfy sport jacket.
"True, although the incoming surprises." Speaks Iran calmly enjoying watching Turkey and Spain fighting verbally away from them.
"Ahh… I will take notes to not to do these mistakes again… Some people don't know the meaning of silence." Complains Emirates cleaning one ear with a finger tired of the loud screams from the others.
"Still… Was very enjoyable spend some time with you." Speaks Iran turning him gaze to him taking Emirates by surprise with a warm and gentle smile. Very rare, very beautiful actually. "I hope this time spent together won't bring you trouble, I know how Saudi can be jealous over anything, even relative to siblings." Emirates laughs out loud scratching his wet hair.
"Silly, don't worry about that. Saudi might be my brother but he doesn't control my life, I do what I want."
"Is that so?" Asks Iran with a dark tone that made Emirate become aware of a bad feeling. Iran's eyes darken for seconds but come back to normal in an instant making Emirates question if he had imagined things. "Maybe you the luckiest brother then, Yemen doesn't seem to have the same chance… Not that he's being controlled by Saudi but it's notable to everyone how bullied he has been being by his dear older brother, the same one who protects you with teeth and claws."
"Are you suggesting something?" Asks Emirates more careful towards Iran.
"No… It's not your fault anyway. If you spend all your life as a slave to someone, how can you now know what's slavery?" Emirates holds back his anger with a warm smile. Iran could be nice and hateful in an instant. Gosh, he hated that bipolar side of him. Black or white, never in the middle, that was Iran.
"And you know what freedom is, Iran?" Emirates hoped that would shut down his unpleasant mood but made him think instead and he saw in his eyes a glow of nostalgia and a tender smile.
"Yes, I know." If it wasn't for the constant happy smiling mood of Emirates, his laugh would sound rude.
"Do you? Let me guess, when you had a King?"
"Yes… but not that King you think." Emirates gives him a confused stare noticing Iran's secret joy in some vast memories. "I barely remember but I feel glad just for trying to remember, although I can't speak the why to anyone."
"Why not?" Emirates was starting to get curious, what Iran secretly hidden in his heart?
"I can't say." He repeats again, more serious than before. "I'm not free."
"You know well how to make me melancholic after a nice bath, don't you?"
"Ahhh! This was wonderful, we should repeat this more times." Speaks Egypt appearing between them not noticing what they were speaking. "But without Turkey next time, please."
"Why? He was the one who invited you in first place." Asks Iran.
"Of course he did, he only invites me to use all my stuff!" He shouts looking deadly at the Turkish who noticed the grumpy Egyptian focused on him and let's go Spain to come near them. "He didn't even spare to try my towel."
"I'm sorry! I thought it was Greece's towel until I heard you scream like a little girl." Responds Turkey.
"I found this experience quite awful." Complains Romano appearing with Spain involving his neck with his arm.
"At least you had me!" Laughs Spain pulling him when the others started to walk towards the exit.
"You were the one who made it even more awful…" Whispers Romano.
"Hehe… You all just jealous of my great capability of massaging. Ask Greece, he hasn't even mention a word yet due to how relaxed I let him." Speaks Turkey vainly.
"Now that you mention it… Where is Greece?" Asks Emirates looking back to them, who look at each other and around searching for the Greek.
"AHH!" Shouts Egypt clapping his face. "He must have fall asleep in the hot room!"
"Forget him he's already a boiled egg by now." Speaks Romano indifferent but Turkey is the first to run back into the Hammam screaming for Greece.
"My massage was too powerful!" He shouts before disappearing.
Back to the Iran and Iraq's room.
After a while of failed search, even thought the more persistent searcher was Saudi, not Israel, Israel and Saudi end up giving up on top of Iran's bed just looking at ceiling with a numb stare.
"This was a waist of good time." She speaks low.
"At least we got some unknown passwords… That's something. Did you keep them?"
"I took a photo… The saddest part is that every time I'll look at those photos to investigate their meaning I won't avoid huge boobs pointing at me." Saudi doesn't avoid giggling although Israel sighs not enjoying it very much.
"Come on, that can't be the saddest part." Israel sits immediately in the bed looking straight at Saudi's face.
"Seriously? Is like watching a magazine of dicks… but bigger than yours." Saudi looks at her surprised.
"Oh my… I didn't know you had such an insecure side."
"I don't!" She shouts laying back down crossing her arms and despise her grumpy face with bumble cheeks of air, Saudi lifts up to watch her blushed face with an ugly grin.
"You do… and that's delightful." She turns her face mad at him but didn't want to show up that she cared. "Now it makes sense why you so obsessed with stand out over all… You're insecure but want to show yourself strong to the world."
"Doesn't everyone do? I just happen to be smaller than everyone, which in frustrating… I always need to work harder than everyone to not… vanish." She speaks with a brittle voice.
"If this cheers you up, you have been doing a great job at standing out, seriously, its almost annoying." Israel look back to him with a shy smile.
"Thanks Saudi that does cheer me up." Saudi smiles back at her forgetting the time they spend in silence, until Israel lifts a bit her back to touch his trimmed beard with no warning, giggling out loud when his face turned immediately red with her boldness.
" Oh iusaeidni Allah (God help me)! Israel, I hate you so much right now!" She giggles more and he sighs knowing it didn't worth it and lift up from the bed. "It's time we go before Iran or Iraq gets back." He advises and Israel follows him to the exit door after arranging the bed. Saudi looks at her before opening the door. "You put the… Magazine in its place?" Israel holds her tights staring at him with a bored look.
"Of course I did, genius." She speaks with sarcasm.
"Good." He opens the door ignoring her attitude. He looks careful before letting himself out noticing none was there to see them.
As soon as Israel got out and closed the door their both run away from that hall to the same spot they were before they got in. Israel sighs in relieve for not getting stuck a second spy mission with Saudi and looks at him from the corner of her eyes to catch him, not surprising, breathing out of breath like they did a marathon, which they didn't.
"That physics Saudi, you seriously need to work on that."
"Shut up! I'm to busy to waste my time on fullish things."
"You won't find it a foolish thing when you end up in a frontal fight with Iran and believe me, he is strong as a bull and right now… you a sheep." Saudi sighs crossing his arms.
"Okay, okay… I'll try to work on myself a little harder." Israel just responds with a smile before she heard incoming steps and pushes Saudi to the other corner of the wall to not being caught. Iraq passes by whistling without noticing them and enter his room. "Let's really get out of here."
Iran goes back to his room after saying his last goodbyes to Emirates. There had been awkward moments, some tense, but also lots of funny moments to let him in a good mood. Walking the halls with a sly smile not giving much attention to the people he passed by and not even the ugly and unfair stare towards him. He felt to relaxed to even border.
Was no surprise to see Iraq in his messy bed reading a journal with the clothes still waiting to be washed, but why he'd border? He was to light to care. He speaks a low 'Hi' to Iraq that answer back and looks to his corner of the room. Totally different from Iraq's.
He opens his wardrobe resting his bag on the ground next to him and kneels to reach the wall inside pushing some folded blankets and presses the wood lightly until a 'click' is heard and a lid in the wood falls revealing a secret drawer. He takes off his laptop before closing it back in and lets it as it was before.
He lifts from the ground with his laptop looking at his desk but felt to lazy to sit and goes near bed planing to do as Iraq and lay down until he notices something different.
"Iraq?" He asks calmly trying to keep his cools while his nerves silently started to consume all his good mood.
"What is it?" Iraq looks at him noticing the invisible anger growing as his shoulders lightly become more tense and his voice seem to fake to believe he truly was calm.
"Y-yes?" He feared Iran when he tried to hide his anger, it only meant he was really furious and a furious Iran is a painful thing.
Iran breaths slowly and loud, obviously trying to control his internal thoughts and not explode in seconds. Iraq noticed it to well to not shiver hoping he wouldn't be the target. Iran opens his mouth calmly, letting each words getting out slowly to Iraq hear him clearly.
"Did you do something on my bed?"
