Hi there friends…..I'm just gonna leave this here. Sorry about the wait, it's been a while.

Happy November, live long and proper, and use the force.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...unfortunately

"This is a bad idea." Greece thought out loud, putting the finishing touches on some Karnıyarık.

Sadiq rolled his eyes, not particularly liking the evenings plan either put knew it was unavoidable. His sister came over at least twice a year to have dinner with them. She gave them 3 days head noticed to when she would appear and you were expected to have dinner ready on time on prepare for hell. Persia, or her less alluring name, Iran, cared nothing for others plans nor your prior obligations. One time the couple had been on vacation in Fiji, the plane they were on barely had a wheel on the ground before a phone call hit Sadiq's phone, and guess who it was.

And let's not forget the utter disdain Heracles held for the Persian woman, and the loathing she equally felts towards him. Sadiq believed that their hatred was completely stupid. It lacked foundation or any clear arguable points, but none the less the hatred still remained

Greece saw no point in having to serve dinner to a woman he hated beyond belief. She was a pain in the ass and a constant pest to his marriage. He ginned to himself. In retaliation to having to eat AND be civil to Nadira, he sought revenge in simple ways, like spitting in on/in her food or drink. Things that made him feel good and she would never know.

"I don't want that woman in my house Sadiq." Heracles grumbled, washing his hands in the sink "Can't you just tell her no for once?"

Turkey snorted sipping the Raki from his glass "As if. She'd fucking lose her mind and I am NOT putting up with another on of her temper tantrums." He took a sip from his glass, "It's better to just give her what she wants now and not have to suffer any backlash later."

"I don't give a damn about what she wants. She can kiss my a-" The Greek didn't finish that thought.

"Mom."

They both looked up to see their oldest son Perseus standing at the doorway. He looked 100% Greek, there was no mistake he was Heracles' son. Messy brown hair, sea green eyes, tall and lean and totally hot, so hot he made steam look cool, hey he kinda looks like that Jackson kid who got his own book series. You know, the one with the greek gods and Camp-Half Blood. More like the one in the book, not the movie, just….no.

"I don't have to show up for dinner do I?" He asked

"Yes"

"No"

The Turk looked to his wife, eyebrow raised "Is there some reason why he shouldn't be at dinner?" he asked, setting down his glass

"I'm not making our children suffer dearest husband." Greece retorted, facing his husband, arms crossed. He couldn't believe they were arguing about this, it had never been a problem before. Sometimes the kids were there, sometimes they weren't. Most of the time they weren't.

"I agree with mom."

"Shut it brat."

Percy groaned, and ran his fingers through his hair "Oh c'mon Dad. Don't you love me."

Sadiq nodded "Yeah, when you do what you're told."

"This isn't fair." the teen protested "She isn't my sister, why do I have to put up with her? I've got enough bull to handle with the sisters I already have."

"Why you little-"

Greece smirked as he took plates of food out to the dining room "I agree with the kid." he quipped, passing his husband.

"You gotta be kidding me."

Perseus shrugged, before grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl "No offense dad but your sister's kind of a bitch." He spoke examining the red fruit closely before consumption.

"Percy!"

"I said no offense."

Heracles yelled from the dining room "I can vouch for that."

"I can't believe you two."

A knock at the door.

.Knock

Then 3 knocks. 1, 2, 3.

Perseus cursed under his breath and fled, to his room just barely able to escape the hands of his father who reached to grip his arm. At the top of the stairs he gave a smile and a thumbs up to this parents a bright 'glad it's you and not me', which was rewarded with a scowl from both, then disappeared down the dark hallway.

Another knock.

"WE'RE NOT HERE!" Greece shouted at the door.

"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR."

"NO!"

"Hera just open the door for Allah's sake" Sadiq groaned.

"No!" He said "We can win this!" Greece ran to the living room and began shifting every piece of furniture to blockade the front door. First the couch then the coffee table, following the comforter to the loveseat to every other table and chair he could find. Sadiq just watched, this wasn't going to end well for anyone, especially not him.

"I HAVE A SPARE KEY YOU KNOW!"

A key? Sadiq did not remember what so ever giving her a key. Who the hell gave her a key to his fortress of magnificence?

"Husband dearest a little help here."

The Turk blinked and looked at his wife "Who gave her a key?"

"That's what you're worried about? Right now?!"

"Oh I'm sorry" he spat "Maybe the proper response is to build a fucking barricade in front of the door like a bunch of French hippies."

Nadira, clearing getting angrier about being left out on the front porch, began banging on the door, and the glass on the doors, which was a bad idea, because you know, class shatters and stuff "SOMEBODY LET ME IN!" she growled

"DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?! SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN!"

"My life is going to complete hell" Turkey muttered, before sulking to the kitchen "I don't know why I put myself through this."

Cue, Second Persian War.

"Greece this is ridiculous! Move this at once!" The Persians have made use of the spare key.

"Never! I won't let you continue to terrorize me or my family you old hag." The Greeks reward them with aggression and playground name calling.

"We are not having this discussion! Be civil for once in your life Karpusi!" The Persians attempt to subdue the angry Greeks with reason and logic

"Go to hell!" The Greeks block reason and logic with Spartan aggression, it is very effective.

"Now you listen here you little brat, you move this barricade or so help me Allah-"

"Lalala I can't hear you!"

"Goddammit Greece! What the hell is your problem? Why are you behaving like such a child?"

"Because you face is ugly and I hate you. Now get off of my land before I have my cat army invade your vital regions!"

"But-"

"GO AWAY FOR THE LOVE OF CHOCOLATE AND SOCKS!"

I have no idea what I just wrote.

I obviously can't handle scrolling through tumblr and writing at the same time.

I'm going to go to my corner now.

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