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Main conference room
3:00 p.m.
Canada stood up. "Greece, I uh... I'll go out for a moment."
Greece nodded. He shot a quick glance at Turkey in the corner and gave Canada a questioning look.
"And him?"
Canada blushed a bit as he started for the door. "Please cheer him up if you can."
Greece frowned and forcefully pushed down the rejection welling up inside him. "...Right..."
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Unknown location (somewhere high)
Unknown time
"Egypt?"
"?"
"A... are you okay?"
Nod.
"Hey, you really didn't have to do that. I mean... I understand that you want to protect me and all, but that was unnecessary."
"..."
"And you got yourself all tired like that."
"..."
"Really! I told you not to carry me up seven staircases! That's ridiculous!"
"?~"
"Don't give me that look, I– oh dear, you're worse than Poland!"
"O_o!"
"I mean in your affection to me..."
"..."
"What?"
"Heart~"
"Hhh~ yes yes..."
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Main conference room
3:01 p.m.
Turkey could feel his heart stop beating.
Canada was leaving. He really was.
Turkey stumbled up, turned around and met Canada's eyes. He struggled to say something intelligent or even ask where Canada was going, but didn't succeed. Canada had him dazed and confused. Turkey took a step forward and raised a hand, trying to say something. Anything!
Canada was faster. He winced a little and looked away. "P... please stay here."
Turkey gaped. When he regained the use of his vocal cords he managed to stutter. "W... w-what?" but Canada had already turned away and hurried out. The door was shut.
Turkey stared at the closed door, wondering what to do. He didn't want to disobey. But he didn't want to be left alone either. Where did Canada go? Why did he go?
Don't leave me here, Turkey thought as he slowly huddled into his already familiar corner and closed his eyes. Should he go after Canada? He didn't want to do anything by force! But...then Canada would go away and Turkey didn't want that either and... fuck! Too difficult! Why do you run away from me, when I just want to hold you near? And I even stood up against America for you! And I would do that again! What should I do to get your attention? Of course I could just act like with everyone I have played with but... this is just so different from everything before and... oh... Shit, I'm not good in this stuff!
"Turkey."
Turkey didn't even wince when Greece spoke.
"You're pathetic, you know that?"
"Is that your idea of 'cheering me up'?" Turkey sniffed and bit his lip when the pain in his mutilated nose spiked. It was bleeding again. He growled a simple response. "Just, shut up..."
Greece huffed and turned away.
"Where are you going?" Estonia asked when Greece didn't return to his seat.
"Just going to handle some little things that should have been done already," Greece answered and walked to the small preparation room. Eros had better follow...
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Main conference room
3:05 p.m.
Denmark was happy.
Very happy. And proud. Maybe he also felt a little bit of malicious pleasure.
Sweden was kissing him again. Denmark smiled against his lips. He had already given up getting Sweden off his lap. Actually he liked it much better this way. It was nice to think Sweden agreed so easily too. But what really made him happy (and a little malicious) was that it seemed he was the only one to have a truly pleasant partner, who didn't wreck anything, cause grey hairs to sprout or try to kidnap him.
No, he could just sit here and Sweden was his. Cool?
Denmark smiled as they parted from the kiss and ran his fingers down Sweden's neck. "Yeah," he answered his own question.
Sweden frowned, clasping Denmark's arms tightly. "Whuh?"
Denmark chuckled and licked his lips, pulling Sweden closer again. "Nothing. You just taste good."
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Seaside
2:54 p.m.
Norway snapped out of his thoughts when a blanket was thrown over his shoulders.
"Here ya go," Korea smiled and wrapped it around Norway protectively. "Now you're warm, ain't you? Sorry I took so long."
Norway didn't say anything at first, just clutched the warm blanket around him. Why didn't I run away? It was a good chance... And those damn trolls still aren't answering.
"Are you okay, Norway?" Korea asked, flopping down next to him. "You aren't complaining."
"Just thinking," Norway answered dryly, still trying to think of a good reason why he didn't run away.
Korea smiled and pulled his knees up to his chest. They sat there a while on a cliff in the cool sea wind without saying anything.
Norway looked at Korea shivering beside him. "What about you?"
"What?" Korea asked enthusiastically. Norway started a conversation! Yay~!
"Aren't you cold?" Norway elaborated and watched Korea's hair waving in the wind.
For a moment Korea looked surprised, but then he smiled and gave Norway the thumbs-up. "I'm alright. I invented cold."
"Why gee, thanks..." Norway shrugged. Then he glared at Korea who was shivering beside him in the chilly gusts of wind. He sighed and raised a corner of the blanket. "Come here, idiot. You'll get yourself sick."
Korea was positively glowing with happiness as he wiggled against Norway to warm himself up.
"You're so cute–"
"Shut up or I kick you out. Next time, bring two."
"There'll be a next time?" Korea asked eyes sparkling.
Norway didn't answer. For a moment it was quiet again. Then Norway frowned. Something was purring. And it wasn't him–no for God's sake!−or Korea.
Glancing up he saw Svalbard and Korea's spirit hair flirting with each other between their 'masters'. Korea's little tuft of hair was just giving a kiss to Svalbard, who turned burning red. The silly hair curl had the gall to smile even wider as the hairs tangled together lovingly, and Norway could have sworn he saw a little heart floating up to the sky. Norway wasn't sure if that all heating up would be good for Svalbard's climate but since the archipelago itself didn't seem to mind...
He turned his gaze back to the sea and decided he hadn't seen that. Am I the only one in here who finds this situation awkward?
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Preparation room
3:10 p.m.
"I don't care, Eros, just snap him out of it," Greece demanded emphatically. He hoped this stress would make the god listen to him.
Eros crossed his arms in the negative. "I already said I can't, Grecia. I don't have any 'reverse arrows'; I sold them to Athene back in the 1300's."
"Then just– wait, Athene?"
"Yeah."
"Why, what does she do with them?"
"I don't know. I got a fair price so I didn't bother to ask. You can call her of course."
"No. I don't want to know," then Greece glared at the god again. "But we are not talking about her; we're talking about you getting Turkey out of my conference room corner."
The god shook his head. "I already said I can't reverse it. Besides, I thought you would be happy that your rival is out of your way for a while."
"Am I happy when Turkey is growing mushrooms on my territory? No."
"There were mushrooms?"
"Don't get fixated on that. Anyway, reverse it."
"Can't."
"Then shoot him with another arrow and make him fall in love with some else," Greece suggested.
Eros turned pale. "I can't do that! Aphrodite would kill me!"
"Tell her I told you to?" Greece shrugged and already turned to leave.
"That won't work; she listens to you even less than me!"
"Whoa, great– wait you're doing it on purpose?"
"Greece?" the door opened and Greece froze. "Is everything alright?" Germany asked.
Greece had turned his back on the door. "Yes, nothing... is wrong," he said fighting against the desire to order the god, who'd just fled through the open door, back to finish their discussion. Eros had left him a message hanging in the air. Something like "it's all for you" but the god had been in a hurry so it wasn't easy to read.
"Who were you talking to?" Germany asked.
Greece raised his cell phone.
Russia appeared behind the Central European nation. "Chatting with your fairies, da?"
Greece sighed. "I don't have any. But oh cat, I wish I had some..."
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Main conference room
3:18 p.m.'
"Watch your step," Finland advised with a smile as Liechtenstein hopped down from the table, supporting herself with Finland's offered hand. Ever since Liechtenstein had first protected Finland from her brother's vengeance they had remained seated on the table, since the girl seemed to treasure it as the first place she had touched her love. Finally, Finland had been able to assure her that he wouldn't disappear if they climbed down for a while.
"Thank you," Liechtenstein answered quietly, blushing again.
Finland smiled kindly but it faltered when he sensed Switzerland's malicious aura emitting from close behind him. Liechtenstein didn't notice, she had closed her eyes and was taking a deep breath to gather her courage to hold Finland's hand.
Austria gave a small dignified chuckle. "You don't have to be so tense, Switzerland, Finland is not an idiot."
"That's what's bothering me," Switzerland gritted his teeth. "If it was some vulgar idiot I'd have a reason to get Liechtenstein off him."
"Switzerland," Finland tried to calm him down once again. "I already promised I won't let anything unwanted happen."
"Something already did." Germany gave a half smile. "Isn't that right, Switzerland?"
Switzerland gritted his teeth louder for a while and then sighed, slumping into Iceland's abandoned chair. "This isn't happening..."
"Worry not, Switzerland," America said heroically. "Once I get my super-plan in action, all worries are bound to disappear!"
"I'll help."
"Thanks, Russia."
"But you'll pay it back, da?"
"Of course! A hero always pays his debts!"
Russia chuckled and Estonia had a Bad Feeling About This™.
"I can't wait to see who falls for whom next," Russia clapped his hands together. "By the way, where has little Latvia gone?"
Estonia gave him a weary sigh. "About time you notice he isn't here," he pointed to the other end of the table. "He's there."
"Where?"
"Here," Cuba pointed at his feet. "Been here for hours already, this lil' one."
Latvia was sitting on the floor and cuddling against Cuba's legs under the table. Russia tilted his head and came closer.
"Latvia?" he asked, poking the small nation. Latvia gave a little shriek as his inner peace was disturbed and started shaking.
"W-what?" he asked and tried to disappear behind Cuba.
"What are you doing?" Russia poked his nose closer.
"Didn't you even notice he fell in love with Cuba?" Estonia asked.
"Eh? When did that happen?"
"Around the same time as Puffin and China."
"What?" Many voices echoed around the table.
"I didn't notice." Taiwan tilted her head.
"I didn't notice either." America frowned.
"I did," Hong Kong noted.
Greece frowned. Could that have been the 'extra hard' part Eros had been talking about?
"There there, stop shaking, kid," Cuba patted Latvia's head and the Baltic made one last wince before leaning his head towards the caress. "See, better this way, ain't it?"
Latvia nodded. "Yeah..."
America frowned. "Don't ruin him."
Cuba sent him a glare. "Why would I? He's cute."
"Or teach him something unnecessary." America was starting to run worst case scenarios through his mind.
"Like what?"
"Like ******," Russia suggested with a smile. "That'd be fun."
Hungary blushed, eyes wide.
America blushed as well (actually many of the remaining assembled nations did). "I... wasn't talking about that..."
Cuba sent Russia a glare too. "I'm not Netherlands!"
"Oi!"
Belgium started laughing. She was silenced quickly by some sudden noise and a moment later, to their surprise, France climbed in through the same window he'd disappeared through in the morning. He looked tired, defeated, and absentminded.
"Well, this is surprise." Germany rubbed his chin. "What happened to England and Belarus?"
France grunted something indecipherable and proceeded to his host, who looked surprisingly calm. France stared at nothing a little to the left of Greece's head and lifted a hand to his shoulder.
"Do you have any wine?"
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In the next episode: Iceland provides fanservice, some poor Greeks are harassed again, and Finland is so very dead.
TBC.
A/N: It's official. I hate lj-cuts.
"People growing mushrooms when they're depressed": this is actually a reference to Ouran High School Host Club, but is found from other media as well.
Thanks for the lonely review in the last part. =) Also, I kinda want to apoligise to all fans of Netherlands.
