Disclaimer: Biz Hetalia kendi yok! (We don't own Hetalia!)

A/N: Hey, everyone!

We're having another go at Midlife Empire. And don't worry. It's not going to be like last time. That was just some weird phase Castor was going through. POLLUX! You know, you should really quit screaming my name like that. You'll injure yourself. Grr! Anyway! This story is going to be clean. No special scenes in it. And there won't be any rape either. So don't worry your pretty little minds! Hopefully you all stuck around after we . . . erm . . . killed Prussia off? That was your freaking idea! You wouldn't let me have Thailand! He has a freaking elephant! You're impossible! I prefer the term 'improbable'. Just shut up.

Enjoy! Please review!

Sevgi

Greece sighed as he lay in bed. The humid night air seemed to stick to his skin as he tried to sleep. Thankfully, Not A Bastard wasn't there to heat up Greece even more. The Mediterranean nation rolled over and froze instantly. Something didn't feel right. Slowly, Greece sat up and looked down in horror. This had to be a dream. It had to be.

Somewhere a door slammed. Greece's head snapped up. Heavy footsteps echoed through the silent house as the Greek nation slipped out of bed. The nation quickly stepped into the armoire, closing the door to a crack.

A tall man entered the room. He wore a deep red coat and pants. Greece's eyebrows furrowed as the nation tried to figure out who it was. Greece couldn't remember what nation wore clothes like that.

"Greece!" Greece froze as the man slowly turned, revealing a white mask on his tanned face.

"Turkey?" Greece stumbled out of the armoire. The Turkic nation smirked at the sight of the nation.

"Evet," Turkey said.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Greece crossed their arms.

"I came ta collect what belongs ta me," Turkey offered casually. The two nations glared at each other before Greece barked out a laugh.

"This has to be a dream." Greece shook their head. They froze when something tickled their shoulders.

"It's not." Turkey stepped forward, towering over the Greek nation.

"And how do you know that?" Greece glared up into Turkey's face. Turkey grinned down at them.

"Because I just do," he said. "Now why don't you just come alon' quietly?" For the first time, Greece looked into Turkey's eyes. They were filled with a sort of madness that had not been seen since the late nineties.

"Turkey?" Greece asked, taking a careful step back. Suddenly, the change seemed drastic.

Turkey was muscular and large while Greece was short and slime. While the taller nation's hair was cropped short, Greece's was long and cascaded down their back.

Turkey reached out to stroke a hand down Greece's elfin face. "Yer beautiful, Greece."

Greece smacked Turkey's hand away. "Don't touch me," they snapped. "How the hell did you know to come here?"

"Because?" Turkey seized Greece's wrist. "I made Egypt give me the potion."

"What?" Greece tried to step back but was stopped by Turkey.

"I put it in the food I made ya fer dinner," Turkey continued. He gave a jerk and Greece stumbled into his chest.

"Let me go!" Greece squirmed in Turkey's grip. The nation's strength was no match for the former empire.

"I don't think so." Turkey bent over and slung Greece over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" Greece pounded on Turkey's back.

"Why should I?" Turkey turned and headed for the door. "It won't be so hard ta control ya now that yer a girl and all."

Greece felt all the blood rush to her face as she tried kneeing Turkey in the stomach. The larger nation only laughed as he walked on through the humid night air.

"Let me go!" Greece squirmed madly when she was suddenly dropped in the front seat of a car. She glared up at the nation and tried to stand by she was forced back down with a rag over her mouth.

"Just somethin' ta help ya relax," Turkey said as black spots swarmed over Greece's eyes. "After all, I can't lose the first nation ta my new empire."

'An empire,' Greece thought as she slowly drifted off to sleep. 'A nation's worst nightmare.' Darkness over took her as Turkey shut the door quietly and clambered into the driver's seat.

A/N: What did you think?

You'll notice Greece was described as 'they' before she realized the gender switch. Yes, that is proper English. We will be doing that for all the nations, since you see it from their points of view. Huh . . . we should do a first person story sometime. Definitely not second person. I can't stand those.

Guess what?! If you stuck around after we killed Prussia, you get to find out why Australia's argument was valid and Thailand's was not. Here's our argument without ruining anything.

"Australia!

No.

Why not? It'd be funny!

Because he's hot.

Good point. You win."

And owning an elephant is not a valid argument. OUCH! DON'T FREAKING POKE ME IN THE EYE! Tee hee.

Hey, Pollux? What? Are you thinking the same thing as me? I don't know. Maybe? Let's see. On the count of three, shout the first thing that comes into your head. One . . . two . . . three!

Screw schedules! We'll update whenever the hell we want!