Thanks to AquaEclipse, vexey1999, HelloThereHowAreYou, and OmegaVerz for reviewing. At last, I update only a week after the previous chapter! A bit of a warning before you continue: This chapter contains a disturbing segment with Turkey and Bulgaria where their relationship is further explored with great detail (don't worry, this is still a T-rated story). If you're already too creeped out by them, then I recommend you brace yourself or maybe skip most of the segment. Please forgive my imagination. Now, on with the show!
Yesterday's events had understandably left Mexico in a bad mood. She refused to go into detail why that was. It should be obvious enough to anyone not named North Italy.
But if there was a bright side to any of it, any at all, it'd be that Brazil didn't kill them for losing Romano to traffic of all things. Yes, it surprised her plenty too. He calmed down after they gently explained to him that it wasn't their fault they had failed, and then he thanked them for their hard work before hanging up. For a moment there Mexico had begun to wonder if she was getting heatstroke.
Once she got over the fact that yes, that did happen, Mexico was immensely thankful, and rather impressed. Even Brazil in his rage mode would understand that the traffic here could be a big pain in the ass, and he would never be so immature to blame them for circumstances beyond their control.
Maybe Brazil's slowly going back to normal, an optimistic part of her mind suggested. Mexico really hoped that's also the case. It would be good for everyone, including Brazil himself.
Well, she supposed she'll find out for herself in a few minutes. They had just arrived at their destination.
A smile tugged Mexico's lips as they pulled over a small driveway. This was a house Brazil owned in an isolated rural part of his country, which also functioned as a small facility. Combine that with a few well-placed and thought-out traps and you had a great place to hide Portugal away from the world. It's a shame about the bugs though…
A lot of the other South Americans had gone home after the, ah, change of plans, leaving only a few including herself here in this country. And those few will remain to help Brazil however necessary, and remain on guard in case their enemies have the guts (and stupidity) to try to attack after all.
But she's here, along with Colombia and Argentina, because they'd like to check up on Brazil. But why them, you might ask? Well, Colombia because she's Colombia. She was like that reliable older sister with everyone, and the other woman was happy to volunteer. And Argentina was here because Brazil could definitely use a distraction and an old friend while they were at it, so who else would be better for the job but that airhead?
It's too bad Uruguay wasn't here. He would be a big help, and Brazil would hardly mind him popping in for a visit, but alas Mexico would have to make do with their lovely trio... no offense.
"Do you still think that Brazil won't mind us just dropping in?" Argentina decided to ask for some reason.
"You ask that question now?" Mexico bit back dryly, not helping rolling her eyes.
Argentina scowled, "I'm just asking."
"Xavier wouldn't make us leave. He's not like that." Colombia said with a confidence that Mexico almost envied. Always an optimistic one, that woman.
"Which is why we came here in person instead of calling him," Mexico smirked maliciously. "You can't just close the door on some dear friends who only wanted to stop by to visit."
"Stop twisting this into some evil plot, Rosa." Colombia admonished with a disapproving frown. "We're here to see him, not annoy him. And I don't think he'd actually be annoyed to see us, much less tell us to leave."
"He will be if tio is up and awake." Mexico said in a dark but overall nonchalant way that drew an annoyed look from Colombia.
"Knock it off. Would it kill you to think that things will turn out okay?" Colombia said in exasperation.
"You're too optimistic."
"Well, you're too pessimistic."
"And you chicas shouldn't argue and forget why we're here," Argentina interjected sharply, successfully shutting both of them up, and he eyed the two of them with disapproval. "Leave the arguing to me and Xavier, okay?"
Mexico and Colombia shared a bitter look but both of them obliged and fell silent with a bit of muttering (mostly on Mexico's part). But then Mexico did a double take. Wait; did Argentina just suddenly become the mature one in their tiny group? The universe was truly not on Mexico's side lately.
"You're right, Tina," Mexico decided, turning away from Colombia. "Let's get this over with."
So they exited the car and started making their way to the front door. Mexico distantly wondered if Brazil was watching them.
"I wonder how Portugal is doing," Colombia asked with a small smile. "It's still morning. Do you think he's still asleep?
Now that Colombia brought it up, she wondered just how her dear uncle was doing. Last she saw him, the poor man's head was bleeding and he was being dragged around by a royally pissed-off Brazil. Things couldn't be much better for him now. Maybe she should stop by and say hello, he might appreciate seeing a different face.
"Probably, probably not," Mexico merely shrugged, frankly not seeing the point in asking since they're only a couple of minutes away from the answer, but whatever. "Xavier is too eager to start bonding with Portugal, but he could be busy preparing more meat for all we know."
Maybe. Like with the other stronger ones, Brazil had a habit of becoming unpredictable, as well as irrational and having an annoying habit of snapping for no good reason, feeling particularly angry. He always did crazy things when pissed-off. If there's still some leftover rage from the other day, there's a chance that Portugal was currently a corpse on the floor.
"Nah, I don't think he'd be that impatient." Argentina said offhandedly, not even looking directly at them as he checked his sunglasses for the tenth time.
That piqued her curiosity. Mexico frowned, and so she asked, "What do you mean? It'd be petty, but Xavier wouldn't be above it."
After all, this was his dear former colonizer they were talking about, murderer of his father. A little pettiness would be warranted.
Argentina stared at her blankly as if she suddenly became an idiot. "Isn't it obvious? There's no real point in it and it'd cause a bit of an annoyance. How is he supposed to have quality time with tio and torture him if Portugal's too busy dozing off? Pain can keep you awake, but it also leaves you exhausted. Any of us can realize that."
Ah. Now that made sense, and it did sound like Brazil. Mexico felt one of her eyes twitch. She actually felt pretty annoyed that she hadn't realized this sooner. She took pride in her observational skills when it came to the other members. Oh well. Either way, Portugal's in for a rude awakening… literally.
"It'd be better if Brazil let him rest because he cared. I know tio deserves some comeuppance, but Xavier still loves him in his own way," Colombia muttered somberly, glancing at the wilderness around them.
Mexico barely stopped herself from facepalming at Colombia's expense, and even then it was strongly tempting. "Alright, now you're optimistic and naïve."
"Would you stop it?" Colombia snapped, shooting her the typical annoyed glare. "Now you're being petty."
"Ladies, please." Argentina sighed exasperatedly, rubbing his temples.
Mexico complied with a grudging scowl, while Colombia was less than willing to take this lying down. "Well, since you're so eager for a confrontation, why don't you call for Xavier?"
"Fine, I will!" Mexico huffed and briskly stepped up to the front of the door, which in hindsight was rather immature of her.
She gazed up, certain that she recalled there was a hidden camera somewhere. Brazil had to be watching. He would've been alerted to their arrival minutes ago. With this in mind, Mexico took in a sharp breath and loudly she said:
"Xavier, ya sabes que soy yo. Ábrenos por favor!"
Best be a little polite, just in case. She still didn't know what mood Brazil will be in. Mexico waited there at the front door, albeit a little impatiently, alongside a much more patient Argentina and Colombia, wearing a frown on her face until the door finally opened to reveal a smiling Brazil.
"Rosa, Martin, Maria." Brazil greeted curtly. Not irritated, but not bouncing on his feet in joy either. Good enough, she supposed. As she said, he was smiling, but he looked at them with understandable curiosity. "I wasn't expecting you guys here. What's up?"
"We just thought it'd be nice if we stopped by for a short visit." Colombia answered kindly with a warm smile.
"Thought you might like the extra company." Argentina added with a smirk. "It'd be a lot livelier with us around, don't you think?"
Mexico didn't miss the way Brazil's smile faltered slightly. Well, points for not getting angry.
"Is that so? That's real nice of you..." Brazil's tone was normal enough, but even an idiot could tell he's being careful.
Alright, she didn't care it'll sound rude, Mexico was done with charades and she always valued honesty above all else in real friendships. She narrowed her eyes, "Relax. We won't be here for long, Xavier. You don't need to worry about us intruding on your quality time with Portugal."
Mexico was not unaware of the frown Colombia gave her, but she ignored it nonetheless. If Brazil didn't like that they were 'intruding', then he should say so.
Now it was Brazil's turn to frown, and looked strangely surprised as he shook his head. "No, it's not that! It's just I don't think irmão be very happy to see Spain's killers here."
Mexico's eyes widened a fraction. Oh. Oh, Brazil had a very good point there. Wow, to be honest, she had forgotten about that detail for a bit there.
"To be fair, I doubt he's too happy about being stuck here in the first place." Argentina remarked with an amused smile.
"That'll change soon…" Brazil muttered under his breath, just barely enough for Mexico to catch it, then did a cheerful 180° "But if he discovers that three of his brother's killers are here, so within reach, he might become more a pain to handle, you know? I don't want to deal with that."
"I thought you liked that rebelliousness. You said it makes it even more enjoyable." Mexico pointed out dryly.
For some reason, Brazil laughed, and you could almost delude yourself into thinking it sounded normal. "Sim, sim, it does! But it can only go for so long and far before it gets annoying."
"We won't be here for long, Xavier, we promise." Colombia said, which caused Brazil to develop a pensive look.
"I guess I can let Portugal have his rest for about an hour more." Brazil muttered distantly, and a smile slowly spread across his face before. "Alright. Oh, where are my manners? I'm sure it's been a long trip to get here. You'd better come in before the bugs do."
They all happily obliged. Well, that turned out better than Mexico expected.
"Portugal is still asleep then?" Argentina then asked.
"Like a log." Brazil smirked, which looked slightly more unnerving than usual. "So please don't disturb him."
Brazil's level of consideration for Portugal was almost as inconsistent as South Africa's hatred for the Netherlands. Mexico just couldn't understand it. No wonder those two were such good friends…
"Don't worry, we'd never do anything to bother tio." Argentina then flashed an arrogant smile. "But enough about Portugal. Are you in the mood for a fun game of futbol?"
"Oh no…" Colombia muttered with dread, and for once Mexico agreed. Brazil and Argentina were violently passionate about their sports.
Brazil, on the other hand, made a feral grin. "You're on, Martin! Kicking your ass will a great way to start off the day!"
"You sound confident for someone who lost the last game… badly." Argentina remarked cockily.
"And you sound smug for someone who just spent the past couple of hours stuck in a car. Are you going to shut up and go play or not?"
"Fine. Let's go humiliate you in your own country again!"
With that decided, the two dashed off madly to play their game, leaving the two remaining nations sweatdropping as they watched them go.
Mexico failed to hold back a groan of annoyance. Even in reality, those two were rivals to the core. Partly thanks to sports, mostly due to them… being Brazil and Argentina. It didn't help that Argentina's façade wasn't that far off from his true personality. He's just a lot more pessimistic and smart, and slightly less flamboyant and arrogant… emphasis on the 'slightly' part.
Don't get her wrong. She loved an intense game. It's in her blood! It's just with those two; it's too much even for her. Besides, who says that Brazil won't use this as an opportunity to take out his frustrations on his opponents? Maybe another time she could play too, yes, another time.
At least it's got Brazil's mind off Portugal for the moment.
Well, since she's here, she might as well take advantage of the visit and watch some telenovelas…
/ / / / /
Ah, there's nothing like resting after helping organize political stuff in Georgia than laying back on a couch with your sycophantic lover on his knees in front of you and his head on your lap.
Heh. He's such a lucky bastard.
As he immensely enjoyed the sight in front of him, Turkey simply smirked in his usual devious manner as he stroked a pleased Bulgaria's dark hair, slowly and gently as he knew his dear partner relished the contact and affection. He was amused with the little moans he heard from the other as well.
It made Bulgaria all the more tempting.
Turkey along with Bulgaria had officially finished their share of the workload for helping get things in order (ha!) here in Georgia. He's sure that there's not a lot left now for the others either. They've been working non-stop since yesterday. Guess it helped that they made sure to send the more complicated, long-term and delicate details straight to the management, AKA Austria himself.
And now that he had free time again, Turkey's able to play in any way he wanted with his pet. He needed make the most of their time together right now. Yeah, it's a shame, but they'll be going their separate ways soon. Bulgaria had a Russian to beat the crap out of and Turkey… heh… well, he wouldn't want to spoil it just yet.
That didn't matter now. For now, it's just him and Bulgaria.
"Enjoying yourself there, askim? Feel like a spoiled little puppy?"
"I always enjoy being with you, milichka."
"Ah, of course you do, you ditz." Turkey smirked. He made sure Bulgaria would worship his very presence after all. Leaning closer, he whispered, "But you just love it, don't you? Me touching any inch of your body, even just a little, it really gets you off, huh?"
Bulgaria shivered in pleasure. And Turkey chuckled as he suddenly and firmly grabbed the younger man's hair, just enough for it to at least be a little painful. Bulgaria gasped, but only an idiot would think it's out of pain.
"It really makes you wish I could do more."
And Turkey did wish to do more, just not right now. The end result was always worth it if he prolonged their… quiet time together. Besides, who said he wasn't enjoying this?
"Sadik, I am your loyal dog, your slave." Bulgaria said in a reverent manner, smiling adoringly up at Turkey. "You know if you want to do anything to me, I'd be happy to let you."
"Oh, you'd want that, wouldn't you?" Turkey remarked in an almost mocking tone, sneering.
"Of course I want that, Sadik. I can't deny that. I'm selfish, I know." Bulgaria blushed like a lovesick schoolgirl while resting his head on Turkey's lap again. "But you're my beloved. You're allowed to do anything to me, and I know I'd love every second of it."
"Ha! Ain't that the truth!" Turkey cackled, absolutely reveling in the show of devotion, no matter how many times he'd already the spiel before. It just never gets old. "But I can read you like a book, Dimitri. You want something in specific, something very, very specific. C'mon, spill!"
And Turkey had a really good inkling as to what that could be; or rather, he knew already. Bulgaria couldn't hide anything from him, even if he wanted to try. Besides, it's painfully obvious.
"I know this is really selfish of me, but I... I want to sleep with you, before I'll have to leave you again." Bulgaria finally confessed, inhaling sharply after as if he'd just regained the ability to breathe. After a brief pause, an adorably pleading expression appeared on his face. "Let me depart with your warmth. Please, I know you're still not satisfied from yesterday. You know you can do anything. Please! Please, I'm begging you!"
In the face of such a lovely argument, Turkey gave was a long stare at an increasingly hyperventilating Bulgaria whose face was flushed, and who's also starting to fist up the fabric of Turkey's pants, looking as if the man before him was his only salvation.
Naturally, Turkey had to be cruel.
"Well, isn't this a twist?" He said sarcastically, snorting. "You basically just said what we already knew… you're a horny hog."
He almost guffawed when Bulgaria made a strangled noise, blushing brightly. But hey, his lover did bring up a good point. They're gonna be away from each other for a little while, but they'll both need something to ease the longing.
Not that Turkey will admit that.
"You know, it's pretty bold of you to assume you know what I want," Turkey remarked with a mocking edge and smile, and when Bulgaria tensed up and started to look mortified, he chuckled. "Ha! I'm kidding, Dimitri. You're right. I'm still not satisfied. I think seeing you bleeding and broken beneath me might help with that."
Broken, crying, bleeding everywhere, but he'll leave that face clean so he could perfectly see him still begging for nothing but love. Just the way he liked it.
"So, I guess…"
Turkey deliberate gave a long pause, allowing the hope to build up in Bulgaria and prolonging the agonizing wait.
Then he snapped his fingers, giving a simple smile. "I'll get back to you on that."
There was a flicker of disappointment in Bulgaria's eyes that quickly became replaced with the usual obsessive devotion, and he shook his head. "As you wish, Sadik."
Aw, now wasn't that nice? But Turkey didn't feel like being too cruel, so he offered a hand for Bulgaria to nuzzle against, which the cutie was all too happy to do.
It felt so good to have someone completely worship you. It always felt so great to allow Bulgaria to indulge his deeply-ingrained insatiable desire for his touch and affection.
You know what made it even sweeter? When he'd deliberately deprive Bulgaria of that pleasure, order him to stay at a respectful distance 'cause he's 'not in the mood' or just happened to be too damn busy with something, and leave him starving for something that's so close yet so far… Oh, it's easy to see that longing in his eyes. It's so damn beautiful.
Bonus points if they have to part ways for one reason or another. Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all.
But that wasn't the icing on the cake. No. No, that was when after certain time passed, an eternity for the both of them, and when Turkey decided that he'd put Bulgaria through enough agony. When that happened, Turkey would finally allow the fun to start again. He couldn't even begin to describe the joy he'd find on Bulgaria's face. His lovely rose would enjoy the attention a hundred times more.
Call it cruel, call it manipulative. But that mattered little when the one being led around was completely past the point of no return and would happily shoot his own brains off with the nation-killing bullets if Turkey oh so casually requested it. That and there's obvious fact that Bulgaria was completely his, so he's allowed to do with his lover as he damn well pleased.
"Okay, enough about your horny desires, Bulgaria." Turkey grinned wolfishly and yanked away his hand, to Bulgaria's crushing disappointment. "Let's actually talk about something."
The younger man smiled up dreamily again, as happy for any attention as always. "Da…?"
Turkey had a couple ideas, but one was at the front of his mind. "Have you heard about Toris? According to the daily report, he's working with Prussia."
"He is?" The Slavic nation blinked. Bulgaria's good old 'thinking face' appeared as he scratched his head. "Hmm… I think I remember reading that in the daily update."
Turkey could barely stifle a snort. "You don't remember a thing about the report, do ya?"
The obvious answer was given in the form of Bulgaria laughing nervously, cheeks blushing, while pushing his two index fingers together. "Ne, I do not. I-I'm sorry, I–"
He was cut off when Turkey erupted in a quick bout of laughter, and he slapped Bulgaria's rump, getting a squeak from the younger man. "Ha! Don't worry about it, kid. You usually got your head in the clouds when you're with me. I'm the center of your universe."
"I can't help it. I love you so much. I love being around you so much and I..." Bulgaria must've realized that he's about to ramble and shook his head, "U-Um, so, what's Toris up to with Gilbert? He hasn't answered any of my calls or my messages…"
He pouted as he said that, and he actually seemed a little sad. That'll be fixed in a moment.
"Well, according to the report and a little tip our fearless Teutonic Knight in shining armor," Turkey sniggered mischievously, that guy always hated that nickname. He then spread his arms wide and loudly said, "They were busy organizing then ordering the assassination of the humans in Germany's government. Toris had the fortune of bearing witness of the start of Prussia's grand comeback!"
The effect was instantaneous. Bulgaria perked up and his eyes were glimmering. "He was? That's amazing, Sadik. Toris must've had so much fun!"
"That's not even the whole story, Dimitri." Turkey was really looking forward to this. "They're currently on their merry way to where Russia's currently holed up so that Lithuania could have his long-awaited confrontation."
He keenly observed Bulgaria's reaction to this delightful news. First his eyes went wide for a few seconds, then he completely relaxed, and a smile slowly made its way and threatened to split his face.
"Oh? He is? That's great news…" Bulgaria said quietly, and he slowly began to tremble. "It's too bad. I would love to be there when it happens… Toris will be so happy…"
Bulgaria trailed off into a combination of quiet chuckling and giggling that, were they in the presence of anyone 'normal', would be considered creepy to those boring people.
"Well, don't be bummed because you can't be there," Turkey smirked as he ruffled Bulgaria's hair. "They should be almost there right about now. My super clairvoyance skills know it! So, how about you give Tory a call in an hour or two? Ask him how it went and congratulate him on a job well done."
It will go smoothly, no doubt about it. That Prussia wouldn't happily walk straight into their enemies' hangout if he didn't have a good plan and a few tricks up his sleeve. And Lithuania knew how to hatch a good strategy, along with being a very competent member and a monster with a sword.
"Oh, I will, I definitely will!" Bulgaria exclaimed, shaking his head quickly, which meant 'yes' in his country.
Turkey was pleased with this reaction. Seeing Bulgaria obsess over him was endlessly great and all, but it's so interesting to see him get so happy over other people.
He briefly considered asking Bulgaria for his opinion of what Prussia's plan likely is and how things would go down, but then decided against it. While it would be really exciting to see that face again, this wasn't a time to talk about strategy or their enemies. This was meant to be a tender moment and even a monster like Turkey treasured these peaceful times.
It's so easy to forget that Bulgaria was once a very formidable empire and who his predecessor was. Turkey didn't choose just anyone to break and stand by his side.
Let that be their enemies' fatal mistake.
"Ahhh, we sure have come a long way, haven't we, cutie?" Turkey grinned wolfishly, petting his lover.
Bulgaria shook his head fervently. "Oh, I agree! So much has happened since we were first together."
Turkey gave a hearty laugh. "Yeah, the two of us went through some hoops and a couple of genocides here and there, but in the end, we came out of it strong."
"Of course we did!" Bulgaria chirped like it was meant to happen. "I'd never think of leaving you, Sadik. I love you too much to even think about such a horrendous thing."
"Ain't that the truth?" Turkey made sure of that. "Doesn't it feel like it was just yesterday when I spent all that time charming that sourness outta you back in the empire? You still have a clear memory of those days, Dimitri?"
"I wouldn't forget a single moment from those years, my beloved."
Heh. He should've expected that. Turkey chuckled and pulled away his hand, "Yeah? Well, let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?"
Bulgaria tilted his head to the side, green eyes blinking in curiosity. It was so amazing how… innocent he looked. "My beloved?"
Turkey cupped his chin, his smirk becoming more vicious. He didn't want to miss a second of anything. "You heard me. Remember what you've been through; remember why you're so devoted to me. Tell me, how did all this begin?"
He watched intently as Bulgaria's expression became serene yet pensive.
"I remember it so clearly…" Bulgaria's voice sounded distant, and no doubt he was in some faraway place. "I was a pitiful mess. My empire was gone, crumbled by the humans and their infighting and the invasions. I felt like a failure. I felt alone… but then you came to me and showed a new side of yourself that I have never seen before, the real you. I was loved. The idiot I was then pushed you away, but you never stopped being so kind to me. No one had ever been so nice to me before."
"Even though whenever you tried to rise up, I'd just push you back down and make you eat dirt?" Turkey asked amusedly.
Turkey knew the answer, but it's still interesting to bring it up. The truth was, Bulgaria did have every reason to despise him. There wasn't a single time that Turkey didn't blame him for it. His life and that of his people was nothing but painful in the good old Ottoman Empire.
The Bulgarians were subjected to a harsh feudal system, one that made even a monster's heart like his swell with pity for the poor guy. First his empire collapsed then this. Oh, but that's not even the tip of the iceberg. There were countless churches and monasteries, nothing but buildings made of crap that's stinking up their world in the Ottoman Muslims' eyes, were reduced to rubble. Huge numbers of Bulgarians were killed or carried off into slavery. Brutal taxes, eldest sons stolen from their families, every rebellion suppressed ferociously…
It was a teeny bit messier than he would've liked and Turkey could've done without the slavery or the forced religion, but wow, that had been really fun.
…Heh, not like Bulgaria had forgotten any of that, of course. The thing was, though, that he no longer cared.
"I don't care about any of that anymore." Bulgaria spat, his face twisting in distaste. "No number of humans could ever compare to even a fraction of your worth. All they do is take and take, refuse to learn their mistakes and make us miserable. They take our happiness and ruin it. Every. Single. Time."
Turkey nodded his head in understanding and hummed as his fingers caressed Bulgaria's hair. "Yep, that's an undeniable fact."
"I was so bitter, so hateful. I hated you so much." Bulgaria's voice took on a more eerie tone, blank and haunted. "Everything was terrible before, then you came along and everything became worse. In thirty years you slowly crushed what's left of my old pride in that wonderfully brutal way of yours. You loved it; you loved kicking me while I was down."
It wasn't an accusation. Bulgaria breathed it as if it were such a precious detail.
"That I did," Turkey happily acknowledged. "You put up such a good fight, but your time had come. Every empire's destined to fall, you were no different."
That wasn't any form of cruelty. It was the truth. History had proved that time and time again.
"Mm-hmm. You were so cruel…" Bulgaria murmured dreamily, drool running down his chin. "You weren't interested in doing it, but you loved every moment of it anyway. It was so beautiful. You were beautiful. But I was too blind to see it then."
"Hey, you were in that grieving phase. It's all good!" Turkey used a free hand to ruffle Bulgaria's hair again. "Enough of the death and destruction part, tell us how you found love."
"Ah… d-da…" Still somewhat in his dream world, Bulgaria smiled serenely. "Then you kept coming to me. I've never felt so loved in my life. No one's ever smiled at me, cared about me, made me happy, or given me so much time as you do. And even after all the pain I had go through, when you shut me out and I begged to let me join you…"
At that last part, Turkey frowned, but he put it out of his mind.
"You accepted me! You loved me!" Bulgaria exclaimed hysterically, and Turkey didn't fight to maintain his grip as the former fell laughing. "YOU LOVE ME!"
More deranged giggling followed, and he watched as Bulgaria tried to recover from his little bout.
"I do love you," Turkey stated with completely sincerity and a more relaxed smile. "You're probably the person I trust the most."
There's really no way to describe the glee that lit up on Bulgaria's face, and he practically squealed in delight while Turkey looked on fondly. "You do! You do! And for the first time in my life, I had something that will never ever be destroyed."
That went without saying. No matter what people may say, Turkey did truly value their relationship. He loved the broken nation in front of him, driven mad by love and a desire to have something that wouldn't be broken by the humans.
"With nations, love is impossible to find. Loyalties change too often, or the nations themselves change." Bulgaria began solemnly, which slowly turned into utter adoration again. "But with you it's different. You discovered how to break free from the humans' influence. They couldn't possibly hope to control someone so amazing like you. And you shared that joy with me; you freed me from a pathetic life of endless suffering. Now I belong to you, and I can't be any happier. Words can't hope to describe… Haha… I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU!"
Nothing but silence, and the sound of Bulgaria's heavy breathing after taking so non-stop, was left in the room after that final proclamation. Turkey did nothing but stare at the other man, his mask hiding what emotion there might be in his eyes. When Bulgaria gave one last exhale, he gazed up tentatively at him, waiting for his reaction.
Then, Turkey threw his head back and laughed.
It was so strange hearing someone revere someone like him like this. Turkey wasn't surprised by anything he heard, he had already heard them or similar words before, but they still elicited such joy from him. Of course Bulgaria would have that effect on him as Turkey did the other way around.
"Hahaha…!" Turkey slapped a hand against his forehead. His laughter subsided into sniggers and he looked down to face his mildly perplexed Bulgaria. "I'm sorry, Dimitri, sometimes I forget just how much you bring me joy too."
Bulgaria squealed, a hand grasping the fabric over his chest, and then he dropped into a bow. "Blagodarya, Sadik! I don't deserve…"
"Hey, save the bowing for later. I'm not done talking yet."
Immediately, Bulgaria got off the ground, laughing sheepishly. "S-Sorry…"
"You know this already, Dimitri, but you mean just as much to me as I do to you." Turkey began in a slightly less jovial manner than before. But it always felt nice to say it. He smiled with a rare emotion: kindness. "I never thought I'd actually come to care this much. I never thought I'd ever get to know what romantic love actually felt like… It may be twisted, but what the hell does that matter? I love you."
The grin on the other's face broadened as his eyes gleamed brightly with something crazed, but Turkey held up a hand and then slowly moved it to caress a mesmerized Bulgaria's cheek.
"The two of us will stand by side together, hand in hand, as powerful as we were in the old days, in the new world, ever after for the rest of our days. And frankly, I don't think I could picture myself anyone standing beside me like that but you, Dimitri. Choosing you must've been one of the best decisions I ever made."
He meant it. Turkey had of course been totally sure of his decision when he made it, but he's still proud of it.
For about a half a minute, there's nothing except for the sound of heavy breathing and a flushed face adorned with a smile too wide, then he began to giggle yet again. "Hee… Heeheehee! I can't describe how happy hearing that makes me! I don't think I… You're too kind, Sadik."
"Aw, don't go gushing over me. You're the one who nailed it!" Turkey insisted, lightly thwacking Bulgaria on the head. "Those were such tender and passionate words you shared there, Dimitri. I loved it, I really did!"
"I was only stating the truth," Bulgaria said sheepishly, looking like he could barely contain his glee over the compliments.
"Don't sell yourself short, kid!" Turkey cracked a mischievous grin as he 'booped' Bulgaria on the nose, and his mind finally came to a decision. "I think you deserve a reward for being such a good pet."
Face blushing brightly, Bulgaria lowered his head. "I don't need a reward. Knowing you love me is all I need."
And without it, Bulgaria may as well die. "Well, I want to reward you, and like you said earlier, I do want to make the most of our limited time together…"
Bulgaria's eyes widened. "Y-You mean…?"
"I made up my mind." Turkey stated as his hands wrapped around Bulgaria's neck, and he licked his lips. "Actions speak louder than words, you know. So how about I demonstrate just how much I love you?"
The smile Bulgaria gave could have shamed the sun.
/ / / / /
Tunisia didn't know what to think. Honestly, he was still having a lot of trouble believing that any of this was happening.
He did. He actually told Hungary he liked men. For the first time, he told someone about his deepest shame. He never thought that day would come. And she accepted him. Not only didn't she accept him, Hungary didn't do anything that he expected she'd do.
This was all so strange to him, and not only because of things changed so quickly. He couldn't get over the way Hungary was with him. The memory of her allowing him to hug her while he sobbed on her shoulder, and feeling her gently rub his back and whisper that it's alright to cry as if they were family, was still fresh on his mind. He recalled her saying that there's nothing wrong with him (How could she say that? She didn't know what he felt when Morocco–), as if that were really true. How she was worried about him even though there's no real reason for her to care, how she kept trying to cheer him up and she helped him talk to Algeria…
It all seemed like straight out of a dream.
So did he regret it? Part of Tunisia wanted to scream 'YES!', another was more reluctant, then another one was quiet, while the last one wanted to (honestly) say that he didn't. In other words, he didn't know. Like he said before, he didn't what to think right now.
But why did he tell her? He just couldn't understand that. Why did he just blurt it out like that to her, her of all people?
It couldn't be because… He thought back to what his brother had said, about how he craved affection; he craved for anyone to love or care about the 'real' Tunisia. And how, naturally, he would enjoy Morocco's advances. Tunisia shuddered in disgust. He wanted to deny that. He really did. But he knew part of him did selfishly wish for someone who'd…
Tunisia shook his head profusely at the thought and smacked his forehead. B-But he knew better than that! He had long learned to know better than to hope, much less want. So he couldn't be letting that cloud his better judgment now, could he? It couldn't be that he spilled his secret to Hungary, who might as well be a stranger to him, and accepted her help instead of knowing better because he desperately wanted someone to care about him after so long… right?
But it was the truth, wasn't it? Even Hungary thought so. It didn't help that he didn't pull away when she hugged him (he didn't want to), when she kept trying to cheer him up and that he allowed her to talk him into coming out of his room (if it weren't for her, then he…).
Oh, it's no use agonizing over it. He sighed and buried his face in his hands. What's done is done. Whatever happens next will be his fault.
…Could it be he's worrying over nothing though? Tunisia froze in his anxious fidgeting as the thought crossed his mind.
He automatically wanted to shut that out of his mind. Call it force of habit. When it came to himself, it's better to remain guarded and expect the worse than to hope only to end up getting crushed. But he found that he couldn't ignore it, no matter how terrified it made him feel. But what if he was worrying over nothing?
Hungary had been nothing but kind to him, which… despite everything, he couldn't say that he didn't appreciate it.
Reluctantly, he then made himself look at all the facts. Hungary saw Morocco kissing him (inadvertently saving Tunisia from any more humiliation in process) and didn't tell anyone about it, even though Tunisia didn't ask her to keep it a secret. She helped defend him from Morocco when he tried to knock him out, even though she was being forced to defend herself while carrying Liechtenstein. Already she did more than he could've asked…
And then after that fiasco, Hungary approached him when he was alone, away from anyone might overhear. No anger, no suspicion, just an understandable desire to know what's going on. Even when he blew her off like that, she still didn't tell anyone, even after she got into an argument with Algeria over him, and waited until the next day to show up again instead of forcing the truth out of him because she saw that he needed to be alone. Then she put up with his stubbornness, kept trying to reassure him that she just wanted to help, until he finally told her the ugly truth about himself.
He was admittedly worried that she might end up going back on her word after he left, but that never happened, did it?
Tunisia didn't see any odd or suspicious looks thrown his way. Algeria… She still loved him. As far as he was concerned, everything was… well, normal. As normal as their group could be, but still nothing out of the ordinary.
Hungary never told anyone his secret. She was being honest with him.
There's no way he could deny any of that. Today, she'd proven that he wasn't anything that he expected. She just kept surprising and confusing him every step of the way. Also, for what doing what she did, for keeping all of this a secret and being so kind, Tunisia... was grateful for that.
Slowly as that realization sank it, Tunisia's body unknowingly relaxed. Yes, he did feel grateful for her caring for someone like him.
And… and… when she hugged him, let him cry as much as he wanted…
"I really think it's time you start being honest with yourself, Malik."
It felt nice. It felt… nice to have someone know about his secret and care. It felt so pleasant and safe, like the memories of his father's kindness.
That selfish part of himself wanted more of that. He wanted Hungary to keep caring, to continue being kind to him for the sake of being kind. Tunisia couldn't crush it no matter how he tried. The more he delved further, the more reluctant Tunisia felt about perishing the thought and the more he began to like it. He did like it. He wanted– he wanted–
"Psst!"
Tunisia barely stifled a shriek, and he spun around to find Hungary behind him with a massive grin. He scowled, "What's wrong with you, woman? You almost gave me a heart attack!"
Hungary gave a quiet but sheepish laugh, seeming more amused than sorry. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to ask if we can talk for a bit…?"
Tunisia frowned, and gave a wary look around them. They're in the middle of a hallway and as far as he could see they're alone. He wasn't sure if this was the best place to talk… "Can it wait? I kind of promised Algeria that I'd–"
"Don't worry, I'll just take up a few minutes, nothing more. Then you can go back doing whatever it is you were going to do," Hungary assured him hastily, before her cheerful demeanor suddenly became serious. "I just wanted to ask… How are you doing? Feeling better?"
The questions made Tunisia feel tense, but the answer came easier than he expected. "A… little better, I guess."
Hungary smiled warmly at this, glad that Tunisia was feeling better. "How are things with Algeria so far?"
"Better than I thought, actually," Tunisia answered more easily, feeling his lips twitch up into a smile. He really did like that he's talking to his sister again. "She hasn't tried to press me about what… what happened with Rahim. She understands that I need time."
"Good," Hungary appeared quite happy with this. "See? I told you that you had nothing to worry about."
Tunisia felt his face flush. "Oh, yeah, you did."
"And I saw you two hug earlier. I'm happy for you two. I guess under all that uptightness, she's a softie with you."
Tunisia's eyes went wide and they just as quickly narrowed. "Wait, you were spying on us?"
"Hey, I just wanted to be there for you in case things didn't go so smoothly!" Hungary exclaimed defensively, crossing her arms with a small huff. "It doesn't hurt to be careful."
"I think you stepping in would've made things worse." Tunisia couldn't help but deadpan. It wasn't like him, and he didn't like it, but right now he's so tired that he didn't take much notice or care.
"I would've made … somehow… I'm sure of it," Hungary fumbled over her words, either intentionally or not, before trailing off with a blush. Tunisia would've cracked a smile if he still didn't feel uncomfortable in her presence. The European sighed, "But look, I didn't have to get involved, and everything turned out just fine. Isn't that what matters?
"I… suppose you're right." Honestly, Tunisia did agree with her on that.
"Right! So let's all try to be happy," Hungary clapped her hands with a grin then leaned closer to whisper. "Especially you, Tunisia."
Ignoring the strange twinge in his heart, Tunisia mutely nodded. He wasn't sure if he could do that, but he won't tell her that. He didn't know what else to say. Should… should he leave, excuse himself? Or would it be better to ? Enough time had passed that it'd be fine if he left, right?
Not even a few seconds after something occurred to him. Had he really thanked her for what she did? No, he did, briefly, but… it didn't feel like it was enough. But what would be?
"Um, Hu-Hungary?" Tunisia stuttered nervously.
Hungary gazed at him curiously "Hm?"
Tunisia pressed his mouth in a thin line. He just couldn't stay quiet about this. Mustering up every bit of courage he had, he took a deep breath and quietly uttered the words.
"Th… Thank you." The words felt so strange yet so satisfying leaving his mouth. "For… for what you did back… Thank you."
Hungary blinked twice and stared at him with what could only be surprise, as if she wasn't expecting him to honestly thank her for going through the trouble of helping him. Tunisia couldn't blame her. This was all so weird…
But then he was taken aback when Hungary smiled warmly at him once again. "It's no problem, Tunisia. You really need someone to talk to, and I'm happy to help."
Tunisia felt a little taken aback by her response, and he flinched when she leaned closer to whisper.
"You can tell me the rest of the story later."
Tunisia instinctively became rigid, and the air almost got caught in his throat. "I… I don't think I…"
"It's alright," Hungary quickly assured him (and was that concern in her eyes?), as she leaned back again with the same smile. "You can tell me when you feel you're ready."
"Is that really okay?" Tunisia asked uncertainly.
"Yes, I mean it. Just know that it's not healthy to keep it all cooped up, okay?" Hungary advised kindly, and she gave him a wink. "In the meantime, know if you're ever in need of a good pep talk or you just feel depressed, I'll be there."
I'll be there.
The words repeated themselves in his mind as Tunisia managed a weak nod before Hungary waved him goodbye and took her leave, soon enough vanishing from sight, leaving Tunisia staring blankly at nothing.
After what felt like hours, Tunisia finally shook himself out of it and forced himself to steer away from the space Hungary once stood, harshly reminding himself that he still had an important appointment with Algeria.
He felt a twinge of guilt in his heart at the thought of his sister. This felt wrong. He didn't want to lie to his sister about what happened with Hungary. It's already enough that he had to keep his feelings and the personal details to himself, but now this? But what else could he do?
And he couldn't just let her continue thinking that Hungary was up to no good, even though Tunisia's not completely sure if he could actually trust her. And if he still wanted to talk to her (or… maybe… he did want… or…) or even tell her more! But he promised Hungary that he'd try to change Algeria's mind of her, or at least improve her opinion, didn't she? Besides, it just didn't… the thought of the two of them remaining in bad terms didn't sit well with him.
Minutes later, he found his sister sitting on the sofa in the living room, and she brightened considerably upon seeing him. "Malik!"
Tunisia felt an easy smile cross his face at seeing his sister so happy to see him. "Khalida. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting–"
"You didn't, don't worry. Now, come on, this is really important. The quicker we come to a decision, the better."
Tunisia nodded his head in agreement and sat down with his sister.
After finally properly speaking to each for the first time since escaping from Switzerland's house, they naturally agreed to talk again, not to discuss Morocco, but to just talk , which Tunisia was deeply looking forward to. But after the meeting, it was agreed between the both of them that they needed to discuss how they'll try to proceed with Germany's plan of contacting their governments.
Somehow, Tunisia managed not to let his mind linger away to the situation with Hungary in the middle of an important conversation.
There wasn't much they could do at the moment except try to call their bosses, but even that seemed risky. The Order might get alerted. If Egypt was alive and able, they'd ask him if he could teleport them to their respective countries and see for themselves while also having an easy escape in case anything bad happened. Romania could do it, sure, but Egypt had more knowledge of their countries, and the former was also already busy helping the Central Americans and not in very good shape right now…
The easiest solution to this would be to wait for Egypt to wake up, fully healed from the snake venom, so that he could help them. Tunisia didn't like the idea of spending more time unaware of what's going on in his land, Algeria less so especially considering her capital was bombed, but it's all they got right now. And he didn't want to pressure Egypt.
"I wish Egypt wouldn't have to take so long to recover," Algeria frowned with worry visible in her stern expression. "Not just for our sakes. I'm worried how he'll feel when he wakes up."
"I know, Khalida, but we should be glad that he'll come back from this." Tunisia said softly.
Algeria gnawed on her lip, and from what Tunisia could tell his sister looked like she's conflicted about either going on a rant or resigned herself. "I know, I know. But he… he does so much to help. He should be resting, not in darkness with more than one body part suffering from necrosis."
"He'll have plenty of time to properly rest when he wakes up."
"I doubt someone as active as him will appreciate having to be confined to a bed."
"I don't think any of us would be happy, Khalida."
Especially with the way Egypt had been killed. Tunisia wondered if Morocco would have a problem killing him, at least temporarily (though Morocco had never been the type to just give up). He already didn't have a problem torturing him and doing things brothers shouldn't ever do with each other. It pained him to admit him, but he could almost imagine it.
…It'd leave his body completely vulnerable for his brother to do whatever he wanted.
A wave of nausea hit Tunisia and he desperately tried to put those horrifying thoughts out of his mind. No, no, no, he's not about to think about something like that! Focus on Algeria.
"But at the same, I suppose I can understand why it'll have to take a while," Algeria admitted begrudgingly while folding her arms over her chest, and she gave Tunisia a sideways glance. "I took a look at his corpse earlier this morning. It's not a pretty sight."
Tunisia could imagine. He knew a lot about snakes. They're fairly abundant in North Africa, and one of his siblings was terrified of them while another adored them and even had one as a demonic pet. Naturally he had been dragged into many arguments about snakes in the past…
"A snake, I can't believe Nigeria…" Algeria growled under her breath, personally disgusted for obvious reasons, before she then regarded Tunisia quizzically. "Actually, have you seen him? I know you said you never left your room until today but…"
At that moment Tunisia felt crushed with guilt. He had been so absorbed by his issues that he had forgotten that one of his friends was currently dead and didn't even bother to go check on him.
"I… I've actually kind of forgotten to visit him. I haven't even prayed for his recovery." Tunisia admitted miserably.
"It's fine, Malik." Algeria quickly assured him, to Tunisia's surprise, sounding genuinely understanding. "You have a lot on your own mind and your own problems to deal with. I'm sure Gupta would understand."
Tunisia still felt guilty about it, but there were more important things they needed to get to, so he let the matter go so they could continue the conversation. However, there's one thing he couldn't let go no matter how he tried. Oh, who was he fooling? At this point he's just stalling.
W-Well, now was a good as time as any to bring up the subject of Hungary, right? A-And look on the bright side, this could also help prove to Morocco that he did have a backbone.
"U-Um, Algeria?"
"Yes?"
Tunisia swallowed, and frowned as he tried not to tear his gaze away from Algeria's. Here goes nothing… "Th-There's something I need to confess…"
"Malik, I told you. You don't have to tell me everything right now." Algeria said with just the tiniest bit of exasperation, looking at him with worry. "I'm more concerned with helping you than anything else."
"I-It's not that," Tunisia barely managed to stammer out. Chewing his nails was starting to feel really tempting right now, but like hell he's going to do that in front of her. "It's… um… about why I decided to leave my room and... and talk to you."
"What do you mean by that, Malik?"
"I didn't decide to do it on my own."
His sister's face looked utterly puzzled by that, and when Tunisia considered elaborating on that, realization dawned on Algeria's face. "You mean someone… encouraged you to leave?"
"Yes, that's right." Tunisia responded immediately, glad he didn't need to elaborate more while thinking up of what to say. "I only left because another nation helped convince me."
"Oh." Was Algeria's only response, along with the appearance of a small frown. Tunisia couldn't really place the emotions on her face. Was she concerned, offended? "Was it Belize? I was told she stopped by your room earlier to give you food."
Tunisia cringed at the guess, though who could fault Algeria for coming to that conclusion? The idea of Belize being the one to give him a pep talk was simultaneously both horrifying and actually a little funny. Knowing the brash girl, she'd probably drag him in or out of the room by force, threaten to thwack him with her sword if he didn't comply with any of her demands, or strongly encourage him to 'get out and get himself a man'.
…And just like that it stopped being funny.
"No. I mean, yes, she did show up and gave me food. It was delicious, by the way," It was an unnecessary detail, he knew, but he thought she might appreciate it regardless. Tunisia bit his lip and shook his head. "But it wasn't her."
"Who was it then?" Algeria inquired, her brown eyes narrowing slightly. She's probably realizing that Tunisia was basically starting to stall at this point.
Was it stupid that Tunisia could feel his heart hammering against his chest, or the sweat trailing down his brow, or the way he's fidgeting his fingers? Why's he so nervous about this? It's just making himself, and by extension, Hungary, both look worse. He wasn't going to tell Algeria what Morocco did or even anything about his secret. He's just going to explain how Hungary helped him while leaving out the details that'd possibly make his sister hate him.
But Tunisia needed to do this right. Not only that, but probably he'll need a good backbone for this if Algeria did get angry. Morocco's taunts about him being a puppy came back echoing in his mind, and Tunisia became even tenser. If he messed up, then it'll be hard for Hungary to talk to him in private with his sister constantly keeping watch. (He didn't want to lose it he didn't want to lose it he didn't want to lose it–)
He sighed, and opened his mouth to finally give his answer.
/ / / / /
Germany considered his options while everyone else followed the plan he had laid out for them.
Most importantly of all was the matter of where they'll hold the meeting.
Russia and China, despite the possible risks, weren't bad options. While General Winter could help prevent attacks on them, and there were several places in China that would be difficult to reach, Germany did have to wonder if the Order was expecting them to go establish a base in the most powerful countries they had on their side. Since it would be the most logical course of action to do…
But what if the Order knows that they'd come to the conclusion that the Order would think they'd go to the most obvious options and instead had a trap prepared in countries like Hungary in case their group did end up going there? No, wait, what if…
God, here comes headache. Why didn't England have any good aspirin?
One headache and a lengthy discussion with Hungary later, it was then that Germany eventually (and somewhat reluctantly) decided that for the meeting. They could change locations afterwards once they had everyone organized.
Now, next followed the rest of the agenda…
There was the tragedy that occurred yesterday with the two sole survivors of the Caribbean. The girls... They obviously couldn't be sent back to their homes, but they also couldn't leave them like that. The least they could do would be to give them a proper burial. Germany will see to it that they do, and the Central Americans wished to help. Those poor girls didn't deserve what had happened to them.
How could you be callous, Prussia? How could you allow them to let them be slaughtered like this after you destroyed their lives all in the name of your goals?
At least there's good news to alleviate the grim reminder of their vulnerability. By astronomical luck, the tapes have survived the battle, the television... not so much. Belize had bawled her eyes out over the loss despite it being not nearly as important, with Honduras offering comfort and the promise of helping her buy a new one.
There's an easy way to remedy the problem of how to demonstrate the evidence. They could easily get another one when they're in Hungary. Until then, it's important that they keep that evidence from getting lost no matter what.
But going back to the Central Americans, a few of them have set out to finally pick up Romano and bring him here. Of course, Italy also went with them, and Germany wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he later learned that he glomped his brother while in tears. And of course, with Romania being the one to help them teleport to Honduras and back.
Despite concerns voiced by a surprisingly intimidating Ukraine, they managed to gently convince her that they needed to bring Romano here as soon as possible before anyone else did and Romania's the only one they had available right now, and that this will be the only task Germany will give Romania until the fanged nation was fully recuperated.
Algeria and Tunisia were sorting out what to do with their governments. Seychelles was discussing it with Monaco… And speaking of Monaco, there's also something the girl wanted to speak to Germany about when he could, which he will later.
Japan had already informed Greece and Cyprus of the danger and now he's giving them the update regarding the meeting. China also volunteered to help spread word of the meeting.
…Egypt's out of commission until about a week, give or take.
Everything… seemed to be going well so far, although it might be too soon to judge.
And as for what Germany will do? Well, since England's in no condition to talk (or be throttled, if it ever comes to that), they might as well attend to the mess regarding Bosnia.
Obviously, Hungary will be going with him, the woman being clearly worried sick about Bosnia. Russia, well… It may seem like a questionable choice considering the argument he and Hungary had earlier, but they'll have an easier time getting through the humans faster without much issue with his help. The effects of Russia being Russia also extended to them.
Also, in case one or two members of the Order show up, Germany thought that their group would stand a good chance against them, at least until Bosnia's taken away to another location.
This can't wait any longer. They couldn't risk a member of the Order finding Bosnia first either. Germany needed answers. It's time to find out what's truly going on with Bosnia. He's done with the Order playing them around. If Bosnia was indeed with the Order, no matter how vehemently Hungary might say otherwise, then they need to do something about it. They will get their answers from Bosnia.
Even if Germany had to force them out of him.
/ / / / /
Botswana didn't know how he managed to fall asleep knowing that there are three monsters outside spying on them, but somehow, he managed with how exhausted he was.
Khoisan's hut was… um… cozy enough. It was a little cramped with the six of them though, but they managed and Khoisan kindly tried his best to make them feel comfortable. Botswana had a good night's sleep, even though he might've found himself awkwardly being witness to Namibia and Zimbabwe arguing over the latter's snoring more than once.
There were a lot of things on his mind. He wanted to know what Khoisan wanted to tell them, he wanted to know if Khoisan knew the answer that'd been burning on Botswana's mind for hours after failing to get it before the impundulu showed up. Many worries that were kind of eating away at him, but Botswana managed to put them out of his mind long enough to fall asleep like a rock. Things will be okay in the morning, he tried to tell himself.
Miraculously, Botswana didn't have a single nightmare throughout the entire night.
Morning arrived soon enough, and like he said before, Botswana ended up sleeping surprisingly well despite the situation. It's not bad in here, actually. And he's happy to see that the others seemed to have slept… okay. Well, most of them, at least.
Zimbabwe was groggy and weak, but Botswana's not really surprised, n-no offense. It's Namibia he's worried about. She had slightly visible bags under her eyes, which Botswana knew a lot better than to comment on, and overall looked tense. Botswana was worried about her.
But it wasn't long after everyone shook off the morning drowsiness that Khoisan finally addressed the elephant in the room.
"There are several reasons why I have brought you here, and I promise that they are worth the trouble we unfortunately through," Khoisan was saying solemnly, and he gave them all a clearly apologetic look. "I apologize again for the impundulu, by the way."
"It's not your fault, Khoisan," Botswana assured him, managing a shaky smile. "Um, so, why are we here?"
Everyone's eager to finally to have that question answered, and so they paid full attention to what the old man had to say about it.
"The five of you want answers and help, am I wrong?" Khoisan asked calmly, and once he was met with a round of nods, he became solemn and put his hands behind his back. "I told you before that I can't help you escape, not without making the masters angry and I do not want to see any of you hurt. But I can help you in other ways, and give you some answers you seek."
"What do you mean? How can you help us exactly?" Namibia asked, interested, leaning forward.
"With my powers of prophecy." Was Khoisan's simple answer.
Botswana was sure he spent an embarrassing amount of seconds staring before doing a double take, and his jaw dropped in disbelief. Wait, what? He did hear that right, right?
"Prophecy? You can see the future?" Angola said incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
"How? Are you a witchdoctor or something?" Mozambique asked curiously, tilting her head slightly. She sounded less skeptical than Angola was.
Khoisan gave a wry grin, as if amused by the question. "Don't sound so skeptical. I already a fair bit of magic, as you saw from how I saved us from the impundulu. I've learned a lot with my age, and you younger ones would know a lot more if it weren't for the Europeans."
Awkwardly, Botswana fiddled with the collar and wondered if the uncomfortable feeling in his chest was shame or remorse. Was there anything he could say? Anything he should say? He eventually decided that maybe right now wasn't exactly the best time to focus on that.
And that's hardly what's important here. Khoisan could see the future? Botswana stared in shock. Weirdly, he didn't find himself so skeptical of that. He had magic too. True, it's astral projection and not clairvoyance, but it's still not exactly something… expected. And hadn't Khoisan already proved that he had powers when he saved them from the impundulu?
"Hey, is this what you meant yesterday when you said you failed to foresee the impundulu attacking us?" Namibia asked as realization dawned on her face, and looked to Khoisan for confirmation on this. "You literally didn't see them coming."
"Yes, that's exactly correct. Once again, you are bright as always, Namibia," Khoisan smiled slightly, with Namibia blushing again at the praise, before his previous mood returned. "I truly did not know that the impundulu would attack."
Ah. That explained it, he supposed. Botswana slowly began to finish processing this information. It's just one surprise after another.
"So… you want to tell us the future? Why?" Angola still didn't look completely convinced.
"Yeah. I don't mind knowing what's ahead with everything happening, but what's the use?" Zimbabwe asked bitterly, his face twisting into a scowl. "It's not gonna be really useful if there's no way for us to escape."
"Why? What's the use? You may have surrendered, but that doesn't mean you will be safe from trouble." Khoisan snorted as if the very idea was extremely ridiculous. "I am doing this so that you will have a better chance at surviving it."
Botswana stared at the old man wide eyes. Wait- Wait, did that mean that–
"Is- Is something going to happen to us soon?" Botswana asked the old man nervously. For some reason, he was really dreading the answer.
"That is exactly what I will get to. Now, let's begin." Khoisan stated firmly as he sat down on a spot between Angola and Namibia. "I am unsure how much time we have left until Chris finally arrives."
A chill went down Botswana's spine at the mention of his neighbor and he tried hard not to gulp. He hadn't forgotten about South Africa, not at all. But it's a fact that sooner or later, he will show up and they have no idea what'll happen then. Khoisan said that he'll do his best to protect them, and Botswana really wanted to trust him, but who says that he'll be able to?
"W-Wait, Khoisan." Angola suddenly spoke up, looking worried, and she glanced uneasily to the entrance of the hut. "What about the impundulu? Can they hear us? Will they be able to hear us?"
"Don't worry, they will not be able to eavesdrop." Khoisan reassured them, but his face twisted in distaste, something Botswana noticed that happened every time the monsters were brought up. "It's only for a limited amount of time, however, so it is all the more reason to begin. Are there any other questions?"
The old man was met with murmurs of 'no's' from the five Southern Africans present and a ghost of a smile crossed his face.
"Good. Now, first…"
/ / / / /
Bosnia awoke to a familiar stabbing pain in his head, a feeling that had been becoming more and more annoying frequent, and he knew that this was the same as last time. He's starting to become too familiar with it. He hissed. His mind was groggy and confused, but he tried to shame himself out of it.
Slowly, he started to come back to his senses. Blinking the dark spots away, Bosnia slowly opened his eyes again. What happened to him? He stared blankly into space for what felt like years before he had a belated realization. He jerked and looked around frantically.
Wait a minute. This wasn't the room Hungary left him in. Where…? Where was…?
Panicking, Bosnia tried to move around to get a better look at his surroundings (pray that this wasn't what he thought it was–!) but he realized he couldn't move his arms. He looked down at himself and his eyes widened. He had a straitjacket. Someone put him in a straitjacket. Why was he in a straitjacket? What was this place? What's going on? What happened to him?
Terror slowly building up within him, he tried to wrack his brain for answers, but he came up with nothing and the pain only became worse as he tried. He couldn't remember a thing about what happened after… after…
…he blacked out again. God, it happened to him again.
The memories of the last times he blacked out came rushing back into him and utter dread pooled into Bosnia's whole being. He couldn't remember a thing, and a lot of those times he was told that he ended up trying to hurt someone or something along those lines.
Someone wouldn't have done this to him if they didn't have a good reason for it, would they?
"Wh-What have I…?"
Yeah... Not much to say here, I know. Sorry if this chapter feels uneventful. Some segments ended up being a lot longer than intended, and that was mostly because I wanted to give the characters more characterization or development. I always wanted to flesh out some of the South Americans... and Turkey and Bulgaria's relationship. And I wanted to get back to the Africans' storyline. Wish I could've done more with other characters, but there's always next chapter. Speaking of which, the next chapter will have a lot more action, where we'll be seeing Prussia and Lithuania carry out their plan and the other nations preparing to invading Russia. You know, actual plot, to make up for the lack of plot here.
Stay healthy and DON'T buy up all the damn toilet paper. Please review, if you have a minute.
