Erugh. I guess you're thinking "WHAT THE HELL TOOK SO LONG?" Well, lol, uh, I put a lot of thought into it... IN OTHER WORDS, PRORASTINATED. Since I put so much thought into it, it has to be good, yes? Ha ha ha. No... e_e;

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I heave a sigh. This is a sight I am so terribly used to seeing. They have never noticed me. I suppose that would be a good thing. And a common thing. Not that I wished to see this happening, just that I have always been there, watching them. I don't get off to that.

His big green eyes stared up at me, not making a move. He quickly looked away, seemingly understanding my plan. Turkey, however, was too dense to notice me. ... Just like him. Sneaking around to the front could be my only chance to save him. They disappeared from my line of sight as I climbed down from the balcony and hopped over the fence again to reach the front door. A loud scream pierced my ears, startling me. It was poor, unfortunate Greece. I regained my composure and knocked at the door. After about a minute of waiting in silence, I noticed the cleverly disguised doorbell. Taking note on how blind I must be, I pushed it, hearing the haunting sound echo through the palace. After a few seconds, none other than a hastly clothed in a bathrobe Turkey answered the door, his right hand in a towel. He was wiping something off. It shifted just right, showing me hints of vivid red. I said nothing.

"Yo, Egypt! My maaaan! What's up?" Still, I said nothing, just nodded slightly.

"Please, do come in," The words rolled off his sharp tongue as a look came across his face that one could only describe as the 'sexually deranged psycho' look. Hiding my disgust, I calmly entered his home.

"So, what brings you here~?" he asked in that tone that only he could make.

"Just coming to visit my dear friend." Apparently my tone wasn't as enthusiastic as he wished for.

"Ouch, acid in your words, Hassan. So, want something to eat~?"

"Yes, please. Thank you." Then he babbled and walked into the kitchen, yapping away, but I was busy staring at the white-robed figure lying in a heap in the couch, shaking. He looked up at me, tears in his eyes.

"... Are you ok?" He just shook his head no and buried his face again.

"ARE KEBABS OK?" Annan yelled from the kitchen.

"... YES, THANK YOU." I responded, then picked Greece up. He made a noise of discomfort.

"Hey hey, shh... It's ok..." Not meeting my eyes, he nestled his head on my shoulder as I carried him out. Then, I heard singing.

"Veux tu vraiment une reponse. Je ne sais pas sur quel ton.." Shutting the door behind me, I scanned the scene. There was nobody. Was I going insane?

"Je dois te dire que t'es choux.." Sounded like... Footsteps through the grass coming toward me. I looked around and saw nobody. I knew I was crazy by that point. The singing was suddenly right in my ear.

"Mais pas mon style de garcon." Suddenly, my arms were empty and someone was diving into the bushes.

"... WHAT."

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Oh la la~ The lyrics are from "Tu es beau" by Yelle. e_e; Can you guess who it was that totally just like, yeah? LMAO.