I want to apologize to TheAmazingGenie. I have ideas for the PruHun, no romance, but not enough for a full chapter. I took me so long just to write this. I am working on it and will try to have it done ASAP. I am really sorry. The next chapter up will definitely be of them.
Chapter summary: Heracles(Greece) and Sadik(Turkey) are sharing a room. Sadik finds a spider on his bed, then things happen.
Disclaimer: I try to be a good author, but sometimes it's so hard to convince myself to write. Reviews make it easier though, even if I don't own Hetalia.
The two males walked to their room in silence, speaking to each other solely with glares. Sadik unlocked the door and led the Grecian inside. Heracles made a B line for the bed, ignoring the door entirely. He dropped his carry-on full of his clothing in front of the small table that was harboring a lamp.
Sadik sighed and shook his head as the Greek ambled past him. He rolled his eyes and locked the door. When he reached the beds, it didn't surprise him that his roommate was already asleep, and he definitely did not care.
Why would it bother me that the jerk is asleep?
The Turk dropped his bag on the bed near the window and searched it for his pajamas.
I don't give a damn about what he does.
Upon finding his pajama pants, he gave up on looking for a shirt. He also took out a clean pair of boxers and headed for the shower.
Who sleeps this early? It's seven... but no male should be asleep at this time unless they're still being breastfed!
After a roughly thirty minute shower, he went to get his toothbrush.
That bastard can sleep for the next millennium for all I care.
Once he finished getting ready for bed he checked the time.
7:49. what do I do now?
Sadik took a seat at the edge of his bed and scanned the room. He pushed his bag off the bed and stared at the floor.
I sure as Hell am not going to sleep, I know that much.
The Turk fell back on his bed and examined the ceiling.
I think I packed a book or something. That bastard shouldn't have gone to sleep, not that I care.
He rolled over and rested his forehead on the pillow he made with his arms.
I don't care about that bastard. What's that feeling? It's warm and fuzzy...
Sadik rolled over and saw the cat that had recently been lying on his back.
Tch. Of course his cats are here... Now that I think about it... When did he bring his cats?
He sighed and took out a book from his bag and started to read, before he knew it, it was ten o'clock. He walked over to the other bed and woke up the sleeping man.
"What?" the Grecian groaned, pulling covers over his head.
"It's time for bed," Sadik stated plainly, turning back to his side of the room.
"Thank goodness, I wouldn't want to have slept through that." The Grecian rolled his eyes, but sat up nonetheless. "Why are you still wearing that damn mask?"
"Hmm, mask?" the Turk asked, stopping in his tracks and turning around.
"That thing on your face that you've been wearing since we met!"
The older man reached for his face and felt his face. "Oh, I guess I am. When did I put it on?"
"Do you ever take that thing off?"
"Why should I? Do you ever go anywhere without your cats?"
"That's not the same thing and you know it!" the Grecian objected.
"All those pesky things ever do is eat, sleep, and trip people!"
"Maybe you wouldn't fall if your vision wasn't hindered with that stupid mask of yours!"
"You're stupid!"
Heracles chuckled. "That's the best you can come up with?"
"I'm sorry, I'm wearing a mask. I can't hear you."
"That doesn't even make any sense."
"What? Speak up."
The Greek sighed and rolled his eyes. He went to his bag, removed his tooth brush and went to the bathroom.
When the Turk reached his side, he found a spider sitting on his pillow.
"Oi! There's a spider on my bed!" Sadik exclaimed, looking back at the open bathroom door.
"Then get rid of it," Heracles stated simply, brushing his teeth.
I knew that, bastard.
Sadik took a deep breath and coaxed the spider onto a sheet of paper. He let it out through the window by his bed. By the time he had closed and re-locked the window, his roommate had changed and was lying down. The Turk went to his own bed, but it was covered in cats. He glared at his frenemy
"Get your damn cats off my bed!" the tanned man yelled, pointing at where he should be sleeping.
The Grecian lazily rolled over, eyed his roommate, and smirked. "Do it yourself," he laughed.
Sadik rolled his eyes and went to remove the felines from his mattress, but they wouldn't move. They had inserted their claws into the bed to prevent removal. Eventually, they started hissing and even attempted to scratch the man.
The Turk sighed. "They're not moving." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"What a shame," Heracles remarked sarcastically, closing his eyes.
"Move over," he stated, giving up on having his own bed. He walked towards his roommate.
"What?"
"Move so I can share a bed with you. That's the least you can do."
"No, the least I can do is nothing."
"Just scoot over," the Turk demanded.
"Why would I scoot over? Eh?" The Grecian looked shyly to the side. "You... would do the same for me... Wouldn't you?" he muttered too soft for the other man to hear. He stared downward at his hands and thought it over. "I'm tired. I don't feel like talking anymore. Just sleep. Whatever."
Sadik tried to suppress his smile as his companion moved over to make room on the bed for him. He almost said thank you too, but by the time he opened his mouth to sleep, his roommate was already sleeping.
This time he did smile, and he shook his head as well. "That's all you ever do isn't it?"
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