Hello again, people! After I posted the last chapter, I realised that I should've explained how I write these three. You see, since every (or at least most) nation has a human name and a country name, I'll call them both, like how Greece=Heracles Karpusi, or Turkey=Sadiq Adnan. So for anyone who only knows one name and not the other, I'm sorry for confusing you. Also, Japan=Kiku Honda. OK? We all good now? Good! Then let's get on with the story! This chappie's a bit shorter.
"Hey Kiku, who's stronger?" Turkey and Greece demanded in unison. "I don't know, I've never seen either of you lift anything heavier than a cat." Japan responded, still focused on his book. "...well, then, how much do you weigh?" Heracles quietly asked. "About 130 pounds, why do you want to kn-Ah!" Greece wrapped his arms around Kiku's waist from behind and picked him up off the ground. Suddenly the sky was much closer than usual and Kiku couldn't see the ground anymore. Not to mention that beneath him, Heracles' body was very warm...
When Greece finally put him down, both Turkey's and Japan's faces were bright red, but for different reasons. Japan was embarassed, indignant, and maybe possibly a little bit-dare I say it?-turned on, while Turkey was boiling mad, his rage causing the temperature to rise several degrees. "Well, I can pick him up too!" he proclaimed before picking Japan up in much the same way Greece had. "Wah!" Kiku uttered a sound of surprise as Sadiq swooped him up in his arms. The raven man had the sudden urge to flail around, but surpressed it until the masked man lowered him back to the ground and let go.
"Why do you always have to bring me into your fights?" Japan demanded of the two larger men. "Because you're important to me," they responded in unison, before resuming their glaring. Japan sighed. 'These two will be the death of me, I'm sure of it!' he despaired, then thought about it and amended, 'That is, if Italy doesn't do the job for them.'