Time by Eve-the-Charlotte
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers, sniffle, sniffle.
Pairings in this Story: Various.
Pairings in this Chapter: Turkey/Egypt, China/Korea, and Rome/Germania.
Prompt: Time
Oh my God, I've actually finished something more than one chapter long. Hoo-ray! I think I'll miss writing this story, but, hey, I might tack on one of those omake things later, who knows? Anyways, I hope you enjoy the final official chapter of Time, a Hetalia: Axis Powers story.
I'm really bad at writing China. . .
&You'reBornOfAJackal&
Millennium
Millennia had passed, and Sadik still couldn't get Gupta to go along with the idea of him courting the Egyptian! Honestly, did Egypt want to drive Turkey insane? Gupta always, though ever so subtly, flirted with the Turk constantly, yet always denied Sadik any more than mere teasing. It was enough to drive any man up the proverbial wall. And the Egyptian only worsened his teasing as he and the Turk got older. In the beginning, Gupta would smile shyly when Sadik looked his way and, if Egypt drank too much of his own beer, might perhaps wink seductively at Turkey. But, since the fall of the Ottoman Empire, Gupta's flirting had stepped a notch, or perhaps ten or twenty. The Egyptian would sit straddled on his chair when he and Sadik held diplomatic discussions alone (and sometimes, even when their bosses were present!), legs spread wide and invitingly. Gupta would lick his lips throughout shared meals, and the Egyptian had the gall to smirk sexily and wink whenever the Turk's eyes lingered too long on Egypt's appetizing form! And Allah forbid the heat of summer, for that was when Gupta lingered on Sadik's porch after their private meetings (Sadik noticed that whenever one of his bosses met Egypt, they made sure to afterward always schedule Sadik's meetings with the Egyptian to be private. Coincidence?), sucking at cherry popsicles while lazily watching Turkey try not to groan at the sight. Yet, in spite of these obvious temptations, Sadik Adnan has resisted his baser urges to just take the Egyptian to bed with him and asked for Gupta's permission to go out on dates and cuddle and all other sorts of couple-ish things.
And every. single. Damn. time. He. has. Said. NO. Verily, verily, verily, the entire situation threw the Turk. Wasn't Gupta supposed to be polite and chaste and not just looking for a good time? It was apparently not true, if the man's behavior was anything to go by. And even though Sadik wasn't the best Muslim in the past (and still isn't, come to think of it), he wants to at least be in a relationship before he sexes up a person (Heracles does not count. Sadik was power-mad. The brat would not convert and would not stop rebelling. Did not count.). Yet still Gupta shakes his ass at Sadik, obviously wanting a physical experience, if not relationship, if not a preferred emotional connection. Quite frankly, the whole scenario pissed off Turkey royally. And the scene in front of him was the straw that breaks this Turkish camel's back.
Gupta Muhammad Hassen was fluttering his damned eyelashes at that English bastard! Sadik felt his hands turn to fists as Gupta winked at England (horrible country, Sadik thinks, even though he hasn't spoken to the man in almost a century) and the Turkish nation ground his teeth as the Egyptian put his hand on the Englishman's shoulder and leaned closer, most likely under the lie of trying to hear the scruffy blonde dog better. Before Turkey could stomp over to the two and demand at least an explanation for Gupta's flirting with a nation other than himself, Sadik was beaten to the punch by a red-haired man who, though slightly taller and wirier than England, looked to be perhaps a relative of the Englishman, if those enormous eyebrows were a hereditary trait. The redhead sneered at Gupta, and, fortunately, the Egyptian sensed imminent danger and got far, far away from the brothers (Maybe? That was Sadik's only guess.). As soon as Egypt got out of range of the redhead (who wouldn't have noticed the Egyptian anyway, considering the way he was harping on the Englishman; did it make Sadik a horrible person if the sight made him smile?), Gupta grinned at Turkey in a rather, well, annoyingly smug fashion as the Egyptian licked his lips and batted his eyelashes coyly.
The Turk snapped as he easily picked up the Egyptian and slung the man over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Sadik grinned as his ears picked up Gupta's soft gasp of surprise. The other nations, as well as a couple of those irritating UN interns, all turned to stare and gape at the scene presented before their lying eyes. Turkey heard a certain Greek man whisper something about "neanderthal Turks" to his Japanese companion and whoever else was listening in, which caused Sadik's free hand turn to a fist, until a small, soft, and smooth hand traveled down the Turk's back at a leisurely pace, before delivering a sharp smack to Sadik's ass, whispering in Turkey's ear, "Go straight to the supply closet, yakışıklı." The Turk obeyed the command eagerly, his libido, turbo charged by those sweet lips uttering his native tongue, and practically ran at full speed out of the meeting hall, ignoring any and all strange looks and insults, Greece be damned.
Before the pair arrived at the aforementioned supply closet, Sadik stopped and turned his head back in the direction of Gupta's head was roughly located. "Before we go in there an', well," Turkey hesitated, an action completely unlike himself, "do . . . things, I gotta ask ya a question." Egypt did not answer immediately, so the Turk set the smaller man down, libido controllable now as Sadik fully intended to leave the Egyptian in the hall. However, that would not be the outcome of the scenario, as Gupta pulled Sadik down and crushed their lips together passionately. The action was intoxicating, making Turkey's knees go weak and his head to spin and his brain to forget anything beyond the bliss caused by the meeting of two pairs of lips. Shockingly, Egypt was the first to break away, whispering in Arabic in the Turk's ear. Those words made Sadik's eyes go wide and a smile to decorate the Turk's lush lips. He then picked up the Egyptian bridal-style and sped quick as his feet could take them to the supply closet and paradise on Earth.
Moment
For a moment, it seemed as though the world was perfect. Wang Yao was in charge of a country that had since shaken the yoke of his oppressors; he had the love of his life by his side; the world was good. Even though the world was at war, as well as his own country, still those facts could not damper the Chinese man's spirit. Then the war ended, and his entire world went to hell.
Ivan told him that, if he supported the new system, he and his love could split the piece of the pie that would come from ruling this new world order after the fall of many. That damn Russian lied. The newest war, fought on the land of his love, the one he had raised, destroyed everything it touched, including his love, his dear Yong-Soo. If the boy-man was not spitting curses at him, he was not unlike a machine, following orders, yes, but without care, without joy, without emotion. It was the second part that frightened Yao the most; that his Korean lover had turned into some sort of weapon to kill and destroy without ceasing. The fortune or misfortune depended upon one's view, but the angry Korea seemed to beat back his emotionless state long enough to end the senseless war, which pitted Yong-Soo's people against one another.
The only part China could really remember clearly was Korea's look of utter hate as he gazed upon Yao. Those brown eyes, so warm and friendly and full of love, had only malice, disgust, and, deep down, aching sadness. China attempted to convey his pleas for forgiveness through the windows of his own soul to Korea, which, given the way Yong-Soo broke their eye contact, were thoroughly and completely rejected. Yao hung his head in sorrow as his once lover walked away from the treaty room, leaving the Chinese man alone.
For a moment, the world was perfect, yet, as Yao learned yet again, a moment does not last forever. For the sake of his broken heart, however, China hoped for perhaps another moment of perfection before the end.
Eternity
It took Germania so long to succumb to the dark; it was okay, though, Rome thought, walking toward his dearest friend (almost lover), who stood before pearly gates of white and streets paved with gold, since they now had all of eternity to make up for lost and wasted time. The blonde seemed startled by the Roman's appearance, which made Romulus grin like the fool he once was at such an expression on his dear friend's normally so serious face. Adalheid stared disbelievingly at his once friend, the beautiful, dear friend he had murdered by his own hand stretching forth a tanned hand which bore no blemishes, no scars that had marred their beauty in life. The Germanic slowly reached out his own hand and clasped his dearest friend's tightly, still in a state of bewilderment. Rome grinned even wider and laughed in joy, suddenly embracing the man who had held his heart for so long and never did realize it. Germania stiffened before finally relaxing into the warmth of his dear Romulus. Finally, Adalheid had reached heaven.
&You'reBeautiful&
Turkish to English Translation:
yakışıklı – handsome
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