Another one! Already? Yep! im just spiking y'all now

"I'm sorry, Hera."

The words sealed the moment, creating an opening to a new relationship that neither of them could have predicted yet. Heracles wanted to reply, to say something, to tell him he was forgiven, but he couldn't. Heracles felt his throat close up and his eyes begin to sting. He opened his mouth, but only a sob came out and he quickly shut it again, turning onto his side and hiding his head in Sadlk's stomache again.

"Shit, swhat'd I do?" Sadlk panicked, pulling the younger nation closer to him and stroking his head again. "I'm sorry, kid, did I do something wrong? I dont get it, what am I s'pposed to do?" Sadlk panicked as the Greek cried in his lap, worried and frustrated and upset and wondering where he went wrong and how late it was to fix everything. He just stroked Heracles hair and said nonsensical things like what he used to when the kid was a kid and woke up from a nightmare.

Heracles slowly wrapped his arms around the older nation as his crying slowly went down to quiet hiccups as Sadlk continued rocking him, whispering apologies one after another.

"'M sorry, too," Hera murmured quietly, hiding his face further into the crook if the Turk's neck. "I..."

Swell tightened his grip around the younger nation. "Sorry for what?"

"..." Heracles didn't say anything, closing his eyes and thinking of only the smell of the Turk, the soothing circles being rubbed into his back, the smell of cigarettes, peppermint, and another he couldn't quite place.

Sadlk slowly stopped his movements, feeling the younger nation offer the tell-tale signs of sleep. Heracles' breathing evened out as his vice-like grip around Sadlk loosened, and the personification of Turkey could only chuckle lightly as he shifted his once-kid off his lap and back into the position he was before, minus the lap pillow seeing as to how the Turk chose to stand over continuing to sit.

''I don't know how you stand it, kid, sleeping all day," Sadlk chuckled aloud. Before much else of anything could be done, however, strong arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him die onto the couch, mostly on top of and slightly beside the aforementioned 'kid' that Sadlk happened to remember that he was very obviously not a kid due to the very obviously not-kids arms that were currently holing onto his person in a manner entirely different from the way they were before. Sadlk's agitated eyes stared into most-definitely-not adorable yet wide awake eyes.

"you should try it; sleeping, I mean."

"Pretty damn sure that the floor is dry by now, brat." Sadlk's eyes glanced away, as he glared at the floor as if it were at fault for the Greeks childish display.

Heracles pouted, mimicking the Turk."Pretty sure this is more comfortable." Sadlk's wiggled around and glared back up at Greece personified. He pretended to miss the disappointment that flashed through his eyes. Heracles covered it up with a yawn. "Not like it matters." Sadlk sighed as he relaxed, grumbling under his breath.

"Whatever, just move over."

A/N

a'ight-y, then! Howdy folks! Here's another chapter, before the year is up (gaaaaasp!) sooo, I'm a bit fussy right now. Bet mehck. Whatever. I've been ing through some of my old stuff and DAYUM am I embarrassed. I'm actually embarrassed with what I'm typing out right now. I'm such a three year old. Bleeeegjhhhherba.