Huzzah! I have updated, once again, in a short amount of time! Call me freaking butter because I'm on a roll! *does a victory dance of awesomeness*
This chapter contains mentions of Turkey/Egypt. There's also some brief , mentions of Greece/Japan (yuck, but I needed to do it...), Greece/France, Greece/Spain, Greece/Russia, and Greece/Prussia. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: Consider this story disclaimed. Yeah I forgot the disclaimer in the first two chapters, but at least I have remembered it now! Normally its not until the fifth chapter when it clicks or, if I'm writing a one/two-shot, about a week after I've posted it... heh heh...
Turkish rodeo- While screwing a girl(or man in this case XD) doggy style (traditionally through the Tradesman's Entrance, but vaginal penetration can be an unofficial variation), the male takes hold of the girl's (man's) hair (like a horse's mane, or saddle reins) and proceeds to shout out the name of the girl's (man's) sister (or best friend) in mid-thrust. The male then grips the hair even tighter and sees if he can hold onto the subsequent bull ride for 8 seconds.
In a room located somewhere in a Turkish mansion, Greece found himself being plowed into the bed by his rival. Again. His hands were white and clenching the sheets and he had long since given up on muffling the sounds he was emitting. Why, oh why, did he allow the Turkish bastard to do this to him? He let loose an exasperated moan as a particularly hard thrust right into his prostrate had him seeing stars. Oh yeah. This was why he allowed Turkey to have his way with him.
Greece can proudly say that he has slept with most of the nations and, though he wouldn't dare to admit it aloud, Turkey was, by far, the best lay. He may not have been the biggest (Russia took the prize for that) nor was he the most skilled (only France and Spain, countries of love and passion respectively, had the finesse to love-making). He didn't even share some of the tantalizing characteristics of his other bedmates (like Japan's soft almost silk-like hair or Prussia's riveting blood-red eyes), but he possessed something that no one could compete with. He was reckless and he knew Greece through and through.
However, the moment was ruined when Turkey screamed a name. A name that wasn't his.
"Oh, fuck, Egypt!"
Eight...
What. The. Fuck?! In that moment Greece saw red and immediately started thrashing around, hoping to knock Turkey off so he could kill him. How dare that bastard call out his brother's name in the middle of pounding him?!
Seven...
Also, why would Turkey be calling Egypt's name?! Was he fucking him, too? He better not be! No one touches his big brother!
Six...
Turkey had a strong grip on Greece's hair and was steadily counting down the seconds to his victory. And doom.
Five, four...
Turkey grew worried when Greece snapped a huge chunk of the iron headboard off. Crap, he thought, he's unleashing his inner Spartan!
Three...
Almost done! Turkey thought, seriously scared for his life.
Two...
Oh, fuck. Turkey thought. I am not goingto make it out of this alive...
One.
Three things happened simultaneously. Turkey came inside Greece, Greece finally broke away and made to pounce on the bastard, and Turkey shot out of the room as fast as he could.
"Turkey!" Greece's voice rang throughout the mansion. "You die tonight!"
~ Fin.