Heracles didn't cry. He was too strong for that, or so he told himself. He simply returned home, and he now sat on the sofa with his head in Kiku's lap, the smaller nation stroking his hair, albeit a bit stiffly.
Kiku said nothing, however. He knew both Sadik and Heracles well enough to know what had happened. He knew that Sadik regretted it already: The Turk had been texting him nonstop for the past hour.
Sadik really did love Heracles, it seemed, but that pride of his was preventing him from admitting it.
Kiku knew that. He also knew that Sadik was better for Heracles than he himself could ever be.
Sadik and Heracles had history, and no amount of present-day bonding could compare to history, especially the centuries-long relationship that stood between the two Mediterranean nations, despite the hatred and fighting that took place all too often. It's that long-standing bond that was making the present situation so painful for Heracles, and Kiku made sure to inform Sadik of this: Do you have any idea how much you've hurt him?
Sadik didn't even bother playing dumb. He knew he had broken Heracles' heart. And he knew that he had to make it right.
He managed to get a flight with surprising ease, making his way to Athens in a matter of hours. When he arrived, Kiku was still there, seated with Heracles on the sofa.
The smallest of the three nations stood, only flinching slightly at the hug and whispered "thank you" at his ear before he slunk out of the house.
He was willing to leave the two Mediterranean nations to their own devices, but one thing was certain: He was going to miss Heracles terribly after this.
