Okay, final chapter! There's a little mature language, so proceed with caution!

Sadik stood in the doorway, frozen in place by the frigid glare he was receiving from the other man.

The Turk tried to press on nonetheless: He had too much pride to allow himself to merely stand there when there was important business to be taken care of.

"Heracles, I-"

"Don't wanna hear it." The Greek's eyes were cold, fixed into a scowl so intense that it almost sent Sadik a step back. He hadn't seen Heracles look like that since the War of Independence.

"Yeah, like I care." Sadik closed the door, making his way across the room to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of the other man, between the couch and the coffee table. "I don't care if you wanna hear it or not, brat; if it's gotta be said, it's gotta be said."

"And what, exactly, has to be said?" Heracles asked, staring suspiciously down at the other nation.

Sadik shrugged his shoulders and answered as simply as he could: "I fucked up."

"Really?" Heracles deadpanned, though he was still glaring hard. "I had no idea."

Sadik rolled his eyes, an irritated groan slipping past his lips. "Look, Hera..." The Turk sighed, scratching anxiously at the back of his neck. "I really do... Y'know. Really, I do, it's just... Really hard to say it."

"It's two words in your language," Heracles said, looking ready to throttle the other. "How hard can it possibly be to say two words?"

"Harder than you think..."

"Then I have two words for you," Heracles said, and Sadik looks up at him. "Fuck you."

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you're angry?"

It was Heracles turn to roll his eyes. "You're an idiot," was all he said.

"It's true."

Silence fell over the couple for a long moment before Sadik rose to his knees to press his lips to Heracles , catching the other completely off guard.

Oh, Sadik hoped this would work... Heracles had always had a particular weakness for sex, after all.

The younger nation tried to fight for a few fleeting moments, but he soon surrendered. He was far from subservient, though, raking his short, blunt nails down Sadik's clothed back, making sure the older nation was aware of it.

That little rebellion came as no surprise to Sadik. Even when he was a child, Heracles was a rebel. Sadik had always loved that about him. He also loved forcing the disrespectful little brat into submission. The current situation, however, required finesse, and so Sadik decided to hand the reins over to Heracles.

"What do you want me to do?" the Turk asked, his voice husky and sensual.

Heracles rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms and glaring at the wall. So Sadik thought sex would make everything better? Typical. "Blow me," the Greek hissed, slouching down into the couch.

"Whatever you want, bebek."

Heracles gasped when he felt Sadik lean in to unzip his jeans. "What're you doing?" the Greek asked, faking innocent in spite of the fact that those pretty sea-green eyes already darkening.

"Just what you asked me to do," Sadik answered, gripping the younger man's belt loops and easing his hips forward.

"No."

Sadik pulled away a bit, curiously eyeing the other man. "What do you mean, no?"

"I mean no sex. Not tonight."

The Turk shifted so that his arms were crossed, his elbows resting on the Grecian s knees. "Still pissed, huh?" he asked with a wry chuckle.

Heracles huffed a bit at that, crossing his own arms and glaring away. "Obviously."

"Hmm..." Sadik moved to sit on the other end of the couch, sitting in the crook between the arm and the back, legs spread, patting his thigh. "Come sit with me, bebek."

"Why should I?"

"...Please?"

Heracles sighed. It was unlike the Turk to actually use that word. "Only because you asked nicely for a change." Visibly hesitating, Heracles crawled over to the other, curling into his lap like the cats he was so fond of.

Sadik said nothing to that, curling his arms around the other almost instantly, holding him close, carding his fingers through the younger man s hair.

The silence that followed was comfortable, soothing, and Heracles soon found himself drifting off.

That is, until he heard Sadik's voice: "Seni seviyorum..."

"Liar."

"Would I lie to you?"

"Always."

"Yeah, well, it's true." Sadik paused, running on hand through his bedmate's hair. "I really missed this."

"That's really sappy, Sadik."

"Yeah, whatever."

Heracles curled tighter into the other's grasp. "Say it again," he said, his voice soft, almost delicate.

His eyes a little wide, Sadik asked, "Say what again?"

"You know what," Heracles replied, eyes averted, desperately trying to hide his embarrassment from the older man.

Taking a moment to steel himself, Sadik eventually managed to force out a soft, "Seni seviyorum."

Heracles smiled, though it was hidden against the other man's shoulder. "Keep talking like that," the Grecian said, leaning in to gently peck the Turk's lips, and you'll never have to miss me again."

Bebek: Baby Seni seviyorum: I love you

Well, there you go! It was a great run (Despite the incredibly cheesy ending), but it was great fun while it lasted! Thanks a ton for sticking with me through it! I've got another TurGre in the works, and a possible FrUK oneshot ready.