Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

APHAPHAPH

"How are we supposed to get out of here..."

"Oh my God! I'll smoke just about anythin' now! I'm going to go crazy!"

"You already past that, when you sent that bird to attack me!" Scotland took his rage out on England, slapping him.

"Scotland, stop it!" Ireland tried holding back the angry red-head. Soon, one of the guards were in the cell, trying to pry Scotland away from everyone.

"What should we do with him?" The guard outside of the cell asked in Turkish.

"We should bind his hands together, behind his back... And his feet, as well. Then we can tell Sadiq."

"I don't understand a damn thing yer- what are ya' doing? Stop!"

"How are ya' doing ta'day?"

France lifted his head up to see Turkey. "...Better than I was yesterday..."

"Good, that's good. I brought ya' somethin' ta' eat!" Turkey tore apart of the simit(1) and slid the piece inside of France's mouth. "Ya' may turn out ta' be an easier pet than Greece! Though, he is not as much as a pet than ya' are ta' me..."

A guard walked in unannouced. "Sadiq, one of the prisoners are acting up. What should we do with him?"

"Which one's acting up?"

"The Scottish male..."

"He's tied up, right?"

"Yes, your highness..."

"Alright... Send him to... My room. I'll deal with him later. Oh, and while you're here, get someone to draw a bath for Francis, here. Add some stuff to help him with his mosquito bites."

"Yes, your majesty." The guard bowed and left.

"'Sorry 'bout that. Scotland'is actin' up. They're workin' on givin' ya' a bath ta' help wit' yer bites."

"Thank you..." 'Good... I can finally relax...'

"No prob'!"

"Where are yer taking me?"

"Should we gag him?"

"I don't know... What is he saying?"

"The Hell should I know..."

France put his head back in relaxation as soon as his body was under water. The medicine from the night before washed off and added extra minerals and relief to the water.

"Ya' are so pretty... Yer legs an' arms are a littl' meaty, but yer face is just... 'm gonna get someone to watch ya', so ya' don' scratch... In fact... Why not send 'n a tellak fer ya'..."

"A... What?"

"Somebody to bathe ya' with scented oils. I haf'ta go deal with Scotland now."

"Um-" Turkey turned back around. "G-Good luck, with Scotland, I mean..." Turkey chuckled and left.

"Damn Turkey and his damn bugs... An' lack of..."

"What'sa problem wit' ya'?" Scotland jumped at the voice. "Why were ya' punchin' the other prisoners? Want somethin' to stop the itching or somethin'?"

"I don't need bug-bite relief! I need a damn smoke!"

Turkey smiled behind his mask. "Well, why didn' yer say so sooner?"

Turkey grabbed Scotland with a little trouble, and dragged him into another room that stank of second-hand smoke. Scotland was set down on a couch decorated with cusions and Turkey grabbed a pipe that was in the back of the room. He started it up, brought it to the side-desk by the couch and sat with Scotland.

He pulled down his black face-mask and wrapped his lips around the golden pipe, inhaling the drug, before handing it by Scotland's lips, who greedily accepted it. After a while of smoking the drug, Turkey set it down to let the smoke escape into the air so he could grope Scotland.

"Wh-What are ya' doing...?"

"Don'cha worry... I plannin' on makin' ya' feel real good..."

"I'm already fellin' good... S-Stop..."

"Ya're too lethargic ta' fight..." Turkey slipped a finger inside of the red-headed man. "I promise, ya'll like it..."

"T-Turk- ah~!" He moaned. "St-Sto-ah~..."

"That's enough, I think..." Turkey pulled down his pants and underwear before positioning himself with Scotland's hole and pushed in slowly.

"A-Ah~! Turkey! Turkey, wait~!"

"What fer? I just got started... 'ere..." Turkey grabbed the pipe again, putting it by Scotland's lips, which were soon wrapped around the it again. Scotland gripped at the bed under him.

Scotland moaned more from the high he was going through than from any pleasure he might have been feeling. Turkey chuckled and sped up his thrusts a little. Scotland tried going forward to take the pipe again, but Turkey moved it back in place.

"I think ya' had'enough..." Scotland groaned. "Besides... I can do something that might feel... Better." Turkey lifted Scotland's hips up to get to his vital regions. "France isn't feelin' good... So I chose ya' instead..."

Scotland groaned. "France? Where's he?"

"Last I know, he was taking a bath... He's pro'bly in ma' room right..." Turkey moaned when he came inside of Scotland. The red head screamed in surprise when he felt himself being filled by Turkey. He was still being stroked to a finish.

Turkey put out the smoke coming from his pipe before adjusting his pants. He lifted Scotland up, carrying him in his room. France was sitting on the bed with thin, white silk robes. "Sco-..." He cut himself off.

"What was that, Francis?" Turkey set Scotland down on a long, cusion-padded couch. "What is your name, anyway?"

Scotland knew what he meant. "Um... I'm... Lennox... Adair.

"Lennox Adair?" Turkey repeated.

"Yes."

Turkey sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around France, who whimpered. "What's wrong? I'm not gonna hurt ya'... I just wanna hold'ja... So far ya' been cooperating wit' me..."

"...I already fought trying not to be in the situation I currently am in..." Turkey nuzzled his neck.

"Yer not all too strong, either, it seems..."

"No good will come out of me fighting against you..." France sighed.

Turkey chuckled. "'Smart man." He nipped at France's neck.

"Ah~!" France moaned nervously.

"Don't'ja worry... I won' have you now... Now, it's time fer lunch..."

APHAPHAPH

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(1) Some sesame bread that's usually served as a breakfast item in Turkey.