Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
APHAPHAPH France stirred his etli pilav(1) slowly with his fork. "Are ya' okay?" France looked up at Turkey.
"O-Oui..."
"Then why aren't'ja eatin'?"
Francis ate part of his food at the word "eat." "Um... Wh-What about... "Lennox?"
"Lennox has already been fed. I don' quite trust him without the ropes yet."
"Then why did you trust me right away?"
"Ya' looked tired, an' I figured that if ya' went crazy, well, I could just punish ya'... But ya' didn't."
"I am going to go crazy if I live here for the rest of my life..."
Turkey glared at him. "What does that mean?"
"That means that I want to go home..."
Turkey chuckled darkly. "ya're home."
"I meant, back home... In France..."
"This is yer new home, now..." He noticed France's staring. "What's wrong? 'Somethin' on my face?"
Francis shook his head. "It's just... Your face... I can see your mouth..."
"Oh. Well, I need it ta' eat, of course... Dont'ja worry, though. Ya'll see more than just my face, soon enough..." France knew completely well of what he was talking about.
"Leave him alone. Don't you already have enough whores in this house you can rape?"
"Quiet, Heracles! He is mine more than ya' are! He doesn' have rights that I didn' give him, unlike you. I can do wha'ever I wan' with him!"
"Because your people abducted him? How is that different from me?"
"I have most of his people being sold as slaves." France stood up and left the room. "Hey! Where are ya' goin'!" Turkey stood up. "Get him back over here!"
Some guards grabbed France and dragged him back into the dining room. He sat back down without a fight. "Do you think I like listening to what I have been reduced to?"
"Do I haf'ta get a leash fer ya' to stay put?"
"Non..."
"I hope not."
"...Where are the others?"
Turkey smirked. "If yer good, I'll show ya'..."
~~~ "What do you think Scotland's doing right now? I know he can't die so easily, but what would Turkey do...?"
"He's probably fighting with Turkey about cigarettes or something."
"Be serious in serious situations, England."
"I was being serious!"
Ireland reached out to snatch one of the guard's arms. "Sadiq..." He knew that they couldn't understand him, so he had to settle on whimpering Turkey's human name, hoping that he would get the point across.
"How do you know Sadiq?"
Ireland let go of the guard. "I want to see Sadiq."
"How do you know him?"
"What are you doing?" England asked.
"I'm trying to get them to get Sadiq in here... Does ANYONE in here know any Turkish?" No body said anything. "Shit..." One of the guards left, however, making Ireland smirk.
~~~ France was pushed into the bedroom once again. He looked around in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Turkey asked, closing and locking the door.
"...Where's Scotland?"
"He's been moved fer the night..." Turkey ran his hand down France's arm.
"I-I really don't like doing anything after just eating..." There was a knock on the door.
"...Than sit down." Turkey unlocked and opened the door. "It better be important!"
"I-I'm sorry, Sadiq! It's just... One of the prisoners- the... Orange-headed one from Ireland, I believe, kept on saying your name... I think he wants to see you?"
"He can wait until later. Right now, I have other things to attend to. Do not interrupt me with such things again!"
"I'm sorry! I'll return to my post!" The guard left in a hurry and Turkey slammed the door shut.
"'m very sorry 'bout that..." Turkey sat on the bed next to France, and slipped his gloved hand inside of the thin silk tunic.
"I-I also prefer both people to be... I-If we're going to have sex..."
Turkey chuckled. "I do plan on doin' that tonight..."
"Then I would prefer both people... Nude... Completely. Not just me..."
"Oh~! Well, when ya' put it like that... Take my clothes off..."
France immediately started with the hat, then the mask, gasping quietly at the now naked face. He stared at Turkey for awhile. Turkey was very pretty, he thought.
"Ya' know, there is more of me than jus' my face." He slid his robe off. "There. Now ya' can do the rest."
France took his own clothes off first, before taking off Turkey's clothes. Turkey smirked and towered over France.
~~~ England, taking this chance, suddenly slapped Romano.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Spain tried grabbing England's wrists. "Don't hurt my Lovino! Are you crazy?"
"Just go with this, okay? We can beat up the one guard together!" He screamed angrily, knowing that the guard couldn't understand his words, but could understand his tone.
"What's going on in here?" The guard unlocked the door. England snatched him by the arm right away and pinned him down on the ground with help from Spain and Ireland.
"Go! We'll catch up with you two later!"
Romano dragged Italy out of the place, only to get stopped by the other guard coming back and grabbing them. "What the Hell?"
Spain got off of the first guard to tackle the second to the ground. "Go!"
"Without you?" Romano heard the door open and turned around. Another guard just came in.
"What's going on in here?"
"Get more guards! The prisoners are trying to escape!"
~~~ "Tur- Ah! S-Sadiq!" Turkey swirled his tongue around France's right nipple while pinching the other.
"That's right... Cry out my name..." Turkey bit the nipple roughly, before grinding it in between his teeth. He took his free hand and slipped it under France's hips to push his fingers inside of him.
"Sadiq!" France wrapped his hands around the bare back. He could feel Turkey's fingers scissoring apart, stretching him out.
"D'ya' think yer ready fer me?"
"Yes! Mon Dieu..."* France bucked his hips up into the air. "Hurry up... S'il vous plait..."*
Turkey smirked, flipping the blond over and spreading his cheeks so he could see France's hole. France clenched his fists around the sheets when he felt Turkey slowly pushing into him. His hips were lifted up and Turkey's hand was wrapped around his vital regions.
"Sadiq~!" France moaned. "Ah~... I'm... I-Ah~!" France ejaculated in Turkey's hand.
"Good boy..." Turkey sat up, holding France's hips and continue thrusting. As soon as he slipped out, France collasped on the bed under him. His eyes were glazed over with the aftermath of his orgasm. Turkey covered him with a thick blanket and kissed his forehead. "Rest..."
Turkey got dressed and before leaving, he looked at France's flushed but relaxed face and smiled.
"Sadiq! The prisoners all tried to escape!"
"Did they succeed?"
"No... But they all tried ganging up on the two guards! They started fighting so they would unlock the cell!"
"Shit... Don't we have more than one cell we can put them in?"
"Well, yes... But those are full of criminals..."
"Than make more and put only one of them in each! For now... Keep them together, but keep their limbs tied."
"Yes sir!"
~~~ I decided to edit this and posted his on here because I'm working on a bunch of epilouges in one for "Weighing Me Down..."
(1) A dinner item in Turkey.
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"Mon Dieu" - "My God"
"S'il vous plait" - "Please"