Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
THIS CHAPTER HAS ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AND NON-CON!
APHAPHAPH Italy was with France, just talking about innocent things. Scotland was locked in a room, away from everyone for safety issues.
'But...' "Italian?"
Italy looked over to Turkey. "Ve?"
"Where's yer brother?" Italy shrugged.
"I-I'm not sure..." France wrapped his arms around Italy protectively. "What happened to your hand?"
France pulled his hand back. "Nothing! I'm sorry!"
"..For what?"
"That reminds me. Francis?"
"Y-Yes?"
"There are still some glass shards ta' be cleaned up. Why don't'ju help with that, Francis?"
"Y-Yes sir!" Francis stood up and ran into the bedroom.
~~~ Turkey eventually found Romano sitting in a flower garden and staring at them in relaxation. "There's no Spainiard ta' save ya' from me now..." Romano jumped and looked at him.
"Wh-What does that mean, exactly?"
Turkey sat down and hugged Romano. "Yer not allowed out here wit'out my permission..."
"I just want to be alone right now..."
"But yer mine..."
"I'm not... I'm nobody's..."
"Yer my prisoner... So... What should be yer punishment, hm?"
"...Why did you let me and my brother out, anyway?"
"I let yer brother out ta' comfort Francis. I let ya' out because yer his brother, and the one who smashed one of my masks... And I almost captured ya' once... If it weren't fer that damn Spainiard..."
"Well... Your people know I'm out here. They saw me but they didn't stop me, so... I just want to be alone around these flowers... I just... I'm tired... And it's been a while since I was able to relaxed..."
"...Do you like plants like these?" Turkey guessed.
"Yes... Every year I would plant some flowers, along with some tomatoes in Spain, and at home..."
Turkey yanked at a rose until it detached itself from the stem.
"These roses are used ta' make scented oils..." He placed the rose in Romano's hair. "It looks good on ya'."
"Get the damn thing out of my hair!" Romano ran his hands through his hair until the rose fell onto the ground.
"That's not nice! It was a gift!"
"Use it for your damn oils or something..."
"That was the original plan. It will be use on ya', then."
"Use it on your self, damn it..."
"Why are ya' so angry?"
"I want to be left, alone..."
"But I wanna get ta' know ya'..." Turkey slipped his hand inside of Romano's robe. "I want ta' know all of ya'..."
"No! Let go of me!"
"Sadiq?" Turkey slipped his hand out and looked at the french man. "I'm done..."
"Good. Come 'ere." France walked towards them. "Sit down."
"Damn it! I don't want more company! Especially from that PERVERTED CREEP!"
France was taken aback by the comment. "A-Actually... I should see how Feliciano's doing..."
"... Bring this ta' one of the maids..." Turkey handed France the rose. "He or she will know what ta' do with it." France nodded, took the rose, and left, though, not to go to Italy. He went to the bathroom right after handing a random maid the rose.
He dug into his sleeve for the shard of glass that he kept with him. He was planning on using it to dig out of the palace, or as a weapon against Turkey, but he knew that both ideas were dumb ones.
"Je suis desole..."* He whispered, bringing the shard to his wrist. "I'm so weak..." He dugged it into his skin...
~~~ "Ya' really made him upset with that comment..."
"Good! It's the truth, after all!" Romano yelped when Turkey pinned him down on the grass.
"I think ya' should be punished..."
"F-For what? What did I do?" Turkey leaned down to whisper in Romano's ear.
"You made him upset..." He nibbled on it. Romano panicked.
"G-Get off! Help!"
"They can't understand ya'... And even if they could, they wouldn't..."
"H-Help! F-Feliciano... Francis! I'm sorry! Hel-!" He was cut off by Turkey's lips crashing against his. He dug his hand inside of Romano's pants, grabbing his regions. Romano broke away and gasped. "No! No... Please, no... Not this... Please..."
"Ya' did this ta' yerself..."
"Noooo...!"
~~~ France stared at his wrist until the blood stopped bubbling up to the surface. He didn't want to die, but watching the blood leave from his self-inflicted cut almost... Calmed him. Almost like his worries were leaving his body with the blood.
Though he felt... Awkward. He felt as though he was leaving out the other wrist, so he brought the shard to that one and made an almost symmetrical cut. Feeling better now, he watched the blood fall down his arm.
Then, thoughts of Turkey were flowing into his mind. 'What would I tell Turkey? Shit! Um...' Coming up with an idea suddenly, he dug the shard back into his skin again and sliced it down, making a barely-noticeable curve. Then he went to the other arm, making some cuts to cros the first one, and extending it a little.
"I was carrying the mirror with the mirror part facing me, then I dropped it by accident and the shards cut me..." He recited, thinking of what to tell Turkey. "I dunno how it happened, exactly, because it happened so fast, and at the time, I was just focusing on the pain..." 'Why didn't I tell him before...' "I was going to tell you, but..."
Deciding on that script, he cleaned his cuts, hid the shard of glass behind the toilet, and went outside, where he heard Romano's muffled screams. He ran to the flower garden, where he saw Turkey, on Romano, in Romano...
Romano finally broke the forceful kiss. "G-Get out!"
"Not until I, ngh... I finish..."
"Get off of him!" France ran over to the two of them, trying to pry Turkey off of Romano.
"Francis, I'm a little busy punishing him... Right now..."
"For what? Get off!"
"He said something that made you upset..."
"So you RAPE him? STOP!"
"I can't stop right now... That would be pointle-mgh..."
"Th-Then... F-Finish... Inside of me..."
"It's not your punishment... Besides- ah~..." Turkey pulled out. "...I'm already done..."
France loomed over Romano's already broken body protectively. "Go..."
"Making demands ta' yer master, now?"
"Please... Just leave him alone... That's all he wanted in the first place."
"...Fine, then come with me."
France stood up, nodding. "Yes sir..." He gave an apologetic look to Romano before following Turkey into the house. "Sir... It was just a comment... Why did you force him for just a comment?"
"He made ya' run away."
"I caught you touching him beforehand."
"...He has a more... Feminine body, than you and Heracles does. Plus, he broke my mask years ago..."
France stopped. "I'm... Gonna see if he's okay... I'll be right back..."
Turkey grabbed France's wrist. "If yer gonna be lettin' the Italian teenagers distract ya' from being my pet, than I should put them back in prison!"
"It'll just take a minute!"
"Yer being disobediant, pet!"
"Please! Just let me check up on him so- what's wrong?" France followed Turkey's gaze until he looked at his arm.
"What is this?" Turkey asked, almost in a monotone voice. He lifted up the arm for emphasis on the meaning of his words.
"I-It was an accident! I was going to tell you, b-but I got distracted by Ro-Lovino, and you... A-And... It... The mirror got heavy and it slipped from my hands! I dunno how exactly this happened, but my skin got caught in the mirror and it cut me multiple times..."
"Why are ya' stuttering?"
"I-I-I just... I just wanted t-to see, if R-Lovino's okay... I'm worried about him... I-I... I mean... He's just a kid..."
"...Fine. Five minutes." Turkey let go of France's wrist.
"Th-Thank you!" France ran back to the garden, where Romano was curled up on his side. "L-Lovino?"
Romano jumped and looked at France. "Oh... It's you..."
"I'm sorry, Lovino... I caught him touching you, but I just ran away..."
"I'm the one who wanted you to go... So it's not... Your fault..."
"D-Do you want help with anything? Should I get your brother?"
"No." He said immediately. "He'll just worry and be annoying."
"Okay... I'm sorry I bugged you, but I have to go back inside now... I'll make sure he won't get you again..."
"...Okay..." France smiled and left Romano relunctantly.
~~~ "I'm back..."
Turkey smiled behind his mask. "Lie down on my lap." France obeyed, and Turkey's hand weaved through his hair.
"Please... Leave the Italian twins alone... You brought them up here to keep me company whenever you can't, non? So please..."
"They are mine, as well... I can do whatever I want with them..."
A servant came up to them, holding a leash. "Will this suffice?"
"Yes. Thank you." He took the leash from the servant.
"W-Wait... Wait a minute..."
"I don't want ya' running off anymore."
"B-But I had good reasons... And I never ran off when you d-didn't want me to..."
"Ya' begged."
"But you still let me... And I came back within the five minutes!"
"...Give me a kiss, if ya' don't want this leash, then."
France leaned up to give a kiss to where he thought Turkey's lips were. A hand pat his head as it lowered back down onto Turkey's lap.
"Good boy..."