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!

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France and Italy were resting on Turkey's lap in the bedroom, though Italy was asleep, thus, completely unaware of what was going on with everything.

"It's hard work, trying to break five nations..." Turkey mumbled to himself, his hand in France's hair. "Although it does help that two of them were already broken, and one's breaking..."

"Hm?" France looked up at Turkey.

"Nothin', love... I wanna go check on Scotland, but I don' wanna wake Italy up."

France sat up to gently slid his hand under Italy's head, and gently placed it onto the bed. Italy shifted his head a little before sighing happily.

"Should I check on Romano?" France asked in a whisper.

"Yeah... Offer him something ta' drink?"

"No problem."

Romano was gathering flowers that dropped to the ground, using half of them to bury into the ground for future flowers, and the other half to make oil with. He figured that Turkey would appreciate him doing this before the flowers got too dry... Though he doesn't know how bath oils are made.

"Lovino?" Romano turned his head around. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um... Sure. Wine?"

"I dunno if I can..."

"Tomato juice. If not... Water."

France smirked. "No problem."

"Um... Thanks."

France smiled softly. "De rien."*

"How are ya' doin' ta'day, Scotland?"

"How the Hell do you think I'm doing...?" Turkey grabbed the other end of the rope he used to tie Scotland's hands together.

"Come."

"...To where?"

"I feel like having a smoke." Scotland struggled when standing up. His feet weren't bound anymore, but his arms were.

"What would ya' do for a high again? I forgot."

"Wh-What do ya' want?"

"Ta' start..." He pulled his pants down. "Suck."

Scotland stared at Turkey, then at the pipe, and whimpered quietly. "Anything else?"

"Ya' could ride me dry." Scotland closed his eyes, and to Turkey's- pleasant- surprise, took off his pants and underwear before walking towards Turkey relunctantly. He grabbed and stroke Turkey until he got hard, before crawling over Turkey. He positioned himself, and sat down on his shaft. He groaned in pain, but he still moved.

"Good boy..." Turkey brought the pipe to his own lips, inhaling the smoke, and releasing it after holding it in his lungs for a few seconds. Scotland made a pathetic noise and couldn't keep his eyes off of the pipe. Turkey chuckled. "Not until yer done..."

Hearing this, Scotland clamped down on Turkey as much as he could, and went faster. Turkey leaned his head back to moan. It felt too good for him to laugh at how pathetic Scotland was being right now.

He inhaled another big cloud of smoke, leaving it in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing again. Scotland leaned over to plunge his tongue inside of Turkey's mouth for a taste. Turkey moaned, but pushed Scotland back up.

"That's cheatin', ya' know..." But he still smiled.

Scotland leaned over again, on Turkey's shoulder this time, so he could speed up with some, though barely any, support, other than his legs. He gasped when he sat on his prostate. He tried not to get too hard for this man imprisoning him and getting him to be a willing slave by using drugs. He still had some pride left in him.

"Who owns ya'?"

"...Get me high enough, then I'll probably answer..." Turkey chuckled.

"'m almost... Done... Mgh..." Turkey groaned as he came inside of Scotland, who also groaned, but for a different reason. Scotland tried catching his breath, before getting off of Turkey. Turkey brought the pipe up to Scotland's lips. He inhaled a lot of smoke, almost choking from the need.

Smoke escaped as he talked. "What about England, Ireland, those Italians, and... That brunet?"

"England, Ireland, and Spain... 'm just waiting for ya' and Romano to break."

"Neve- Romano?"

"Ya' were about ta' say "never." Yer willing ta' do just about anythin' fer a high..."

"Speaking of..." Scotland took the pipe from Turkey with both of his hands to inhale some more smoke. "I can't... I can't do this anymore... Either give me some smoke everyday, or never... Preferably the former." Turkey chuckled.

"Ya'll learn to better control yer urges, just like I did." Turkey caressed Scotland's cheek. "It's betta' just to take it slowly, instead of just quitting all-together..."

"Whatever... God, I'm bored..."

Turkey stood up, and pulled on the rope until Scotland got the hint and stood up as well. "Fine. Let's take a walk around town, then."

"Like this? No thanks." Turkey tugged on the rope.

"Ya' don't haf'a choice... But, if yer plannin' on fightin' this, than I can ban you from smoking fer a week."

"What?"

Turkey pulled his black face-mask up over his mouth again. "Come'on, now.."