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!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NON-CON AND... KITTIES.

APHAPHAPH

Romano sank into the large tub and sighed, content. He didn't know where Francewas, but he assumed he was with Turkey. He was partially thankful that Turkey was trying to focus on five nations at once. Six, if you counted Egypt, though he didn't need to be watched so much. He yawned and leaned his head back against soft and fluffy.

Soft and fluffy...

"What the Hell?" He looked behind him, to see a grey cat laying by the tub, enjoying the heat coming out of it. "You weren't there a minute ago!" Though he has been seeing a lot of cats walking around the palace.

"Greece's cats are everywhere..." Romano jumped and turned back around to see a naked tan man with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had wine in one hand, and some bath oils in the other.

"Who the Hell are you, and wha- did you just said "Greece's?" The voice did sound familiar...

"Ya' should recognize yer master..."

Romano stared at the figure for a little while. "...You're Turkey?" Turkey smirked.

"France told me that ya' wanted some wine yesterday?"

"...So?"

"So, I grabbed some fer ya'!" He set the wine glass down by Romano, who stared at it for awhile. He finally decided to chug it down in one gulp.

"There. Now you can leave."

"I'm not leavin' yet..." Turkey unwrapped his towel and stepped into the tub.

"G-Get away!" Romano tried climbing out of the tub, but Turkey was able to pull him back in with ease. "F-Francis!" He screamed, scaring the cat.

"He can't hear ya'. He's upstairs, sleepin'."

"Wh-Wha...? I woke up before...?"

"Look..." Turkey lifted up a bottle, moving it to move the contents around. "This was made by yer rose." He picked up another bottle. "And this was made by using ylang ylang..." He opened the bottle and set it down for now.

"U-Um... Ah!" He yelped when Turkey started rubbing the rose-scented oil on his skin.

"I should let ya' have a massage... A proper one..." He grabbed the ylang ylang oil again to rub it on Romano's cheeks. He closed the rose oil up, but kept the ylang ylang one opened so the scent could travel around them.

"What did you... You drugged my drink...!"

Turkey smiled. "I can't have ya' screaming France's name the entire time. What if he wakes up and hears ya'?"

"Then I'll be saved..." The scent of the ylang ylang triggered something in his body. "Go away..."

"Why? So ya' can do this..." Turkey grabbed Romano's regions. "By yerself? No. I can help with'at."

"No! L-Let go... F-Francis...!"

"He can't hear ya'... Like I said before... Yer stuck wit' me..."

"No..." Turkey lifted Romano's hips up. "P-Please, no..." He could feel Turkey prodding against his hole. "Please...! Ah~..." Romano's back was on the edge of the tub. His legs were on Turkey's shoulders as the Turkish man thrusted inside of him. He cried out in pain.

"...What's yer human name again?" Turkey asked.

"L-Lovino... Stop~..."

"Not yet..."

'Why isn't France awake yet?' Romano groaned. "...Did you drug France as well...?"

Turkey smirked. "Maybeh..."

"You bastard... Ah~!" Turkey hit his prostate dead-on.

"Is yer ahoge...?" Turkey leaned over to take the curl into his mouth.

"S-Stop!" Romano gasped. "Ah~!"

France slowly woke up, feeling groggy. "Sadiq? Feli'? Lovi'...?" He looked around him. "...Heracles?" He was rarely alone now that the Italian brothers were allowed up from the prison. He yawned and stood up. "Hello...?" He left the room and looked around.

"You okay?"

France turned to the voice. "Bonjour... Where's Sadiq?"

"Sadiq... Downstairs, maybe? Younger Italian outside..."

"And the older one...?"

"...Can not say."

"What? Why not?"

"Just can not..."

"...Alright. Merci- thank you..." France walked down stairs into the bath house, basement, thing. A grey cat passed by him to get out of the place. He could hear some muffled cries and ran towards the noise. What he saw frustrated him.

Romano had his hand covering his mouth while trying to hold back his cries. He was still in the tub, even though the water got dirty with...

"Lovino!" France ran to the Italian boy and pulled him out of the tub. "Damn it... Damn it! I'm sorry! He just left you here by yourself right after? Mon Dieu... I'm so sorry..."

"H-He drugged you... You were asleep because of that... He drugged me, as well... I was... I still am, very lethargic..."

"And he just left you here in this condition?"

"H-He changed the water, but... H-H-He still r-ra..."

"Shh..." France started rocking Romano in his arms. "So he drugged the both of us... Damn it! Where is he now?"

"'The Hell should I know...?"

"Well, um..." France found and grabbed a towel. "Here..." He dried Romano off, and covered his hips with it when he was done. "Would you rather walk?"

"...If I had some clothes... He took them to "clean them..."

"Why the Hell would he do any of this?" France asked under his berath. "May I carry you?" Romano nodded slowly.

He was carried up stairs and into the bedroom where he was set down on the bed. France rummaged through some clothes, throwing a white, silk robe and some underwear on the bed.

"Would that be okay?"

Romano nodded and got dressed. "...Why are you helping me out so much..?"

"You're about the same age as Canada and America..."

"What's a "Canada?"

"Canada's America's twin. I raised them with England, kinda..."

"... Oh... So... That's the only reason?"

"That's the reason to why I've been acting all motherly, I guess... It's instinctive, but that's not the only reason to why I want to help you as much as I can..."

"Then why...?"

"I fought to get you, you know..."

"This isn't changing anything. You're still a creep."

"At least I'm trying to protect you from him..." He sighed. "Trying..." He repeated. The door opened, and France instinctively hugged Romano protectively.

"So ya' found out?" Turkey walked closer to the two men on the bed, making Romano curl up in France's arms.

"Go away!" Romano squeaked.

"Why did you drug us to take Romano when you could always just..."

"Take ya' instead?" I'm sure I told ya' before, he broke my mask."

"That was years ago!"

"I also almost took'im home with me before he broke my mask... I wanted ta' dominate him more than anything, so, I did..."

"Bastard... I didn't think you were THAT cruel!"

"I haven't touched his little brother, though, if he would prefer..."

"No! Leave my little brother alone!"

"Then that settles it! Yer mine, especially if ya' want me to leave yer brother alone..."

"You bastard..."

"What did ya' say?" Romano flinched.

"Why can't you just settle on one person...?"

"I could, but that wouldn't be much of a harem, now would it?"

"I'm not your sex slave, nor will I ever be!"

Turkey sat on the bed. "Yer already are..." He reached out for Romano's ahoge, but France used his body as a shield for Romano's head. "Get away from him, Francis..."

"I'm sorry... But... No. I promised him that I'd protect him..."

"...Fine. His little brother must be feeling quite lonely any-"

"No!" Romano screamed. "I... I mean... Wh-What do you want, now...?"

Turkey smiled under his mask from his small victory. "I want'cha ta' call me "master," 'cause I can't force words on ya' without first convincing ya'..."

"...Why me of all people?"

"So far, yer the only one who's not givin' yerself ta' me."

"Compared to, who? France?"

"France, Scotland, and Heracles, kinda..."

"Scotland was "easy?"

"He was easy. 'Almost as easy as France. I gave him somethin' ta' smoke, so now he's beggin' me every day for more."

"You made him addicted to drugs?"

"He drugged himself before-hand, rememba? That's why he was taken out."

"Then why isn't he ever around?"

"Trust me, ya' don't want a drugged addict running around without his fix. I'm waitin' for him to be able to control his addiction more. Now... Who's yer master, again?"

"I never mentioned anything dealing with anyone's master..."

"Then tell me who yer master is for the first time... 'Else I'll get yer brother ta' do it, and more..."

"Leave him alone... You're my... M-Master..."

"Good boy... And, France?"

"Yes?"

"Ya'll not get in the way of me and Romano, alright?"

"Um..." France looked at Romano.

"Worry more about Italy, instead of me..."

"Um... I'm.. I... Need to go to the bathroom... I'll... Think about it in there, I guess..." France stood up and left the room.

"'Looks like France abandoned ya'... Don't'cha worry... I'm not gonna force ya' again so soon..." Turkey grabbed Romano and made him lay on his clothed chest, making Romano whimper.

APHAPHAPH

I finally finished "The Lustful Turk."

The last page was stupid. It was just... "Kbye" *THE END!*

But, even though I was bored for most of it, at the end, there was BLOOD! So THEN I was interested!

Fun fact though: At one point of the movie/"special edition" book, the book said that some of the harem girls would read to pass time. In the movie, one of them took the opportunity to read her Geography book for college.

Leo Demir is an actual character of mine... Though I have yet to draw him... And I don't know what his story will be exactly. I'll probably make him English, but still a cook on a ship...

Did I not mention that he's a cook yet? Woops.

Also, MIDNIGHT RELEASE OF ASSASSIN'S CREED REVELATIONS TONIGHT/MARROW!