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!

Spiker's says- "96125 enterx2 or 3 6"

i won't be updating for the next few days... At least, not much. I just got Assassin's Creed Revelations... Actually, I got it one minute before midnight. In fact, right now I'm not even seeing what I'm typing. I'm focusing the cut scene in front of me.

Desmond looks... Weird. Oh, beginning credits. Time to continue writing.

Hey! I'm in the Ottomen Empire!

WARNING: Attempted suicide.

APHAPHAPH

"I'm so sorry, Romano..." France whispered to himself as he sliced himself some new red lines. "This isn't good... What if Turkey finds out? What would he do?" He stared at the ceiling. "I-I need help..."

"Yer eyes are so pretty... Breeders will probably pay ta' have ya' have offspring with ther' slaves."

"I'm not forcing myself on anyone, especially if it's an innocent girl."

"What choice do ya' have? Yer my slave... Unless, yer brother also has eyes like yers... He always has them closed..."

"...If you're talking about breeding, than that's up to him..."

"And if he says "no?"

"I'm pretty sure his answer will be the same as mine, or close to it, but..."

"If yer brother says no, then ya'll do it..."

"If you're going to force one of us, then... It will be... Me..." Turkey smiled, though Romano couldn't see it.

"Good boy... It's takin' France a while just ta' go ta' the bathroom..."

"Maybe he got lost in this big-ass palace..."

"If that were true, than someone would've found'im and brought him here by now..."

"I'll go check on him..." Romano stood up, but was brought back down by a hug.

"No, yer not..."

"Why the Hell not?"

"With that attitude, yer not goin' anywhere..."

"Fuck you!"

Turkey tugged on Romano's ahoge, making his gasp. "Watch it, kid!"

"S-Stop it!"

There was a frantic knock on the door. "Sadiq! We tried checking on Francis, but the door is locked, and he won't answer!"

"Damn it!" Turkey got off of the bed and out of the room. He ran to the bathroom and banged on the door. "Francis! Open the door! Francis!"

France could barely hear Turkey's voice coming from the door. "H-Help..." France was on the ground, bleeding from both his arms and his throat. He could feel his conciousness leaving. 'If only I wasn't a nation...'

"Damn it, Francis! If ya' don't open this door, I'll have knock this door down, and ya'll take the punishment fer that! Francis!" He waited a few seconds before swearing again. "Get this damn door down!"

He watched as several men ran into the door by their shoulders, until finally, the door collaspe. He ran inside of the bathroom as soon as the door was gone, only to find France under the rubble, passed out and bleeding.

"Oh my God! Help him! Someone, bandage his wounds, and then tie him down to one of the guest beds with leather straps or something! Where's that younger Italian... What's his name again? Oh well, it doesn't really matter right now... Not so much..."

Turkey ran outside to go search for the boy. He guessed that Italy would also like plants, since his brother does. He instead found Italy talking to Greece in a grassy area surrounded by cats. He figured that they would be talking for a while.

He already knew where Scotland was, so he didn't need to worry about any of the nations besides France at the moment... Besides Egypt, though he knew that Egypt would either get out of the way, or help somehow.

He went back inside and waited until France was tied down to a bed like he ordered his servants to take care of, before waiting by France's bed for him to wake up. He decided to read a book on Egypt (considering that Egypt rarely talks) to pass the time.

"I-I'm s-orry..."

Turkey folded the corner of the page he was on and set the book down. "Good morning. Don't talk, 'kay?"

"'Don't... Want to... Die..."

"Don't talk, Francis, 'else I'll punish ya' when ya' get better! Damn it... Everyone thinks that yer God's child now, or somethin'... S'not exactly normal fer a "human" to survive a cut ta' the throat... I dunno... Ya' can't go anywhere, and um... I'll send someone to give ya' somethin' to drink, later... I should go check on Romano and Italy, in case they know anything 'bout this... Yer forgiven- just don't do it again!"

France nodded, showing that he understood. Turkey kissed him on the forehead before leaving the room.

APHAPHAPH

Y'know the thing I said up there? Nevermind. I won it. The ending make little to know sense.

If you want to play with me online, my Gamertag is "Brinda69," but without the quotes.