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!
Zeeeeldaaaaaaaaaaaah~...
Utaria I was actually expecting my self to write more Turkey/France myself, but... Well, I will write more of those two... Eventually... And uh... ZELDA!
APHAPHAPH
"Hey, Lovino? What's yer brother's name again?"
"...Why?"
"I want ta' talk ta' him about breeding with other slaves. What's his name, boy?"
"...Feliciano."
"Thanks. Don't'chu worry, he's with Greece, last I checked.
"Why were you looking for him in the first place?"
"I wasn't "looking for him." I just saw him outside with Greece while trying to get France out of the bathroom..."
"Oh... Um... Did you get him out?"
"...Yes."
"Then... Where is he?"
"... Don't worry about him. We're takin' good care of him..."
"Well, I'm going to worry when you say things like that! Where the fuck is he?"
"If he sees ya', then he'll want'a talk with ya'!"
"So? What's so bad about that?"
"Just... Don't worry about it... He'll be just fine..."
"... Okay..."
"Good..." Turkey left Romano in the room. He made sure to lock the door so he won't be able to look for France before he went outside. "Feliciano?"
Italy jumped in surprise and looked at Turkey. "Y-Yes?"
Turkey curled his finger towards himself. "Come 'ere. I need ta' talk ta' ya' 'bout somethin'..."
"What about, old pervert?"
"Be quiet, Heracles! I promised that I wouldn't hurt him! I just wanna talk to him 'bout maybe breedin' with other's slaves!"
"Really? Why me?"
"Ya' have some pretty, rare golden eyes. People would pay fer ya' ta' breed with their own slaves."
"As long as the girls are okay with it~!"
"...Damn, yer brother was right..."
"What was that?"
"Nothin'... Anyway, so ya'll do it if the girls are okay with it? Ya'll get specialtreatment if ya' become my breeding slave."
Italy nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Wonderful! I like ya', kid! Now, maybe I should check on yer brother, again... Or perhaps, the other prisoners... I promise, when I find an offer fer yer seed, I'll let ya' know right away."
"O-Okay, mister... Um..."
"Ya' can call me "master."
"...His name's "Sadiq."
"Damn ya', Heracles!" Italy was confused, but smiled anyway.
Romano was pounding on the door, screaming. "Damn you, Sadiq! Let me out of the room! Let me OUT!" The door suddenly opened, making Romano hit Turkey instead of the door.
"Watch it, kid! Ya' should better respect yer elders!"
"Why did you lock the damn door?"
"I don't want'cha bugging France."
"Why, not?"
"...Well, if ya' think that ya'll be okay knowing that France was cutting himself in the bathroom..."
"He WHAT?"
"He finally slit his own throat, so now he can't talk fer awhile. He didn't cut his vocal cords, though we think that he may have scratched it."
"Why?"
"I don't know... Like I said, he's not allowed ta' talk right now."
"Okay, so... How are we gonna keep this from Italy?"
"Oh shit... Um..." Turkey looked up at the ceiling while thinking.
"He's... Uh... He can't be "sick..." Italy would want to help him with pasta or something..."
"...Really?" Romano nodded.
"He's not exactly the smartest... Though, um... Well, I'm smarter than him, at least!"
Turkey chuckled. "Can ya' cook?"
"I can cook Italian dishes, and dishes dealing with tomatoes... And I can mix derinks... I know how to fermate grapes just enough for wine... That's... About it."
"Alright... Well, um... Do ya' have some stories in english ta' tell ta' France? I haf'ta' leave just fer 'bout an hour or so."
"I have some stories about me or stuff that happened around me that I can obviously translate into english..."
"Pefect! I'll lead you ta' the room he's in..."
"Thanks... I guess..."
Turkey grabbed Romano's wrist and led him in front of a door. He knocked on the door and opened it. "Don't say anythin'. I haf'ta go out fer a while, so Lovino here's gonna entertain ya' with some stories. Don't'chu worry... He already knows why yer strapped down ta' the bed..."
Romano entered the room and sat down next to the bed. "...Um... Okay... So um... One time, I..."
"Come 'ere, Feliciano..." Turkey had France's collar and leash in his hand.
"Yes, sir..." Italy walked up to Turkey, who locked the collar around Italy's neck. "What'sa this for?"
"I'm goin' ta' make some money. Yer gonna help me."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Just look pretty, and open those pretty little eyes fer the duration of this trip..."
APHAPHAPH
I've been busy playing Zelda~!
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I'm even wearing one of my Zelda shirts!
I swear, that's just a coincidence, this time... For once.