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!

Utaria I know... I was... Just going with what works at the time, and... I dunno. I've been working on more Turkey/France... In fact, I'm currently writing Turkey/France... I just haven't gotten that far on yet.

And I happen to be a fan of rapist!France/Romano, thanks to Dieingcity, and I got most of my watchers a fan of that as well... So I write that a lot, but not in this fic. The last thing was the only time I'll have rapist!France in this fic.

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"Francis?" France felt someone poking him in the cheek. He opened his eyes slightly. This time, Turkey got his people to use chains instead of leather, and gag him so he couldn't bite his tongue off and "drown" in his own blood.

"Francis, last night, with Sadiq... That was... Consensual, for the most part... Iagreed to let him have his way with me, just as long as it wasn't in public... And um... Sadiq has no intentions on letting any one of us go, especially you and me, so um... Are you really planning on staying like this for the rest of your life? Well, anyway... That's all I wanted to say, really..." Romano stood up and left the room.

'Has Romano really given up..?' France asked himself. 'Then again... Have I given up myself? Shouldn't I know the answer...? Maybe, it would be best just to give in... But... What should I do...?'

"What did ya' say ta' him?"

"Um... I just asked him if he intends to live chained down to that bed forever... And that when you took me last night, it was consensual..."

"Yer bein' such a good boy again..." Turkey wrapped his arms around Romano's waist. "An' good boys should be rewarded, evet..?"

"Evet?"

"Evet" means "yes."

"Oh..."

"Well, I don' wanna bring a new slave up after I just broke ya'... I wanna play around with my broken toy a bit... I should pro'bly check on Scotland soon, as well... D'ya' wanna go on a walk with me and Scotland?"

Romano shrugged. "Sure... Unless Scotland's going to be punching everyone again, I don't see why not..."

"Righ'... On second thought... Well, no... If he hurts ya', which he shouldn', I'll just punish'im..."

"But then I get hurt... You know what? I'll just go out into the garden, alone, and undisturbed for a few hours or... Whatever."

"'Sounds good ta' me... I'll be back in about an hour or so..."

"Have fun..."

Turkey hugged Romano's back. "Thanks, love..." He licked the back of Romano's neck, making the Italian squirm. He was let go after squirming, so he ran off outside.

"How're ya' doin' ta'day, Lennox?"

Scotland reached out towards Turkey with his bound, shaking wrists. "Uhm... S-Sadiq..."

Turkey smirked behind his mask. "Perhaps ya' shouldn' go out ta'day... Well, I can take ya' out on the yard, but not near the garden." Scotland nodded shakingly and tried standing up. "Careful now..." He was carefully led outside on a balcony covered in vines. "Hey, get him some water."

"Yes sir..." A servant nodded and left.

Scotland coughed. He was crying, though he wasn't sure why. He ran his hands through his hair and groaned in frustration. Turkey sat down to hug the red-headed man, who groaned louder and struggled.

"Get the fuck off'a me..."

"What would help?"

"I'm fuckin' hungry..."

"Okay." Turkey turned to face his servants. "Bring a basket of fruit for him or something, please." They nodded and left. Turkey didn't bother wondering why they both left.

"I'm not tired... But... I haven't been sleeping much... God... I feel like I'm goin' to puke..."

"Food and water are coming..." Scotland panted and leaned his head back against Turkey.

"Here's your water, sir."

Turkey took the glass. "Thank you." He handed the glass to Scotland, who downed it in a few seconds.

"Thanks..."

"No probl'm..." Turkey stared at Scotland's tired looking, glassy eyes for a while. He brushed his gloved hands through Scotland's red hair, making the Scotish man groan again, but he didn't move away this time.

When the basket of fruit came, Scotland grabbed an apple right away and took a big bite out of it. "Thanks fer the food... I guess..."

"Again, no probl'm... I was 'bout ta' make a deal with ya', but I don' think dat would be necessary anyway..."

"What kind of a deal?" Scotland asked with food stored in his cheek, which he swallowed right after asking his question.

"I was gonna tell ya' ta' prove that ya' can be a good slave that doesn't need to be locked away alone, foreva'..."

"Oh... Okay..." Scotland stared at his apple with a confused face.

Turkey could see Romano from the balcony and smiled. Once Scotland finished with his apple, Turkey grabbed him by the hips and moved him so he was on Turkey's lap. "Are ya' gonna prove that ya' can be a good slave..?"

"'Depends on if you'll let me finish eating or not."

"We wouldn't want to spoil yer dinner..." Turkey took his right glove off with his teeth before unbuttoning and unzipping Scotland's pants.

"Wh-What are ya' doing?"

"Yer my prisoner, so..." Turkey slid his hand inside of Scotland's pants and boxers to start stroking his member to life.

"St-Stop..."

"No... I'll do only this to you, though..."

Scotland's heart started racing, which made him panic and started struggling. "Stop! Please, stop! I'm gonna die... Oh my God... Please!" He coughed and started crying. Turkey let go of him and moved him off of his lap. He noticed that Scotland was shaking.

"Are ya' 'kay?" Scotland shook his head, but he still grabbed another fruit from the basket and started eating it. "What was that?" Scotland shrugged and continued eating. "Well, I'm sorry fer wha'eva' I did wrong..." Scotland nodded, showing that he understood. "Ya' may take the basket ta' yer room..."

Scotland reached over to grab Turkey's arm and whimpered. "Don't leave me in there, alone... I-I'll be good, I promise!"

Turkey chuckled. "Okay."

"Th-Thanks..."

Turkey thought of something suddenly. "...Actually, would'ja' like a massage?"

"Why are ya' asking me all of a sudden?"

"So ya' can relieve some stress..."

"Oh... Sure, I guess..."

"Great!" Turkey grabbed Scotland's wrist and led him down stairs and outside. "Lovino~!"

"What do you'a want now?"

"I was just wonderin' if ya' would like a massage."

"A massage? Really?"

"Ya' don' have ta', ya' know..."

"No, no... I'll go... It's just... Kinda random..."

"That's great... Um... Should I ask Francis..?" He asked, more to himself.

In the end, Turkey got France and Italy to join them, though he had to request that France was bound with leather straps on the padded table face-down. They also kept the gag in his mouth, just in case.

"Mio Dio!"* Romano moaned.

"You have a lot knots." The person giving him the massage noticed. Romano was moaning loudly throughout the entire thing, making Turkey aroused. It was also making France aroused, but he couldn't do anything about it.

'I'm sorry, Lovino... I want you to get used to me... To be okay with me... But I want your body even more...' Turkey thought with a blush.

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I renamed my yaoi doujinshi from "very private" to "Tax Return 1997."

Whoever gets that joke gets... A smiley face... I dunno!

"Mio Dio" - "My God"