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!

"Mood swings? Mood swing~! ;D Mo-oh-oh-ood swi-whi-whi-wings...T-T Mood swings! =D MOOD SWINGS?" D= ~ Homer from "The Simpsons"

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"We have more people from Spain today, and some from Portugal..."

"Portugal?" Really? Alright- I'll be there..." Turkey stood up, which made Scotland look up at him with begging eyes saying 'don't leave me here.' Turkey caught this right away. "Lennox- come." Scotland nodded and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Italy asked out of curiousity.

"I'm goin' ta' get someone..." Romano's head perked up when he said that.

"Oh... Okay."

Turkey went down the line of people until he finally reached this young-looking male with light brown, almost a light maroon colored hair and a scar across his left, aqua-green eye.(1) He grabbed the boy by the arm.

"This one, and that's all." A few guards took Portugal's arms behind his back to tie his wrists together.

"Wh-What's going on?"

"Yer my new prisoner... Maybe someday, though, ya'll can come out... Maybe..." Turkey turned back to the guards. "While you're there, release the Spainiard and drag him into the castle."

"Yes, sir!" They dragged Portugal away with Turkey and Scotland slowly following them. Scotland reached over to grab one of Turkey's arms.

Turkey looked at him. "What's'ta' matta'?"

"I don't... Want to get lost... I-I mean, you'd send dogs and such to go after me, wouldn't you?"

"If ya' suddenly ran or got lost, then yes, of course I would."

Scotland hid his face into Turkey's sleeve. "I want to go home..." He started crying.

"H-Hey... Are ya' cryin'? Are ya' 'kay?"

Scotland shook his head. "I don't know why, but lately... I mean... I just... I can't sleep, and I'm so damn depressed about something all the damn time..."

"'S'cause ya' haven' hadd'a smoke in a while..."

"Then let me smoke, damn it..."

"No. This is the worst part of it, I think... Afta' this, it should be ova'..."

"I'll kill you if you're wrong..."

Turkey sighed and wrapped his arm around Scotland's shoulder. "I shouldn' be wrong... Though I'm not exactly sure how it works... I was just told by others who experienced this..."

"I'm so tired..."

"I know."

"...I haven't fallen asleep in about a week now... Not really, anyway..."

"What? Why didn' ya' tell me bef're?" Scotland flinched. "...I'm sorry. I didn't mean ta' scare ya'."

"...It didn't cross my mind before..."

"Well, then I'll have ta' give ya' somethin' fer ya' ta' take ta' help ya' sleep."

"Th-Thank you..."

After Portugal was forced inside of the cell, Spain was dragged out. The rope connecting his ankles were cut loose. "Come on."

"Wh-What's going on...?" They didn't answer. Instead, they dragged him out of the prison, into the castle, and into Turkey's bedroom, where he was locked inside, alone. He didn't have to wait long before Turkey unlocked the door and entered the room, with Scotland following him.

"Hiya, Spain..." Turkey sat on the bed.

"Get away from me..."

"But Romano has been askin' fer ya'..."

"Where is he?"

"I'm not sure where exactly he is, but he's around the castle some where..."

"Hopefully not!"

Turkey chuckled. "He wouldn' leave withou' ya' and Italy."

"He... Said that?"

"He said somethin' like that."

"So... Romano bugged you until you finally gave in?"

"Not at all! In fact, he's been such a good boy, that he's my favorite, prob'ly... If I were ta' choose, so I'm rewardin' him, with ya'."

"Okay... One more question... What's Scotland doing in here?"

"He can't bear ta' leave me... Ya' see, I'm makin' him quit smokin'... He's almost there, where he wouldn' need it so much anymore... If ya' wanna leave ta' look fer Romano, ya' may." Spain jumped out of the bed and ran out of the room within seconds after hearing that. Turkey chuckled before lying down on the bed.

Scotland crawled over to lie on Turkey's chest. "What's'the matter?"

"Nothin'... I'm just tired, is all..."

"Oh..."

"...Get up. I'm gonna help ya' sleep." Scotland got off of Turkey so he could ask one of his servants to make something that would help Scotland sleep, before returning. "Someone should come in 'ere with somethin' ya' can use ta' help ya' sleep betta'."

"Thank you..."

"No probl'm..." Turkey plopped back down on his canopy bed so Scotland could crawl onto his chest again. His breathing slowed down a little, meaning that Scotland wasn't panicking so much now that he knew that he should be able to sleep soon. Or that was at least what Turkey assumed.

There was a quiet knocking on the door before it opened and a woman walked in. "This should help the Scottish man... We mixed the medicine in the drink."

"Drink what's in that glass, and ya' should be sleepin' in no time." Turkey translated for Scotland. Scotland jumped out of the bed and snatched the glass away. "Drink it slowly- don' choke."

"Th-Thank you..." The servant looked at Turkey.

"He said, "thank you."

The woman smiled. "You're very welcome." She nodded her head and left.

Scotland took a sip of the juice, and winced at the bitter-sour taste. Though, he would rather drink than pass out. He chugged the rest down and returned to the bed, crawled ontop of Turkey and pressed his face against Turkey's chest again.

Turkey ran a few of his gloved fingers through Scotland's red hair. "Good boy..." Turkey sighed and closed his eyes...

He was originally planning on only having France as a pet, but Scotland started punching the other countries and is now mentally sick and infant-like. France cut himself until he passed out because Turkey made the mistake of letting Italy and Romano come up into the palace to keep France company whenever he couldn't... And now, he had to deal with Spain.

'I could always use him for gardening, if what Southern Italy said wasn't a lie...' He sighed again and tried relaxing with Scotland lying on top of him.

Romano was sitting in the garden. The scents of the flowers relaxes him. He felt arms wrap around him and he sighed. "What do you want, now?"

"What do I want? What kind of question is that after not seeing me in weeks?"

"Spain? Damn it, Spain! Don't do that!""

"Don't do what?"

"Don't sneak up on me like that..." Romano tried fighting back tears. "Damn it!" He hugged Spain's neck. "Damn it..." Spain placed a hand on the back of Romano's head to let him cry on his shoulder while rocking the boy slowly in his arms.

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(1) Hidekaz made him!