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!

APHAPHAPH

"...I just thought of something?"

Romano turned to see Spain. "What?"

"Isn't France up here? Where is he?"

Romano's eyes widen. "Um... He's... He... Um..."

"Did something happen to him?"

"Y... Yes... He got depressed, and... So he started cutting himself. Eventually, he cut his throat before Turkey caught him..."

"What?"

"He's chained to a bed right now, with a cloth preventing him from biting his tongue off. He can kind of talk, but he doesn't bother, really..."

"Can I talk to him?"

"Yes, but I don't know if Turkey-"

"Fuck him! I need to talk to France!"

Romano stood up. "Come on..." He started walking slowly for Spain to catch up. He walked until he reached a wooden door. "He's in here..." He slowly opened the door. "Francis? I told Antonio..." He walked in and took the chair next to the bed.

"Francis?" Romano wasn't lying when he said that France was chained down to a bed. It almost scared him to see one of his best friends like this.

"Am... An'onio!"

"I-I'm... E-Excuse me?"

"Anonio..." Antonio?" France nodded.

"'a'iq..."

"I don't know where he is right now."

"How can you understand him?"

Romano shrugged. "I can understand you just fine, so..."

"Hey!"

"And I can also understand my brother, most of the time..." There was a knock on the door, before someone came in, carrying a bowl of food in one hand.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't think that anyone was in here. I'm going to have to ask you two to leave, though..."

"...What?"

"She has a bowl of food with her, so I'm assuming that she's going to be feeding Francis."

"You two can't understand me, can you?" She grabbed Spain and pulled his arm slightly towards the door. "Leave."

Taking the hint, Romano followed after Spain out of the room so France could eat in peace.

The lady set the food down on the side-table so she could untie the cloth from France's mouth.

"...Sadiq..."

"He's asleep right now..." She took the spoon and placed it by France's lips, which were sealed shut to deny the food. "If you eat, then I'll let Sadiq know that you were asking for him."

France, not understanding her, kept his mouth shut, making her sigh. She placed the spoon back in the bowl of soup, re-tied the cloth around France's head, and left the room.

She opened the bedroom door slowly. Like she said before, Turkey was sleeping, with Scotland on him. Northern Italy slipped into the room to curl up next to them and sleep as well.

'He wasn't there the last time I checked...' She thought to herself. She quietly walked over to the bed to gently push Turkey's head until he awoke.

"Hm? What?"

"It would be better to say it... Out of the room." She whispered.

"Say what?" Scotland moaned quietly before rubbing his face against Turkey's chest.

"Here, I'll help you out..." She carefully lifted Scotland off of Turkey's body and onto the large bed, closer to Italy. He moaned some more and shifted around until he went back to a more peaceful sleep.

"When did Feliciano..?"

"I'm not sure... We should leave them alone, though..."

Turkey stood up, stretched a little, and walked out of the room, with the female servant following him. "So, what's so important that you had to wake me up for?"

"It's the man from France... He won't eat."

"What?" He hissed.

"That, and he's been asking for you, I think. The first thing he said when I removed the gag was "Sadiq."

Turkey slowly opened the door to the room France was in. "Francis!" France jumped as much as he could in the chains. "Why aren't'ja eatin'?" He removed the gag from France's mouth.

"Sadiq... Lovino... When he talked to me a few days ago, I thought about what he said..."

"What does dat' haf'ta do wit' ya' not eatin'?"

"I guessed that if I didn't eat, than you would come in here."

"...Ya' thought 'bout, what, again?"

"I thought about what he told me... I don't want to be chained down to this bed forever! I don't!"

"I'm not lettin' ya' go jus' so ya' can hurt yerself again..."

"England... He..." France started crying. "He took my son away... Officially... I've haven't been allowed to see them in so long... And now, America's independent, a-and... And then, I get captured, and... Lovino... And Antonio saw me like this..."

"He did?" France nodded. "Well... I guess that doesn' matta', so much..." Turkey unlocked the cuffs around France's wrists and handed him the bowl. "Eat."

France sniffled and looked up at Turkey. "M-Merci..."* He lifted the bowl up to his mouth.

"Bir şey değil."

APHAPHAPH

I WAS such a playa' on Rune Factory 3... Than I won it and sold it.

I'll be taking a girl home, when another potential spouse walks up. I say "bye" to the girl I just went out with, and then "Hi~! Wannagooutsomewhere?" to the other girl, right in front of the first girl...

Good thing it's not "The Sims."

"I see, so is there anything you want to be?"

"Great Farmer"

"Great Pharmasist"

-"Great wife"

I'm a guy in this game.

"Can I touch... Your horn?"

I swear, I'm a straight guy on this rated E or E10 game! ('Too lazy to check)

*Translations*

(French) "Merci" - "Thank you"

(Turkish) "Bir şey değil" - "You're welcome"