Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
"I have got some leather shoes~!"
APHAPHAPH Turkey had his arm wrapped around France's shoulder, his other wrapped around Scotland's waist, while talking to one of the guards in the room. "...Bring me the English man..." He demanded.
"Yes, sir!" The guard said, before leaving the room.
Turkey looked at Spain for a while. "Maybe I should dress ya' up in some differen'color, Antonio..."
Spain looked up at him. "Hm?"
"The question is... What would look good on ya'?" He wonder to himself.
"Yellow..." Romano spoke up. "Or dark red." Turkey stared at Romano for a second before chuckling and ruffling the Italian's hair, while being careful of the curled up, stray hair. "Stop it, dammit!"
Turkey chuckled again and turned to another guard. "Bring him..." Pointing to Spain. "To a tailor. Request silk robes dyed dark red."
"Yes, sir!" Spain was forced on his feet so it would be easier to literally drag him out.
"Wh-What's going on?" Spain started struggling against the men. "Where are we going?"
"Ah- Spainiard!" He turned to see England, who was also being carried by two guards. Spain quickly looked away, and, instead of struggling to stay, walked a little faster instead. "Hey! Do not ignore me!"
One of the guards smacked him across the face. "Shut up!"
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" England screamed, ignoring the guard.
Spain stopped and turned to look at England again. "You are not the boss of me..." Spain turned back around, letting the guards lead him to where ever they were taking him.
"Antonio! Dammit!" The guard holding England hit him again.
"I told you to shut up!" He said angrily, though England couldn't understand him. He was still quiet when they dragged him inside and into the dining area.
France jumped out of his seat. "Wait a minute! Why is he up here?"
"Sit back down. I think ya' wanna hear 'dis."
"W-Wait... You haven't told him yet?" England finally noticed the leash connected to France's wrist when the long blond was forced to sit down.
"I think it would be betta' if ya' told'im yerself."
"No! I'm not listening!" France covered his ears and closed his eyes. Turkey brushed his arms gently.
"I think ya' will want'a hear 'dis, Francis..." He grabbed France's hands to move them back onto his lap. He turned to England again. "We're waitin'..."
"I-I, uh..." England cleared his voice. "I just wanted Sadiq to tell you for me that... I'm, um... I'm sorry, for those comments I made a few weeks ago or so, okay? There! I said it! May I go now?" France's eyes widen, but he didn't say anything.
Turkey smiled behind his mask. "Yer not even goin' ta' say "hi" ta' yer older brotha', afta' not seein' him fer how long now?"
England stared at his brother for a while, who was clinging onto Turkey for dear lifle, before turning back to the masked man. "He is not my brother. He would never be clingy like that- ever."
"Don' say 'dat 'til ya' know the withdrawel effects of cigarettes. He's feelin' lonely, even when he's alone for a minute. He demands every second possible of his masta's attention, like a baby ta' it's motha'." He looked at the guards who brought England in. "Put some decent clothes on him."
"Yes sir!" The guards said, almost in unison, as ried dragging England away once again.
"Wait- Francis!" He struggled against the men. "You never said anything about my apology!"
France's eyes widen again, but then he smiled. "Apology accepted."
England let out a sigh of relief, and finally allowed the guards to drag him along.
"It seems as though everyone else has finished eatin' besides ya' an' me..." France still had a soft smile on his face as he continued eating.
aphaphaph An hour later, Spain was back at the palace, dressed in ruby red silk robes. England, who was outside at the time, noticed him, but held his tongue, for now.
Once inside, Spain immediately noticed Romano, his Romano, lying on Turkey's lap. France was also resting his head on Turkey's shoulder, but he didn't care so much about that. He opened his mouth to say something, but Turkey noticed him first.
"Beau'ful! Much betta'! Lovino has quite... An eye fer wha' can be improved when it comes to art~!" Romano got up on his hands.
"Art?" He repeated, not really believing it. "N-No... Feliciano is much better at that than I am..." He looked down.
"Don' be so... Modest!" Turkey ran his hand through Romano's hair gently.
"Modest?" He looked at Turkey's covered face. "Am I being that way?"
"I don' know a betta' word fer it... But "modest" sounds correct ta' me..."
"Whatever he is, I just want to know why he was on your lap!" Spain interrupted angrily. "And for that matter, where's... Lennox? Shouldn't he be with you?"
"He got escorted ta' the bathroom."
"Okay, and why was Lovino laying on your lap?" Spain crossed his arms.
Romano stood up and walked over to grab Spain's hand. "Don't worry about it... I was just tired, and I still don't know my way around this place, exactly... But I do know how to get outside, and into his flower garden."
"Then why weren't you there instead?" Romano averted his eyes.
"I didn't want to be alone with England..." France started chuckling. "What the Hell is so damn funny?"
"Oh, mon cher...* England wouldn't hurt you~! Why are you so afraid of him?"
Romano's eyes widen. "Y-You should already know..."
France paused for a second, remembering what England did to Spain, but smiled softly. "...I don't think he would be allowed to cook, so he can't force you to eat anything he makes."
"That's not-!" Romano whipped his body around. France scowled at him, warning him. "Damn it, I know that!" He huffed and dragged Spain behind him while walking. "Come on. I can't stand to see that wine bastard's face anymore!"
"Lovi-!" Turkey started to scream, but France tugged on his sleeve.
"Don't worry about it. I'm okay. You see..." He waited until Spain and Romano were out of their sights before whispering. "England had Spain captive before this. He was about to correct me by saying that I was wrong, but he got the hint and acted embarrassed to avoid accidently mentioning that."
Turkey started laughing. "He's so cute! And he's a good kid when ya' get'ta' know'im!" France smirked.
aphaphaph Romano took a deep breath before sitting down on the grass. Spain sat next to him. "You really like this area, don't you?"
"The flowers makes me feel calm..."
"I can see why- they're beautiful!" Spain felt something tugging at his robe and he turned around, seeing England and scowled. "What do you want?"
"I want to get out of here, but I can't do that without help. You're not broken yet, are you? I want your help!"
Spain stared at the Englishman for a while. "...If Lovino and Feliciano's willing to help out, as well."
Romano looked at them for a minute, before looking back at the flowers. "...No."
"What do you mean, "no?" Spain shrieked.
"I like it here. Turkey doesn't treat me like he would rather have Italy, but he'll just settle for me." Spain felt a sharp pain in his heart. "I get good food, great baths, one of my very few jobs is to tend to these flowers..."
Spain's eyes widen slightly. "B-But... I'm sorry for asking but... He... Doesn't he r-rape you..?"
Romano closed his eyes. "...If you do escape, I won't struggle when you come save me, whenever you regain your strength back... But I'm not going to take the risk... I'm... Sorry... Dammit..."
"I think that settles that, then, don't you?"
Spain paused before hugging Romano's back and kissing the top of his head. "I'll come back for you with an army." He whispered...
APHAPHAPH I was writing a commentary for "Mine Immortal" when I was writing this as well, so any mistakes can be blamed on Tara Gilespie... No wait... "Gilespie" is Dahlia's last name... I hate that creepy bitch. *Shivers*
* "Mon cher" - "My dear" (masculine)