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!

I... Finished... The Fullmetal Alchemist manga series.

AAAAAAH! *Bawls*

APHAPHAPH

"I had no idea that you two were even talking..." Romano plucked off a ylang ylang flower from it's stem. "I better have these flower turn into bath oil before it dries up and falls..." He muttered to himself. He picked a few more of them before turning on his heel to relunctantly leave Spain alone with England.

"He's defending himself, so he won't get hurt..." England muttered.

"It's for the best, isn't it? He already said that he wanted no part in this. It's a good thing no body saw us three together, for his sake."

"Really?" England looked around them and smirked. "Perfect." He took Spain by the arm until they were at the fence that was hidden in vines. "I'll help you over if you help me up..."

Turkey noticed Romano almost right away. "'Dat's a lot of flowers ya' got ther', Lovino."

"Y-Yeah... They're about ready to be turned into oil for baths, so I thought I should bring them in..." He handed the flowers to one of the servants, hoping that that would be okay, seeing that Turkey gave a servant the rose for oil before.

"'Dat's not very nice, Lovino~." Turkey chuckled.

Romano turned to the masked man in confusion. "What? What did I do?"

"Yer prob'ly gonna make her aroused from all of those flowers."

Romano blushed. "Th-They don't work all the time..."

"Than why are ya' stutterin' and blushin'? It can't be because I said "aroused," can it?"

Romano looked away in embarassment. "I was just trying to... I mean, I know when flowers are good for picking... And what about Francis?"

"Wha' 'bout'im?"

"We're not going to be doing... Anything, with Francis around a short leash connected from his arm to yours, are we?"

Turkey wrapped his arm around France's back. "We can jus' do a threesome again..."

Spain and England ran down the grassy hill in the back of the palace. England heard some shouting and jumped inside of a bush, dragging Spain in with him. He couldn't understand the words, but the voices seemed to be far away.

"Do you remember how to get into town?" England asked, panting. Spain nodded.

"Y-Yeah..." They heard some movement, so they immediately stopped breathing. Spain peeked out a small opening to see outside of the bush without being detected. "I don't see anyone..." He said in a whisper.

England paused for a second before talking. "Lead the way..."

France closed his eyes slowly. "Would I be forced to..?" He asked in a whisper.

"Ya' would prob'ly be aroused anyway, with ya' jus' sittin' and either watchin' or hearin' us... Or both."

"Couldn't you just give me to Spain or somethin-"

"If we wait any longer, I won't be horny anymore, dammit!" Romano interrupted. He walked over to Turkey before sitting on his lap and nipped at his covered neck. "I don't care if France watches, or joins, or whatever... You two shouldn't have waited so long..."

Turkey chuckled. "Sorry 'bout that..."

He moved one of his hands so it was pinching Romano's right nipple through his robe. The youngest of the three nations moaned and lifted his hand to touch Turkey's covered face. His wrist was grabbed right away.

"Let's go ta' my bedroom or some place more private before I take my mask off..."

Spain stabbed the ground with a stick and stepped away to watch the shadow from the sun. He looked at the sky to see where the sun was. He pointed in a certain direction. "East should be this way..."

"If not, than we'll just steal a boat or something. As long as we're out of Turkey, I don't care where we end up." He started running in the direction he was told to go, with Spain following him...

"Wait, but isn't Feliciano in there?"

"If he is, then I'll jus' give'im Francis' leash... Or again, we could jus' let Antonio deal with'im."

"What if Feli's asleep on your bed?" Romano sighed. "Nevermind... I'm not really in the mood anymore, anyway..." Turkey gently threw him on his back.

"But I am, thanks ta' ya'..." Turkey used his hand that wasn't tied to France to hold both of Romano's wrists above his head.

Romano paid little attention to Turkey's action at the moment. "Wouldn't you be dragging Francis with you- literally?"

Turkey let go of Romano's wrists to gently brush his fingers against the Italian's cheek. "'Dat's why I suggested a threesome..."

"Maybe you should stop looming over me so we can stand up and walk to the bedroom, then." He heard a slight chuckle coming from behind the black mask before Turkey stood up carefully...

Spain and England finally ran to the closest city. They tried blending in, but they had to whisper to each other, because they don't know any Turkish.

"We don't have any type of currency." Spain said between his teeth.

"Do not worry about that. We can survive without food and water, at least, for a lot longer than humans can... Let's just worry about getting the Hell out of here..."

"Do ya' need help up?" He held out a gloved hand.

"Damn it- it's not fair!" Lovino suddenly snapped.

Turkey tilted his head. "What's not fair?"

Romano's cheeks turn a slightly darker shade and he looked away. "...Nothing..." He accepted Turkey's help up. He let the older nation drag him and France behind him, until he noticed that they weren't going the right direction.

"Wait a second... Where are we going?" Romano looked around in confusion.

"We're goin' outside, so Spain can hold onta' Francis' leash."

"Thank you..." France whispered.

Romano sighed. "And what about Feliciano?"

"I'll jus' send him outside with everyone else."

"And the threesome?" Romano asked, trying to get Turkey to not go outside.

Turkey shrugged. "Francis doesn' wan' it."

Romano gritted his teeth together. 'Damn it, Spain! You better still be here...' He thought to himself. He knew that he couldn't do anything at this point to stop Turkey from going outside.

France covered his eyes to block them from the sun when Turkey opened the door leading to the outside world. "Now then..." Turkey started once they got to the flower garden. "...Where are they?" He started looking around. "Antonio! Arthur!" He screamed. "...Guards!"

A group of guards came up to their Turkish leader. "Sir?"

"Search the kingdom for the spanish man, or the english man with those thick eyebrows... Do NOT make a mess and wreck the entire place, though! They could just be in the bathroom or something..." He ordered.

"Yes, sir!" They all said in almost unison before leaving.

England and Spain would jog whenever they were seemingly alone to get out faster. They talked to each other only when they would jog, and it was still in almost a whisper. By now, they got to the next city.

Turkey was twirling Romano's stray hair around his finger to keep the boy aroused. Romano's moans made France try pulling Turkey's hand away by instinct.

"I told ya' ta' not do 'dat, Francis..." Turkey growled, tugging at the stray hair. France pulled back, remembering the promise Turkey made with Romano, and the promise he himself made with Turkey.

"Je suis...* I'm sorry. I guess it was... Instinct? Though, it looks like he's about to finish..." France whispered, cheeks turning pink from watching Romano.

"He's right..." Romano panted. "I'm about..." He moaned.

"Um..." France turned away. "...About that threesome..."

Suddenly, a couple of guards came into the room, without a nation. "Sir, we can't find them anywhere around the palace..." One of them said.

Turkey almost pulled Romano's stray hair off from it's root. "Lanet!"* Both Romano and France jumped at the sudden curse. Turkey stood up, bringing France with him. "What the Hell were you doing?" He sighed angrily. "Get the dogs! I have the clothes they came here with for scents!" He started marching to his bedroom- dragging France with him...

APHAPHAPH

Spiker's in sleeping on my foot...

Nope. Nevermind.

(French) "Je suis" - "I am"

(Turkish) "Lanet" - "Fuck"