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!

Wilzyx is kind of a glutton for such a little guy.

"THOSE BASTARDS KILLED MY BALLSACK!" *Bawls*

APHAPHAPH

"Captain! The prisoners- some of them are dead, and a few are showing signs of the plague!"

"What?" Of all the ways to start of a morning, nobody on the ship would have thought that something like that would happen. "Okay... Um... Everyone, wear yourbandana's as masks. If you don't have one, than use your clothes, or something! We can't be spreading this on deck!"(1) He looked at England, who was looking at him.

'What about "clothes?"' He asked himself. Before he could attempt to find out, the captain took his wrist and dragged him into his private cabin. His heart dropped, but he didn't fight. The captain just left him standing there, in front of the door. Hizir looked around for something, finally settling on a hankerchief, to wrap around England's head.

"Keep that on." He swatted England's hands away when he attempted to take the silk napkin off. "Don't."

England whimpered and closed his eyes, though he was confused as to why the cloth was over his mouth, instead of inside of it. He was carefully dragged to the bed, making him shake in fear. 'Don't... Not now, please...' He begged quietly to himself.

"Leo will be here to feed you soon." England opened his eyes at the words "Leo," and "feed you." The captain had a cloth covering his mouth himself. "He will explain to you then." He said, before leaving and locking the cabin door.

'...I'm confused...' England looked out the tiny window that was by the bed. He could see some splashing in the corner, but he couldn't figure out the source. At least, not at first... 'Wait a second...' He tried looking over to the right with the closed window. 'I swear, I just saw something...' He sighed and lied down on his back. 'I think I must be going crazy... Maybe I should take a nap. Maybe...'

Eventually, Leo came into the room, like promised, carrying food and water. He also had his mouth covered by part of his apron. He placed the contents on the desk in hopes that they wouldn't fall. "I be back." He left again after not even being there for a minute.

England turned around and eased his eyes opened. 'What was that..?' He saw the plate of food and the glass of water on the desk. 'Oh. Food's here, I guess.' He yawned and sat on the edge of the bed. Leo returned with a full pitcher of water.

"Here go." He sat it down on the desk by the food and water.

"What's going on here? Why are you, and the captain, wearing a cloth around their faces... And why am I?"

Leo looked at him with a semi-worried look. "Slaves... Sick."

"Sick?" England repeated.

"Yes. Sick with... Black... Um..."

"Black..?" England thought for a minute. "Wait a second- the plague?" Leo shrugged.

"You be safe here. Hizir won't touch you, I..? I think..." England smiled, though Leo couldn't see it.

"Very good... You were talking about "the black death," right?"

"Yes! That!" Leo said in a happy tone.

"That's... That's just bloody wonderful..." He sighed. "I thought I got rid of it..."

"Well... Um... Enjoy." Leo nodded before leaving.

England sighed and took off the makeshift mask so he could eat.

Ireland was glad that he could finally take a bath. 'My hair grew quite a bit...' He shrugged that thought off and continued cleaning himself. When he was done, a few paid servants combed his hair out and gave him something to wear. He was placed in front of a giant mirror to look at himself. 'They combed my hair down...' His hair was almost shoulder-length. 'I look like a girl...' He pouted.

He was led to where ever Turkey was at the time. It took them awhile before they finally found him, with an arm around France's waist. "Turkey, the kid from Ireland is ready."

Turkey made a motion towards him with his hand. "Send him in." Ireland walked out from behind the servant and walked until he was only a few feet away from Turkey. "My, aren' ya' pretty? Don'ja think, Francis?"

"Um..." He stared at Ireland for awhile. "O... Oui. Yes." He didn't want to lie and hurt Ireland's feelings, but he felt something. He couldn't put his finger on the feeling, though.

"Yer um... Aiden, righ'? "Ay-den." I like that name. Ya' wanna see yer brother, Lennox, righ'?" Ireland nodded. "A'igh'... Um... I don' know where he would be... Ya' may look around fer him, if ya' want."

Ireland nodded in a gesture. "Thank you." He smile before leaving the room.

"Ya' know... He was down in 'dat prison the longest, though, fer a good reason. I tried to give'm special treatment withou' havin' ta' be there, but... Well, I dunno. He seems ta' be broken. At least, jus' enough where he won' even attemp'ta' run away."

France felt an urge to change the subject. "Would it be okay if, um..." He looked away, embarassed. "If I were to, um... Sleep with you, tonight? I... Miss your warmth..."

Turkey smiled, though France couldn't tell, and hugged said French man in happiness. "Yeah! Ya' may sleep with me wheneva' ya' want!" France smiled and rubbed his against Turkey's neck.

"Thank you."

"No prob'." He grabbed France's chin in his hand. "Kiss..." He demanded. France turned around to straddle Turkey's hips. He slid Turkey's black face mask off and slipped his tongue inside of his mouth. He allowed himself to be lead down on the ground with Turkey on top of him.

England was curled up in a ball on the bed. 'The plague... It's running in this very same ship... Would they throw Iceland over board if he catches it? I should probably tell...' England's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the captain coming inside.

"Leo is teaching you Turkish, correct?"

England turned to see the other man. "Evet... I know a little."

Hizir smirked. "Good."

"Um..." England started thinking. "Save one... Down there... One with white hair."

The captain tilted his head. "Save one... The... White haired one?" England nodded.

"For Sadiq. Save before... Um... Black sick..."

"Black sick?" He repeated to himself. "The plague?"

"Sadiq like, um... Person like me..." England almost whispered the last three words. "He take care black sick person like me. Sadiq want white hair person like me."

"Leo's a good teacher, apparently." Hizir muttered to himself. "He would want the most expensive slave, wouldn't he? And for free. Greedy bastard." The captain joined England on the bed. "What if he's sick?"

England took a second to translate. "Do not throw off ship. Sadiq want him, even if sick... Wait until black sick takes him first."

The captain hugged England like a child would hug a teddy bear. "Tomorrow, okay?"

England struggled around in the other man's arms until he was a little more comfortable. "'Should this night. Soon... If white hair person sick, move white hair person so other person like me, um... No black sick..."

"Look at me." He turned England's head so he was facing Hizir. He held up one finger. "Person." He held up two. "People." He held up three, repeating what he said, than four and five. "Understand?"

England nodded before realizing that a nod may be different in Turkey. "Yes. People down there. Lot of them."

"Good." Hizir yawned and held England's body closer to himself. "Good night."

"G... Good night..." England sighed. 'I had worse nights, at least...'

"There's a problem with some things..."

France looked up at Turkey, confused. "What things?"

"Where ta' sleep. Romano's currently sleepin' in my bed righ' now. Plus... There's still Spain, Italy, Scotland, and Ireland... I suppose Scotland and Ireland can sleep togetha'. Scotland pretty much own his own room now."

"You removed the pipe from the room, right?"

"Yes..." Turkey kissed the top of France's head. "The cusions by my bed can fit one adult. Though my bed itself can hold three adults..." He sighed frustratingly. "I need more beds..."

"You forgot Greece and Egypt."

"No I didn'. Greece has his own room, which he shares with Egyp' by choice."

"But... Doesn't Greece normally sleep on one of the many body-long couches? Or... On the floor?"

"I think he falls asleep when he's relaxed. He'll go ta' his own bed when he want's'ta' sleep fer more than an hour or so."

"Well then... Where did England sleep?"

"He slept... Um... He slept in Scotland's room... Who slept with me. Where did you sleep?"

"Long chair, the cusions... Spain would sleep in that one room that I... But that's only a single bed."

"Oh, righ'... I have an extra bed..." Turkey stood up. "Alrigh'. I'll order more beds fer future slaves tamarrow. Fer ta'nigh', though, they'll figure it out themselves." He started walking to his bedroom, assuming that France would follow.

Instead of finding Romano in his bed, Spain was there, with the tarps back up. Italy was sleeping on the mountain of pillows. "Um..."

"I think... That Spain maybe moved Romano for some reason..?" Turkey shrugged and started undressing himself.

"I'm goin' ta' bed. Join me wheneva' ya' want." He got into bed and put down the curtains, surrounding the bed again. France got undressed as well before joining Turkey.

"It's dark with these tarps down..." He whispered. Turkey nodded lethargically and hugged France's back. "Why are you keeping your mask on?"

"Jus'... Because I can." He kissed the back of France's neck. "G'night."

"Bon nuit..."*

APHAPHAPH

Either Spiker's or one of my boyfriend's four cats chewed up the cord so it was useless, so I had to wait a few days for a new one, but I got Sims 3 Pets, which is VERY addicting, so I was being patient.

Plus, Wilzyx. CUTE~!

"Bon nuit" - "Good night"