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'm a gigantic brain!"

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"I am the greetest! Now I am going to leave earth forever for no raison!" ~ This "gigantic brain" from Futurama.

Raison = "Right" in French.

Also, the Xbox controller says "32'."

(1) I forgot to add this, (maybe) but they were worried about the black plague even then.

APHAPHAPH

England had to stay inside of the captain's cabin for the entire day. He was waiting on Hizir, and maybe Iceland as well. He jumped and sat up when he heard the door opening. Leo slipped into the room with a plate of food and a glass filled with water. He shut the door behind him with his foot.

"Captain said he want me to teach you more Turkish." He sat down on the bed with England, then he set the tray down on the floor. "And um... He told me that white hair man sick."

England sighed frustratingly and lie down on the bed. "That's bloody wonderful!"

"He been moved. Just a closet, but he eat everyday, at least. Bucket for bathroom, maybe." He picked up the glass of water. "No eat until learn..."

"Water." England said all of a sudden. "The glass is filled with water."

"Wah-ter..." Leo repeated to himself. "Water is su."

"Su..." England repeated. Leo smiled and handed the water to England.

Then, Leo pointed to a half of an apple. "Elma."

England picked up the half of apple. "Elma is apple." He said, before removing the silk hankercheif that was blocking his mouth so he could take a bite out of the apple. He pointed to the small loaf of bread on the plate. "Bread."

Leo smiled. "Ekmek. Also, "black sick" is "veba."

England looked up at the other man and blinked a few times. "I didn't know how else to say... I mean, in english, it's "the plague," or "the black death..."

"I know. "Veba" is "plague." Leo sat there, watching England eat. England could feel his gaze on him.

"Um... Why are you watching me..?"

"You will see." He smirked.

"Are ya' okay?" Turkey asked the French man who is walking next to him. "Ya've been a bit... Clingy, lately. Not that I mind or anything! I just want ta' make sure that yer okay..."

"Yeah... I've just been... I dunno." France shrugged. "You were talking about having Romano last night, weren't you?"

Turkey sighed and wrapped his arm around France's shoulders. "Evet, but it was consensual, even after I told'im why..."

"Why?" France repeated.

"Yeah... I felt as though Spain's punishmen' wasn' enough, so I made 'im listen to me takin' Romano, who eventually forgot Spain was even there but... I kinda feel bad, now." France clenched his hands into fists. "I'm lookin' fer Ireland righ' now, actually..."

"Why?" France asked angrily before he could stop himself.

"That's none of yer concern."

'You don't know that...' France thought to himself, angrily.

"I can put ya' ta' work, if yer bored or somethin'."

"Actually, that's been bothering me for awhile. Why do you pay to have people clean your house and such when you have... People who can do it for free..."

"I like havin' people around who speaks my native language. Also, ya' neva' know what a slave migh' do. Sure, I can always punish'im, but that's not gonna fix say... An expensive vase. If a paid human breaks somethin' that expensive, then they'll jus' work fer free ta' pay it off."

"I see... So then... Why are you bringing up different nations from prison one at a time?"

"That's a good question."

'It is?' France asked himself in confusion, wondering how it was a "good question" exactly.

"Ya' see, originally, I wasn' gonna have any slaves, but then I saw ya', and wanted ya' fer myself. Scotland became crazy with withdrawel. Then I felt that ya' needed some compainion or something, fer some reason... I can't remember why, though... Anyway. Romano asked fer Spain, England offered me a deal, an' 'cause he was with Ireland at the time, I promised him that I'd let'im out as soon as Scotland was feelin' betta'."

France had a hard time catching all of what he said. "...Wow."

"I think I'm gonna have Portagul up 'ere soon. I mean, why not?"

"Besides the lack of beds? Anyway, do you remember why you were walking around everywhere?"

"Um... I was lookin' fer Ireland, but since ya' reminded me..." He started looking around for a human. "Excuse me, miss." France stared up at Turkey when he heard the older man speak in Turkish. The female servant turned around to look at them.

"Yes, sir?" She asked.

"I'll need a lot more beds. Send out an order for... Three queen-size beds."

The lady nodded politely. "Right away, sir."

"Thank you. Oh, and if you see the boy with freckles and orange-red hair from Ireland, tell him that I want to see him and that I'll be waiting, say... Inside the main room, please." The lady nodded again before leaving. "Alrigh'. Come on." Turkey dragged France by the wrist in the room he said that he would be in. He sat down on a long, red chair.

"Why are we in here?" France asked, confused.

"I told her ta' tell Ireland ta' come in here if she sees him. I kind of want ta' talk righ' now, though, with ya'. Come here." Turkey patted his lap as a gesture for France.

France spread his body out on Turkey. He placed his arms around Turkey's neck in a hug. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I dunno..." Turkey paused.

"Um... Why Ireland?" France asked. "I-I mean... Why not any other nation here? Why do you want him right now?"

"'Cause he's new, and he's mine. Why not?"

"Well... Why can't you use him for breeding, like Italy?"

"'Cause he's not... Rare, like Italy. He's a red-headed, freckled-face Irish man. Italy has golden eyes... Why do ya' care? It's not like he's young, like Romano or Italy."

France paused to think. 'Why do I care? I... I don't know why...'

"Well?" France snapped out of his thoughts.

"I... I'm sorry... I don't know how to answer that..." He rubbed his cheek against Turkey's chest. "I think I'm just... Letting life do... Whatever, at this point..." Turkey didn't know what to say to that. "I'm your slave. I don't need to make my own decisions any more... I'm glad... But I don't want anyone else sharing you..."

Turkey stared down at France, surprised. "Yer jealous?"

"What?" France looked up at Turkey. "I don't want anyone else involved. I don't want anyone else hurt." He buried his face in Turkey's clothed chest. "I don't want to share you. I want you, all to myself..."

Leo took some of England's shirt in two fingers, lifting it off of his skin. "Gömlek."

"Gömlek..." England repeated. "Gömlek is shirt."

Leo smiled. "Very good~!"

"Wait, did you already know that?" Leo nodded.

"Yes I did." He twirled England's blond hair in two of his fingers. "Saç."

"Sas?" England raised a brow. "Sas is... Hair?"

"No "sas." "Saç..." But yes. Saç is hair."(1) He unbuttoned and pulled down England's borrowed pants.

"Wh-What are you doing?" England panicked.

Leo held up his pants. "Pantolon."

"Was it really necessary to remove-"

"Say it. "Pantolon."

"P-Pantolon... Are pants... What about the plague..?"

"Plague not sex disease." Leo removed his own pants and underwear. He held up his own underwear. "İç çamaşırı." He had to use his own underwear, because England wasn't given any, for health reasons.

"U-Um... İç çamaşırı... Are under-garments, right..?"

Leo looked down at him, confused. "Underwear..."

"Th-That's the same thing... Underwear and under-garments are the same..."

"Oh." Leo tossed his underpants somewhere on the floor. "Did not know."

"Is the captain even okay with this..?"

"He said teach, so I teach." Leo removed his makeshift mask to kiss England on the neck. "Boyun."

"Sh-Should you have your mask off? I'll scream for someone..."

"You have mask on. You had off when eat, and I watched with mask on..." He nipped England's neck. "What boyun?"

"Boyun... Is neck... Right?"

Leo smirked and nodded. He took England's left nipple in between his fingers and leaned down to lick the right. "Nipel."

"Th-That's the same... Nipel is nipple..." He suddenly came up with an idea to trick Leo. "Since we're on the subject... What's um..." England's face turned a slight pink shade. "What would... "Please, more, captain," be?"

Leo chuckled. "You want please captain? That be... Wait a minute. You want know "captain" only, yes?"

England stared up at Leo in surprise. 'Bloody Hell! I was hoping that he wouldn't catch it so quickly!' Leo leaned over to remove England's makeshift mask, making him jump and scoot away. "No! What about the plague? Veba? Don't do that!"(2)

"I no sick. You no sick, as well."

"You don't know that! Veba!" He started screaming, hoping to catch at least someone's attention.

Leo's eyes widen. "Calm down! Will not do that! Mouth is agzi- say it."

England tried calming down, for his own sake. "A-Agzi... Agzi is mouth..."

Leo placed his hands on England's legs, stroking his hands up and down them. "Ayakli."

"A-Ayakli... Ayakli are legs..."

Leo smiled and leaned down in between England's legs. "...Penis." He breathed out, taking England's vital regions into his mouth.

England arched his back and let out a moan. "No- wait! What about... You shouldn't... Veba! Veba, veba, veba!" He started screaming again.

Leo stopped for a moment. "You no get sick from this."

"I don't want to take any chances! Veba!" Tears started to well up in England's eyes.

"Stop saying "veb-!"

"What is going on in here?" Leo was interrupted by the captain himself. "What are you doing to the English whore?"

Leo jumped and stood up. "C-C-Captain Hizir! I was just te-teaching him some Turkish, like you asked! I was teaching him anatomy, s-sir..."

"Than why are you naked from the waist down?" Hizir asked, looking around to see the clothing on the floor. "More importantly, why is he screaming "plague?"

"W-Well, first of all... I was teaching him what various clothing are... But he didn't have underwear. I was trying to reward him with oral sex, but he got paranoid and-"

"Enough." Leo shut his mouth right away. "I never said that you could. I only wanted you to teach him Turkish. I do not want sloppy seconds."

Leo looked down on the ground. "Y-Yes sir... I'm sorry, sir..."

"You are lucky that you're so important to us. You cook to feed us every day, and you're the only one on this ship who does that, so far. So, as punishment, you will not be allowed to see this man alone anymore. You will always be accompanied by someone. Someone who will know that I will kill him if he touches the English slave. Understand?"

"Y-Y-Yes, sir... Thank you, sir..."

"Good. Now get out." Leo slipped his mask back on, gathered his clothes, and walked out of the cabin. "Now, as for you..." He looked up to see England, staring at him with teary, but relieved-looking eyes. "He taught you "veba?"

England nodded. "Y-Yes..."

"Good. You used it as you should have. I think I should reward you." Hizir pulled down his pants.

"What? What are..." England jumped off of the bed. "How is that... Um... That is the same, what Leo..."

"No. I'm not going to remove my mask. He did. Do you know "mask?" England nodded. "Good. Leo made you hard, so I will finish for you. In exchange, I'm going to fuck you." Hizir pushed England back on the bed and crawled over his body. He ran his fingers down England's face, who winced and shivered under his touch.

"Your hand is cold..." Hizir chuckled lightly and trailed his fingers down England's chest. He took a nipple in between two fingers, pinching and tweaking it. England moaned softly and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Don't even try. I thought you were more broken than this."

"Sorry. It, instinct. Cold finger touch me..."

"Your innocent face is really cute." His hand snaked downwards, but England snatched it again. He sat up to get a better grip at the blanket under him and wrap said blanket around Hizir's hands and rubbed them together to create friction.

"...Since I can't breath on them, I have to do this instead." He stopped and placed the hand back on his chest. "That's better, at least..." Hizir took control of his hand again and brought it in between England's legs. He wrapped his hand around England's vitals. Engalnd moaned quietly and shut his eyes tightly together.

"It's still wet from Leo's previous actions with it." Hizir noticed, chuckling.

"Is that... Um... The plague... And his mouth made my um..."

"You are a bit paranoid..." Hizir pulled away still. "But, I guess it's for the best of both of us... Well, of everyone, actually." He flipped England onto his stomach. "At least he undressed your lower half for me." He positioned himself against England, before moving his hips forward...

"Y... Ya' know that I haff' more than one slave, so I can't focus on ya' all the time..." France's grip on Turkey tightend.

"I don't want anyone else to get hurt... But most of all, I want to be constantly distracted... I don't want time to myself, unless I'm cooking, or... Something. I don't want so many choices, and... I don't want to make my own decisions any more. I need constant distractions from life. I don't want to think about the past. I... I don't want to think about the happy times that I'll never have again..."

"I was told to come in here?" Both Turkey and France looked towards the voice. Ireland was standing at the doorway.

"Yeah..." Turkey shifted so he was holding France with one arm. "Come 'ere." He reached over with his free arm as a signal for Ireland to crawl in it. "I jus' want ta' get ta' know ya', by talkin' ta' ya'." Ireland smiled and walked over to the two other men.

APHAPHAPH

Y!Gallery's not working! T-T

And neither is the Internet on my Xbox 360... I wouldn't mind if it would just stay connected throughout the damn update!

And I'm sick of it freezing on Sims! It doesn't do that for any other game in the world, even online! It doesn't even freeze online on Assassin's Creed, but when I play the Sims offline, it freezes all the damn time! And I got the game new!

Now that I'm done with that little rant...

(1) A "c" with a tail makes this "s" sound.

(2) They used to think that the plague was airborne, as in, you can breath in the sickness, or something... They thought.