Lizzy You're probably the first Dacus fan I've ever met... Ever.

And the game has been out for how long..? O-o

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!

*Headdesk* Some Christian is trying to "enlighten" me, saying that "THERE IS A GOD!"

I don't care if you believe in a God. I don't. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!

Sorry about that, but I needed to complain SOMEWHERE! I feel better now. X3

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England sat up high in a tree, where he could see two moons. One in the sky, and the reflection of that one on the ocean. It was a beautiful sight, but that's not why he was sitting up there this late at night.

By now, everybody in the large almost palace-sized mansion was asleep, excluding some of Greece's cats. It was the perfect time to watch for a ship come over the horizon of the ocean. A ship that he could sneak inside of.

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"I want a comfortable bed in that room. I want him to be as comfortable as possible, of course. I want atleast a small window so I can see him in the room without having to open the door. There should be a slot on the door or something. Preferably something that I can slide over, shove the plate of food in, and slide it back so it's shut... Kinda like a tiny door for food."

"So then..." One of Turkey's men finished writing down what he was just told. "A bed, a window, and something small and yet, big enough to slip plates of food. We already have the bathroom with a toilet, and an area to shower in the corner of the room. We even placed a few bath oils as... A "just because" gift. Do you need anything else for the boy?"

"Um... See if you can get him a variety of thicker clothes. I heard that he's been complaining about being cold."

"We already have extra thick blankets and fairly absorbant bath towls in there, plus, the room gets fairly warm with the small furnace-"

"Wait!" Turkey interrupted. "I never said anything about a furnace! What if he hurts himself?"

"I-I was just getting to that. It's in the corner of the half of the room that he wouldn't be in. Every time you and the doctor would come in, whoever it is would have to heat some coal up again for him. It wouldn't cost anything extra, considering that you didn't request it. I just thought that it would be best for him..."

Turkey smiled behind his mask. "How smart! I'm going to have to pay extra just for them to think of what would be best for my slave."

"That's very generous of... Well, if I were to have finished that sentence, it would be like saying that "you're not usually so generous." Turkey chuckled.

"Why, thank you~! Well, if that's all... Is that all?"

The human man nodded. "Yes. I'll be leaving now." He stood up and started walking towards the door out.

"Thank you~!" Turkey sang out. He sighed happily to himself. He walked into his room to grab the book he's been reading and sat down on his bed. Sometime in the middle of the story he was reading, Romano crawled onto his chest. Turkey looked away at the book to look down at the boy. "Hello, Romano~!" He greeted cheerfully.

"You seem really, really happy today." Romano noticed. "What are you reading?"

"Jus' some stories of a thousand and one nigh's. Righ' now, I'm readin' the story of... I think it translates to- "The Generous Dealing of Yehya Ben Khalid with a Man Who Forged a Letter in His Name."

Romano looked up at Turkey in shock. "Thats... Quite a long title..."

Turkey grunted in agreement and continued reading to himself. "I'll read the next story ta' ya' afta' I finish this one. I'm almost done."

Romano shrugged and rubbed his cheek against Turkey's chest. "'Kay..."

Romano started tracing patterns on Turkey's clothed chest. The shirt would sometimes fold to the shape that his finger was making.

"Havin' fun?"

Romano looked up at Turkey. "Huh?"

"I asked if yer havin' fun tracing shapes on my chest. I'm finished with the story. Next is... Um... "The Khalif el Mamoun and the Strange Doctor..." He stared down at Romano for awhile. "What made ya' so clingly?"

Romano raised an eyebrow. "...Huh? What does that have to do with anything?"

Turkey smiled at the question. "I was jus' wonderin'. Not that I mind, but, I though' that ya' hated me."

Romano shrugged. "You feed me good food. You protect me. You give me a great place to sleep. I barely have to do anything... Y-You... Anyway... After seeing France try to... Um... Anyway, I realized that I should just see the good and compare it to the bad things in the life I had before this, to keep any of my sanity. Other than that, you're just always warm... Actually, aren't you dying in such clothing, with this weather?"

"Actually, it's not that bad. Anyway, I'll start readin' now... I'll try to translate, um... "It is said that there was none..."(1)

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"Hey, Francis..." France turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was Scotland. "Have ya' seen Arthur around lately?"

France shook his head. "Non. I'm sorry, but I have not. Why?"

Scotland shrugged. "I dunno. I'm just kinda looking for him. He's been gone all day, so I'm just curious to what and where the Hell he is."

"Do you want me to let him know that you were looking for him, in case I do see him somewhere?"

"Um..." Scotland looked up at the ceiling to think to himself for a second. "...Nah. I was just wondering."

"Well, since you're here, have you seen Sadiq?"

Scotland nodded. "I think I saw him in his room. I dunno. I only quickly glanced inside. The door was opened."

"Okay. Merci beucoup."* Scotland smiled and nodded. France was more worried about finding Turkey right now.

"...Till he became the highest of them all in rank. And that's the end of that story..." Turkey paused for a second. "Romano?" He looked down at his Italian nation. He had his eyes closed. "Y'know, I'm not gonna read anything ta' ya' if yer gonna sleep."

"Huh?" Romano opened his eyes and looked up at Turkey. "Are you done already? That was a short story."

"It was. The next story's "Ali Shar and Zumurrud..." He hugged Romano. "Are ya' feelin' 'kay? Ya' seem kinda tired."

"Mhmm... It's just really warm in here." He spotted France trying to hide from him behind the door frame. "I'm gonna get something cold to drink. Do you want anything?"

"I dunno... Sure. Jus' get me whateva' yer gettin'." Romano nodded and got off of the bed.

"Anything else?"

"Nah. A drink would be good. Thanks." Romano smiled behind his mask and he walked out the door, completely ignoring France.

"U-Um..." France peaked his head inside of the room.

"France~! Come ova' here. Sit down." Ya'know, I get really nervous when I dunno where yer at."

France walked over to the bed. "Why?"

Turkey marked his place in the book. "'Cause of yer mental illness."

France raised his eyebrows and stepped back a little. "Depression isn't an illness."

"What about ya' attackin' Romano? What was that all 'bout?"

France gritted his teeth together and averted his eyes away. "That was awhile ago... That didn't have anything to do with me being depressed."

"Then what was it?"

France shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know... I guess... I was jealous. I've been trying to win Romano from Spain many times, but then you took all three of us by force in one go."

"So that's why ya' were with Spain and the two Italies brothers on the same ship? Ya' were fightin' fer Romano?"

"Um... No... I was just visiting. Romano's just a little older than Canada and America, and... Do I need to repeat everything?"

Turkey shook his head. "Nah. Come 'ere." He stretched his arm out for France, which he crawled into.

"What are you doing with our nations? At this rate, you're going to have to take care of the entire world."

Turkey chuckled softly. "That's the plan. In just ten or fifteen years, I can guarantee that mos' of the world's population will be in Turkey."

"Is Turkey even big enough for everyone in the world?"

"Well, I would leave Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, and the Baltic nations alone."

"That's still like... Half of the world... Leave Canada alone, please..."

"Well, um... I'll try... Where does "Can'da" live?"

"Um... He lives in Canada... Canada is right above America... Actually, I'd appreciate it if you left him alone as well... Um... I think I told you this before... A few times, maybe."

"Maybe... Is my memory gettin' that bad?"

France sighed. "He wishes..." He muttered to himself.

"Is he as pretty as y-" Turkey was interrupted by someone knocking on the wall by the door frame. "Yes~?"

"One of your ships came. This time they went to Netherlands. Anyway, everyone seems to be healthy." Romano went passed her with two glasses of water. He placed one of them down by the bed.

"Thanks, Lovino." Turkey smiled, though nobody could see it. "This ship came from Netherlands, then?"

"Well, Netherlands, and some from France as well. Not much, but some."

"Alright. Thank you." He placed his book down. "I'm gonna be leavin' soon..." Romano sighed and started walking out of the room, barely caring. "Ships from Netherl'nds came." Romano froze in place. He nearly dropped his glass. "If ya' wanna come with, Francis, an' Lovino..." Turkey turned his head to look at Romano.

"Si!"* Romano answered eagerly. "I-I mean... They got to Netherlands?"

"Yeah. So, was that a "yes?" Romano nodded.

"Yes! I'll come with! Come on!" Romano's eyes were wide and he started panicking.

Turkey chuckled at Romano, not understanding what exactly he was excited over. "Well, Francis? How 'bout ya'?"

"Um..." He started at Romano for a second. "S-Sure... I'll go..."

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(1) The actual first line from the actual story.

And remember! Dangerous bike gang = fifth grade girl. Weapons = Pinecones.