Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
APHAPHAPH Romano sat in between Turkey's legs on a pile of cushions. "So, I'm jus' gonna assume that Lars is also off limits?" Turkey asked him.
"Sexually, yes." Romano answered almost bluntly.
"Yer askin' fer a lot..." Turkey said in between his teeth.
"It just gets me a better chance of sex with you. Besides, I thought you were banning sex due to the plague... How is he?"
Turkey shrugged. "Lars? I dunno. We'll find out soon, though. Doctor Koray should be here with'im soon. Nobody up'ere has the plague, so I should be okay... But Lars is off limits... That's too bad..."
Romano looked up at him. "What? Why is that too bad?"
"I feel like takin' somebody, but somebody new, like Lars. I don' wanna fuck fer a fuck. I wanna fuck fer the dominance... Maybe I'll take Javier."
Romano paused for a second to think. "...Who is "Javier?"
"Javier is the Porta'guese man."
"Oh... So, do you want me to get off of you, then?"
"That would be nice. Jus' tell Koray that I'm busy with somethin', and jus' go ahead and examine Emil- the Icelandic boy."
Romano nodded and crawled off of Turkey's lap. "Don't tell Javier that I know what you're going to be doing."
"Of course. I haff' no reason to tell'im."
Romano stood up. "Thanks... I guess..." He blushed lightly.
"Wait a second..." Romano looked back at him. "'Haps I should use this opp'rtunity ta' gather 'round all of my slaves, ta' see if they're all here... Besides Lars, of course."
Romano turned around completely so his neck wasn't turning. "So... What should I do?"
"Jus' wait in 'ere, 'kay?" Romano sighed and sat back down. "G'boy..."
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"I haff' too many slaves..." Turkey grumbled to himself while counting everyone in the room. "Lovino, did Lars come home yet?"
"Not that I know of, but again, you ordered me to stay put, so I couldn't check. Wouldn't one of the paid servants bring them in, anyway?"
Turkey chuckled, to his surprise. "They would, wouldn' they?"
"Well, aren't they paid to do things like that?"
"Yer righ' again, though I'm thinkin' 'bout firin' them all so we have less of a chance of catchin' anythin'. Javier."
Portugal snapped out of his day dreaming and looked up at him. "Huh?"
"Follow me."
Portugal raised an eye-brow. "Why..?"
"I jus' want ta' see ya'."
"W-Wait a second..." France spoke up."
Turkey glared at him. "Quiet, Francis. Javier..." He trailed off as a warning.
"What is going on? I'm not going anywhere without an explanation!"
"I'll explain if ya'll come with me already."
"I'm not-"
One of the servants came into the room, interrupting Portugal. "Excuse me. I'm sorry for cutting in like this, but doctor Koray and that new slave of yours is here, sir."
Turkey turned to the human servant. "Thank you. You are dimissed for the rest of the day."
The servant bowed. "Thank you very much, sir! You are so kind!" She left the room with a wide smile.
Turkey turned to Portugal. "Somethin' came up. W'er gonna haff' ta' get ta' know each otha' later on t'night." Portugal glared at him, to hide the fear growing in his chest.
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Iceland was moved earlier that day. He was much more comfortable in a bed, wrapped in the thick blankets, and head being cushioned by many pillows. He was only in this room for more than an hour, but he loves it. It was definately an upgrade from the cell he was put into.
"Hello, Emil." Iceland jumped at the voice and turned towards the exit where Koray stood, chuckling. "I'm sorry for scaring you like that. How are you doing? Any better?"
"Barely..." He muttered. "I'm not as cold, anymore. I have a bathroom now, so it doesn't have to smell in here. I have my own water, and some food. Plus, this bed is much better than the cold, hard floor of the cell. Though I do wish that the floors in here weren't tiles."
"I think they're tiles because it's easier to clean stuff off of them. Do you want me to make steam with the coal and water?"
Iceland nodded. "Yes, please..."
Koray took a ladel filled with water before dumping it on the hot coals. "I'll let the steam through the little sliding door." He placed some medicine on a tray that was waiting in front of the little door for it. He slid the door open and pushed the tray inside of the room with his cane. "Close it again when it warms up in there. I'm going to have to leave, now, before I melt." He said, jokingly.
"Thank you." Iceland quickly said before the plague doctor left. He downed the medicine in one go. He pushed the tray back outside of the little isolated room for his medicine tomorrow.
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England yawned. "Are you okay?" Portugal asked.
England looked at Portugal. "...Huh?"
"You look tired. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah..." England closed his eyes. "I'm feeling okay." He opened them when he felt Portugal's hand on his forehead.
"You do feel okay. I think you just need to get some sleep, but I'm no doctor."
"I know I do..." He muttered before looking into Portugal's eyes. "What about Sadiq?"
Portugal's eyes widen and he looked away. "I... Don't worry about me. Just, get some sleep, please. You're making me worried about you."
"You're worried about me? I'm worried about you!"
"You're making me worry and stressed, knowing that you are not taking care of yourself! Sadiq, for some reason, is giving us the freedom to sleep, so please... Sleep, if only to make me feel better?"
England stared at Portugal for a second before sighing, giving up. "Fine. If it makes you feel better."
Portugal smiled under his mask. "Thank you. I would hug you, but..."
"Yeah... I know..." Portugal walked away so England could rest. He knew that Spain normally hung out outside, but he wasn't exactly on the best terms with him right now. Being best friends with his brother's enemy didn't help their relationship at all.(1)
It didn't matter. He yelped when he was suddenly grabbed around his waist. It was too late to hide, now. "Hiya, Javier~!" Turkey practically sang out. "How are ya doin' ta'day?"
"Let go of me..." He answered in between his gritted teeth.
"I think not..." One of Turkey's gloved hands cup over Portugal's groin over the thin dress-like robe, making Portugal gasp.
"Let go!" He started struggling against Turkey's arms to get away, but Turkey had him in a tight grip.
"No. Ya're my slave fer whateva' I please. Let's continue in the bedroom..."
Portugal's throat felt like it was tightening up. "Get off of me..." He hissed, still fighting. He was panicking more and more by the second.
"I'll be "gettin' off..." Jus' not how you wan' me ta' "get off."
He picked Portugal up from under his arms and dragged the screaming, kicking man to his room. It was the middle of the day, so none of the nations would have a reason to be in there. He dragged the Portuguese man inside and threw him on the bed so he had time to lock the door and hide the key.
"No! Why me? Why not Francis?" Portugal bit his tongue to prevent himself from crying.
"Why does everybody mention Francis when they don' wanna fuck? That makes him very upset, ya' know!"
"Because he does! Or, he at least acts like he does every time he molests my oblivious brother!"
Turkey stared at him for a second while thinking. "...Oh, righ'! Yer brother is Antonio, righ'? Why didn' ya' seem excited at all when ya' saw him?" Portugal looked away. "Oh, I see..." He sat on the bed with the other man, who scooted away from him.
"Go away!" He was dragged back by his ankle.
"I won' do any foreplay..." Turkey loomed over his body. "Except fer preparin' ya' fer me, but I'll leave my gloves on fer that, an' if ya' think 'bout fightin' me along the way, then I'll chain ya' ta' my bed and take ya' dry."
Portugal stared into the eyes of Turkey's mask in disbelief. "N-No!" He attempted to jab his knee in between the older man's legs. He hit, but that only made things a whole lot worse for him.
Turkey grabbed him by his wrists and pinned them down on his sides. "What did I jus' say?" He hissed. Portugal closed his eyes...
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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~!
I'm feeling sick though, to the point where I don't really feel like writing porn today... Sorry.
Just be glad that I AM going to write sex at all in this fic! I was going to stop after Iceland came in with the plague, but then I got this idea...
(1) Portugal and England are "best friends" according to the Hetalia wiki for fan characters. Thank whatever deity you believe in for history, 'else nation OC's would be... Well... Anyway... He's not exactly on good terms with Spain, but he hates France for molesting Spain every chance he gets.
Also, MSI TOMORROW!