This chapter contains some bloody, gore-riffic details of a man chopping off a hand... Yay? You have been warned.
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!
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"Arthur? What are you doing up there?" Portugal asked, staring at England, who was up on a tree.
"I love being up here at night. The sight is beautiful! Come on up and see!" England reached out a hand for the other man to use to help him up.
It took awhile for Portugal to get comfortable. It was painful to sit on his ass at the moment. His pain was slightly forgotten when he saw what England was talking about. The ocean at night made it look like there were two moons, instead of one. "Holy..."
"I know..." England sighed in content. "...I'm waiting for a ship to come. I'm acting like I'm broken in front of Sadiq for that reason."
Portugal stared at the moons for a second while thinking about what England just said. "...I'm sorry, but, for what reason?"
"I'm going to sneak on the next ship that comes along. I want you to join me, if you'd like." Portugal nodded.
"Is this why you've been spending your mornings and half-way into the afternoon asleep?"
"Yes... I want out, and I am going to get out..." They both heard someone yell, and they both tried turning their head in that direction.
"What was that?" Portugal asked.
"Well, whatever that was, I don't want it to distract me from my goal..." England turned back to look at the sea, ignoring the blood-curdling yelling.
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France was going into the kitchen for something to drink, when he was pushed against the wall. His arms were being held there by a pair of stronger hands.
"I can't find the Italian, but you're still very pretty... Prettier than the Italian, maybe, but not as adorable." The guard took both wrists in one hand.
"Sto-" His mouth was covered with the man's free hand.
"I haven't gotten any in a while now... Do you even understand me? Probably not. Nod if you do." France didn't do anything besides stare at the wall with wide, fear-filled eyes.
Romano, who heard the short screaming, went to look for the source of the noise. He found France struggling against another man- a man who wasn't Turkey. He wasn't sure what to do, or how to help him by himself, so he ran off.
The man moved a hand up under France's robe to grope him. "Perfect..." He whispered in France's ear, even though he knew that the French man couldn't understand. France whimpered in fear.
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"Sadiq!" Romano ran around looking for the Turkish man. When he didn't see him in the main room, he tried the bedroom. Turkey placed his book down and looked over at him.
"What's the matta'?"
"I think Francis is being molested by one of your people! I-Is that... Allowed?"
"What the Hell..." Turkey growled and stood up. "Where is he?" Romano took his hand and started running...
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The unknown man had his hand covering France's face to prevent him from breathing. Soon, France's struggling ceased and the man continued. He used his now free hand to pull down France's underwear and poke around with his finger until his found his anus.
"What are you doing?" The man jumped and turned around to see Turkey, with Romano clinging onto his sleeve. France slid down to his knees in both disbelief and relief.
"I-I-I was looking for him..." He pointed to Romano. "Or, no... Not him... His hair is too dark... Anyway, I was wondering if this blond guy could tell me where he was... At least, until I remembered that he doesn't understand any Turkish..."
"Why is Francis' underwear pulled down? Lovino here told me that you were molesting one of my slaves? And one of my favorites, as well."
"I-I didn't know! I was just... Look, my girl left me a few months ago, so I-I couldn't control myself..."
"Shut up. You won't need to worry about "controlling yourself" when your hands are chopped off!"
"You're not... Going to kill me..?" The man almost sighed in relief.
Turkey grabbed the man's wrist and turned to look at Romano. "Lovino, please grab Francis fer me an' wait fer me in my room." Romano nodded and walked over to France.
"Are you okay? You look tired..." Romano said in a whisper, though he wasn't sure why.
France nodded. "He choked me, but I'm fine... Or, I will be..." He pulled his underwear up. Romano helped him up and ran out of the room so Turkey could continue with whatever he was going to do. "Th-Thank you for helping me... But why?"
Romano shrugged. "Probably because it was Italy who broke his mask, not me, but you still kept quiet to protect my little brother."
"Que?"* France looked at Romano, confused. "That was your brother's doing? Damn, he was a strong little Italian..." They both jumped when they heard screaming coming from the kitchen...
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"Now that they're gone..." Turkey dragged the man into the kitchen to grab a knife.
"N-No- Sadiq! You don't understand! I've been having a rough life lately, and-"
"What did I hire you for?" Turkey interrupted the man.
"H... H-Huh?"
"Why did I hire you?"
"Y-You hired me a-as a guard, but-"
"Why were you not doing your job?"
"I-I'm sorry! I've been having a hard time... I've been drinking every night after work, not caring if I die of alcohol poisoning o-or-"
He was interrupted again, but by his own screams of pain when Turkey, without any warning, stabbed his wrist. Blood was staining the counter under it. Turkey sawed his way through the wrist so only half of the wrist was still attached. He hacked away at the other half until the hand was completely dettached from the arm.
Turkey set the knife down, satisfied with his work. "Use your own clothes as a bandage. Get out of here. I don't want to see your face ever again. You'll thank me for being so generous that I only cut off one hand later." The man, who nobody knew the name of, ran off without a word. Turkey sighed and went back into his bedroom.
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Both France and Romano stared at the door in shock. They jumped again the door opened and Turkey walked in.
"S-Sa... Your clothes... They're covered in blood..."
"I know..." He stared removing his robe. His gloves came next. "And I liked those clothes..." He sighed and dug out a clean robe and gloves that were short and white. "Now I have to get them burned..." He turned to look at Romano. "Did'ja know that ev'ryone here has'a ransom?"
Romano stared at him in disbelief. "Wh-What does this have to d-do... D-Do I w-want to know?"
"I'm jus' tryin' ta' tell ya' that a big chunk of it will be taken off, 'cause of what ya' did."
"O-Oh..." Romano sighed.
"Are ya' okay?" Turkey asked, tilting his head a little. Romano nodded, relunctantly. "...The man's still alive, if you're wondering..."
Romano's eyes widen a little. 'Th-That just raises furthur questions!'
"Are ya' okay, Francis? Did he hurt ya'?"
France shook his head. "Non..." He lied. He was afraid of what Turkey would do. Judging on how much blood was spilled on him, he was guessing that Turkey did something that could kill a man by blood loss.
Turkey yawned. "I'll be righ' back. I'm gonna burn these clothes, clean up, an' get ta' bed..."
"Sh-Should you be touching other people's blood..?" Romano asked.
"I'll jus' burn these gloves as well. That's why I'm wearin' them at the moment. Besides, it's better if a nation gets the plague, than a human." Turkey left the room before getting an answer to that.
Romano was having trouble keeping himself awake. France saw this. "Why don't you go to sleep?"
Romano shrugged. "I want to find Spain first, I think... I mean, I don't exactly want to sleep with two other people tonight. Turkey is really warm, even at night... Like a bunch of blankets hugging you, or something..."
"Yeah, I know... I feel bad. You just saved me, even after I attacked ya'."
Romano twitched, but then sighed. "...You just said "ya'."
"I did..? I did! Tur-"
"Sadiq." Romano quickly corrected.
"Sadiq, his accent and how his words are usually formed are havin' an effect on me!"
"Did you just say "havin'" instead of "ing?"
"That... I thought you were tired!" France's voice got higher pitched when he said that.
Romano layed back. "I am..."
They sat there in silence until Turkey returned. Romano stood up and started leaving the room.
"Where are ya' goin'?" Turkey asked.
"I'm gonna look for Spain. It's too hot to be in the same bed with two other people. Plus, I don't have to worry about waking anybody up if I move at night to go to the bathroom or something."
"Alright then..? G'nigh', Lovino."
"'Night..." Romano shut the door behind him.
"Now then..." He yawned. "Sha'll we be gettin' ta' sleep as well?" France nodded and got on the bed, waiting for Turkey's arm to wrap around his body.
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Portugal was half-asleep when England started pushing him. "Huh? What is it?"
"Look!" England pointed at the ocean with glee. "Do you see that small, black dot? It's been getting bigger! I waited, just to make sure!"
"So..." Portugal stared at the black dot for a while. "...You think that's a ship?"
"What else could it be?"
"So then... Are we going?"
"Um..." England shook his head. "No. Not yet, anyway. Let's wait until it's closer, and then I'll do some things before we leave..."
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MSI WAS FUCKING AWESOME!
I GOT TO TOUCH BOTH JIMMY AND STEVE, AND JIMMY CALLED ME PRETTY!
He was telling us what we have to do as far as plastic surgery goes, and he said that I'm pretty, but then he got to my boyfriend- "And you! You look like an animal!"
Of course they already played "Animal" before this happened, so... Also, Steve crawled in front of us, I got to touch his bass.
And, for those who are fans of Pokemon... Or not- Jimmy lip-synced the Team Rocket motto, while rubbing the groin area of his pants with the "Meowth, that's right."
Now I have to get back into Pokemon...
Oh, and he was wearing a pink shirt, and panty-hoes... On his arms.
"Instead of cheering, make fart noises!" ...
"These people are just saying "fart."~ Yep... Jimmy actually said this at the concert last night...
And Steve Righ? stuck money up his nose... And a cigarette... DON'T DO THIS! Seriously! Don't!