WARNING: a bit Non-con. You've been warned. Also, don't own.
With a soft groan, Turkey put his hand to his head, moving to sit up against the stone wall of the room he was in. He blinked his eyes a few times, slowly adjusting to the light. The room he was in was solid stone, a thick-looking metal door in the middle of one of the walls. A small lamp was on the small wooden table next to the door, it's light barely lighting up the whole room. Opposite the door was an old looking bed, it's legs a little crooked, but the linins on it looking fresh and clean. Sadiq turned his eyes to the wall opposite and almost jumped. He wasn't alone in the room.
Laying prone across from his was what looked like a very tall blond man. The man was on his side, his face leaning against the wall. Sadiq sighed and crawled over toe the man, rolling him over onto his back. He scrunched up his nose, trying to remember who this man was. Turkey knew the man was a fellow country, and remembered well which one. "Sweden?" he whispered to the prone man. A flash of light caught his eye, and he noticed a pair of glasses against the wall. He reached over and picked them up, looking at them with curiosity.
The man beneath his grunted softly, and Sadiq looked down in shock, glad his mask was still on to conceal the look on his face. "Wh't H'pp'n'd?" the blond man grunted, patting the ground around him. Having a feeling that it was the glasses the man was looking for, Turkey placed them into the man's hand, who in turn grunted a thanks. "Not sure what happened, eski dost, but we aren't at the meeting anymore."
Sweden slipped his glasses on and blinked once, rubbing the side of his head. "We St'ck?" he mumbled, reaching for the wall to stand up. "I think so." Turkey replied. "I haven't checked the door yet, though." Sweden snorted softly and moved to the door, giving it a few pushes and pulls. "L'ck'd in." he sighed. "Knulla." Turkey shook his head, not understanding what Sweden had said in his native tongue, but getting from the tone that it wasn't good.
Sweden turned on heel and walked to the ratty bed, sitting on the edge of it. He glared at the door, at least Turkey thought he did. Sweden's glare and his normal expression were quite similar. "I haven't seen you since that kötü kaderde meeting, you know." Turkey started, flinching slightly as Sweden's stare caught him full on. "Your bosses truly wounded mine, with that vote." Sweden snorted again. "I 'gree w'th th'm."
It was Turkey's turn to glare at the blond man, a fire lighting in his eyes. "You could have convinced them otherwise!" he shouted. "Hakaret yılan!" Sweden glared back. "Sh'l'd'n't h'v d'n it th'n. Mördare." Turkey roared and ran at the seated man, fist raised. Sweden stood up quickly, moving to dodge Turkey's fist. The two circled around each other, muttering curses in their own languages. Sweden felt at his side for his sword, finding nothing, but noticing Turkey doing the same and also finding no weapon. The two stared at each other for but a moment before charging at each other, angry snarls on their faces.
Turkey, having more bulk on his frame, shoved Sweden backwards, until the taller man's back was against the steel of the door. One hand on Berwald's neck, the other gripping the man's hands tightly, Sadiq grinned. "When I was the Ottoman Empire, I had to deal with rebellions all the time….Egypt….Greece….and yes, that pesky Armenia. " he spat, his own eyes locked onto Sweden's blues, noting the slight haze in them. He's still feeling the effects of whatever knocked us out. Sadiq thought. "And oh, how I had to punish them." Turkey let go of Sweden's hands, moving to remove his scarf. He let go of Berwald's neck and grabbed his scrabbling hands, tying them tightly with his scarf. With a wolfish snarl, he leaned in to Sweden's ear. "Perhaps I should show you the Ottoman way of punishing, hmm?"
Turkey yanked Sweden across the room, throwing him to the bed. Slipping his belt from it's loops, he grabbed the Swede's waist, yanking him onto his stomach. Leaning over him, Turkey looped his belt around the scarf restraining Sweden's hands, slipping it through the bars of the bed's headboard and tightening it. He stood there, watching Berwald squirm, a look of delight on his face, almost feeling bad that Sweden couldn't see the triumph on his face through his mask.
Laughing lightly, Turkey started to undress the restrained man, slipping his coat and shirt up as much as he could, the fabric covering Sweden's arms completely. Turkey lightly ran his fingertips down the Swede's spine, admiring the soft feel of the milky skin, grinning as Sweden shivered slightly. "Sensitive, huh?" Turkey asked, laughing louder as Berwald turned his head to snarl at the older man. "Rövhål!" he muttered in his normal grunting speech. Turkey just laughed more, moving to remove Sweden's pants and boots.
Once the man on the bed was as naked as Turkey could get him, he stood back and let his eyes rove over the pale squirming body. Grinning even wider, he began to remove his own clothing, tossing them carelessly off to the side. "I had to punish them so often," he said, sliding his pants off, " I began to think they enjoyed being punished." Turkey let out a breath as he released his manhood, already half hard just thinking of how he had to deal with Egypt and Greece's rebellions. "Perhaps, you share much in common with them?" Sadiq said, moving over to the bed.
A pale blush crossed Sweden's cheeks as Turkey eyes his naked form up and down. I don't like feeling like…meat. he thought, the thought leaving his head as soon as he felt his legs being roughly pulled apart. Turkey's hand ran lightly over Sweden's ass, giving it a few light smacks. "Such pale skin." Sadiq commented, running a finger right over Sweden's crack, eliciting more squirming from the man. After admiring the pale swells for a few more moments Sadiq leaned down, running his tongue over where his finger had just run, earning a shocked gasp from the Swede.
"You like that, yes?" Turkey hissed, pushing his tongue in a bit, tasting the musky skin of the Swede's nether regions. Sweden bit his lip, trying hard not to moan at the feeling, not wanting to give Turkey the satisfaction. Turkey hummed softly as his tongue circled Sweden's puckered entrance, lavishing the hole with soft flicks. Sweden squirmed a bit, biting his lip harder, a small dribble of blood running down his chin. Turkey reached under the pale man, running a finger down Sweden's length, noting that the man was already hard. Chuckling softly he lapped at Sweden's entrance once more before pushing his tongue inside.
Sweden gasped, shutting his eyes and finally letting a moan escape. Turkey's tongue went deeper in, swirling around inside him. Sweden moaned louder and louder. Sadiq pulled back, amused as Sweden whimpered as he did so. "Found something you like, hmm?" Turkey said, landing a few more smacks on Sweden's bottom, stroking his own length as well. "I'm assuming you never let that little 'wife' of yours göt sikme?"
"N'n 'f y'r b's'n'ss" Sweden growled. "Ooh, touchy subject, eh? I'll make you forget about your little fahişe". Sweden turned his head to yell at the older man, only to shut his eyes and cry out as Turkey entered him quickly and forcefully. Tears leaked from the corners of Sweden's eyes, then pain immense. "Perhaps, eski dost, if your government hadn't done what they did, I would have made this easier on you." Turkey hissed into Sweden's ear as he stated to thrust in and out of the restrained man.
Sweden cried out at every thrust, feeling himself tear inside, feeling the blood dripping slowly down his thighs. Turkey just laughed, fucking the younger man harder, toughing in a few more slaps to the man's ass. Turkey was enjoying the rosy color they were starting to get. Turkey thrust deeper into Sweden, positively giddy when his prey's cried turned to a loud moan. "Right there, huh?" Turkey asked, moving to his Sweden's spot again and again. Sweden's pale skin became flushed as his moans became louder still. So quiet except in bed. Turkey thought, moving faster as he felt his on climax rapidly approaching.
Sweden whimpered softly, embarrassed that Turkey's 'Punishment' was going to push him over the edge. Turkey could feel Sweden's muscles fluttering, and reached around to stroke the quivering man's length. "I'm not completely cold-hearted, İsveç." He muttered, stroking Sweden faster and faster. Sweden shut his eyes tight and arched his back as he came hard over Turkey's hand. Feeling Sweden tense and tighten up around his own length pushed him over the edge, filling Berwald with his seed. Sweden whimpered, the feeling of Turkey's cum inside him thoroughly unpleasant.
Turkey pulled out and released his grip on Sweden's hips, letting the taller man fall to the bed. He grinned at the bruises blossoming over the pale skin where his grip had tightened. He wiped his length off on the edge of the sheets toward Sweden's feet, before pulling the sheet over the pale man before moving the put his clothes back on. When he moved back, he saw the Swede had fallen asleep. Turkey chuckled and untied Sweden's wrists, before slipping into the bed next to him, never noticing the cameras in the corners of the room, by the ceiling, or seeing the lights on them go out one by one.
Hungary , in what looked like a control room, had a flush on her cheeks. She removed her hand from under her skirt and slipped her headphones off. She grabbed the handkerchief she had left on the control panel and wiped her hand off before flicking a few switches and buttons on the panel. A dvd popped out of a slot, and she slipped it into a case marked "TurSwe". The screens in front of her changed, no longer showing Turkey and Sweden laying together, instead showing an angry blonde man and even angrier brunette. She smiled wickedly and slid her headphones back on, slipping a blank dvd into the machine.
A/N : Sweden and Turkey were actually quite close, Sweden being one of the major countries to push for Turkey to become a full member of the EU. Their relationship soured a bit after Sweden's government voted to acknowledge the Armenian Genocide. So that's what they're fighting over. I'm assuming Armenia had a Nation Person for that. I'm assuming Turkey is older then Sweden in this.
I'm not used to writing smut, so if this really sucks, I'm sorry. I hope it'll get better with the many chapters I plan for this. (I have Germany/Romano, Prussia/Greece, Austria/England, and /America planned, I'm open to suggestions for other pairings!)
Oh, and Sweden's speech patterns really screwed with my spell check -_-
Translations (google translate, so if they're wrong, sorry!):
Eski dost (Turkish) : Old Friend
Knulla (Swedish) : Fuck.
kötü kaderde (Turkish) : ill fated
Hakaret yılan (Turkish) : Insulting snake.
Mördare (Swedish) : Murderer
Rövhål (Swedish) : Asshole
göt sikme (Turkish): fuck your ass
Fahişe (Turkish) : whore
İsveç (Turkish) : Sweden