[Chapter 1]

"Ughh… What time is it?"

Turkey woke up from his uncomfortable sleep. He looked around, and realized that he was in a bar with 10 empty bottle of rakı on his table. He was kind of startled by this realization, as he looked around, he realized that there was an angry bartender in front of him. He kindly asked Turkey to "get the fuck outta his bar" and wanted him to pay for all the rakıs he ordered. The price was salty, and the night for him was like crap but at least it could have been far worse than that if he spend his weekend at the house, he was free to do whatever he wants…

…At least when Cyprus wasn't around.

Cyprus was Turkey's boyfriend, and why did they started to date it unknown for most of the countries, even to NATO countries. But if there is something certain about this relationship, it's the fact that Turkey never wanted to date Cyprus in the first place.

This relationship was like a prison to him.

Cyprus was a tiny man with hazel eyes and had slightly androgynous features. After he went to home from his work at 7:30 P.M, he would say "Hi darling, I'm home!" Only to find out that Turkey wasn't at home, just like Cyprus expected. He would call Turkey's phone number countless time and would wait for him for hours, or days, even. After Turkey finally gives up and come home, he would scold him for how he wanders at the streets like a stray cat, how he is earning his money while Turkey didn't even had a job, or how much of a selfish and a pesky individual Turkey was. He would be extremely angry at Turkey at these times. After the scolding session, he would sigh, then he would slowly hug Turkey and whispers "Come on darling, I want you inside of me" in a seductive way. But the only thing it does to him is to make him think of Cyprus as nothing more than a parasite in his life. Of course, if Turkey retaliated again, the situation would turn into a heated fight. Cyprus used him as an emotional punching bag, and a sex object. Their one sided and abusive relationship disgusted Turkey. He thought this cycle would continue forever, and let Turkey sink in guilt, shame and self-worthlessness.

Until,

"Ayyyy, Turkey. Whatcha doin' mah bro? It's been a while since we met, right?"

America's cocky and annoying voice from phone made Turkey feel relieved. He had another fight with Cyprus today, and hearing the cheerful and calm voice of someone different made him feel relieved. Yet he couldn't help but wonder what would America want him to do next. Usually, America only talks to him if he's gonna ask another favor from Turkey.

"Hi America. What do you want now?"

His voice came out tired and shaky even, which made America confused. He was used to hear Turkey's miserable and exhausted voice, but this one was new. As if he was going to cry. This made America even more curious, but he couldn't care less about Turkey's feelings. He tried to sound as caring and concerned as possible:

"Uh, Turkey? Is there a problem? You sound like you got hit by a truck after learning about your mothers death."

America's bad joke didn't seem to lighten up Turkey's mood at all. But Turkey replied with a reassuring answer to close the topic as quickly as possible.

"Don't worry America. I'm fine. It's just one of my moody episodes again, haha."

Although Turkey did not mean what did he said as a joke, America could hardly contain himself from laughing. God, how could Turkey sounded so funny even when he felt depressed?

"Uh, ok. So, why did you called me anyway at this hour, America?"

If Turkey didn't asked this question, America would forget why did he actually called Turkey in the first place. A huge grin got it's place on America's face. And he proceeded to ask him the ultimate reason why did he called Turkey:

"I invited some of the NATO countries to a sleepover party at my mansion, then I realized I forgot to invite you. Sooo… Yeah, that's the whole point. Maybe you can come too if you want, but I'm not forcing you, y'know. By the way, we got A LOT of snacks and alcohol. Pretty cool, right?"

A sleepover party at America's mansion? That sounded like a tempting offer. At least he could be far from Cyprus for an entire night and get high with all that alcohol… An opportunity he would never miss.

But wait. He realized something incredibly important: Greece would be here too. Greece. His greatest enemy of all time. The angel that he hurt before. And, TURKEY WAS DATING HIS YOUNGER BROTHER!!! CYPRUS!!! How would he going to look at Greece's face with this truth!? He was going to kill him. Ah, Greece, Turkey's love interest that would never get to know Turkey's true feeling. No. This would be too dangerous. He couldn't confess his love to him. He imagined all the hatred and ridicule he would get from Cyprus, Greece and the others.

He decided to analyse the situation. What did America said? He stated that he invited "some of the" NATO countries to the sleepover. And there were certainly more important countries than Greece. For example: Italy, France, Germany, and Britain… There was a chance that Greece would not come to the sleepover. But there was a chance that Greece would also come. If Turkey has been invited, why not Greece? He decided to try his luck.

America was waiting Turkey in this awkward silence. He asked Turkey if he was still there.

"Uhh, bro? Are ya still there? It's been minutes since you last spoked. Or are you not going to come to the sleepover?"

After gathering all his courage, Turkey took a deep breath and answered America's question:

"Of course, I will come to the sleepover."

America was happy with this answer. He replied with a teasing statement:

"That's great, dude! It seems like our little Turkey finally decided to come out of his shell to interact with the outside world. Hehe."

"Not funny, America."

"Okay, okay, you don't need to get annoyed too easily."

America was delighted. Because it seems like things were going to get spicy at the sleepover.

He didn't told Turkey that Greece was also invited to the sleepover, on purpose.

[Chapter 2]

After an hour long car ride, Turkey finally arrived at America's mansion.

"Wow" he thought. "I knew he was rich, but I didn't expected THIS kind of rich."

As he made his way to the entrance gates, the giant doors open automatically. Turkey, startled by this dramatic opening, slowly took a step inside of the mansion. Inside of the mansion was as huge as the outside. The flamboyantly decorated walls, the oil paints that looked like as if they are a windows to another world… And of course, the annoying mediocre rap music on the background that contrasts the grounded fashion of the houses general decoration. While he was observing the things around him with awe and trying to ignore the rap music, he didn't realized that he was lost. And when he realized it, he was already lost inside of a labyrint of walls with paintings and this horrible rap music in the background.

A familiar and teasing voice reached to his ears.

"It seems we are not the only one who are lost, right?"

Turkey jumped up in fear, his eyes were showing that he was terrified. After registering whose faces he was looking, a mild annoyance and boredom flooded to his stares.

They were Italy and Germany.

Between two, Italy was the one who broke the silence first. His voice was teasing.

"Look, Signor Germania! Riesci a credere ai tuoi occhi? Our little ostrica (oyster) came out of his shell! How surprising!"

Germany also joined this teasing.

"Mein Liebling, stop it. Du machst dieses kleine Dummchen traurig."

Germany's voice came out even more demeaning towards Turkey. If Turkey didn't stop them, they would continue to roast him. Though their teasing eyes were still directly looking at Turkey.

"Ha ha, how funny. How about you guys stop teasing me and try to find the correct room that America mentioned? You two stated that you are also lost, am I right? We must work together to find the correct room."

Despite Germany was being skeptical about the idea, Italy decided to agree. The trio spend minutes trying to find the correct room. After 20 minutes, they found the correct room, only to be greeted by America and Britain playing a "9/11 Simulator" and France lazily laying on a couch, eating cheese puffs. Germany couldn't believe his eyes. He, Germany, was late to an occasion?! WIE WAR DAS ÜBERHAUPT MÖGLICH?!

He silently blamed Turkey for distracting them.

The room was huge, There were two stereo audio system on the walls and the shelves were filled with comic books and adult magazines. Don't forget the long couch that could carry at leats ten people. Though since France was laying on it like a lazy slug, the capacity was shrinked to 5 person. Not so long after, America lost the game to Britain, who was playing as the suicide pilots. He yelled at him.

"BROOO! HOW THE F*CK DID YOU WIN?! Y'KNOW HOW HARDCORE I WAS PLAYING? YOU MUST BE CHEATING FR!!!!"

Then he realized Turkey, Italy and Germany. His annoyed expression left it's place to a sinister grin. He greeted them, and then whispered to Italy and Germany's ears. The same grin also appeared on their face. And all of them were looking at Turkey. Turkey found it odd. What was happening? Why are they grinning? Was there something that he wasn't told about?

America offered Turkey a pizza, which Turkey rejected. And then he heared his phone ringing. It was Cyprus. Right after he closed the phone call, he heard an angelic voice that was lingering in Turkey's misty and hazy memories. but tnis time, this angelic voice was far from being calm or happy.

"Was that Cyprus?"

Italy, Germany, France, Britain and America's face expression screamed only one thing: Shock. And Turkey's face wasn't different either. While the others slowly started to giggling, Turkey slowly turned back in fear. He knew whose voice it belonged, an old friend who he losed due to some past events, a person who saw Turkey as nothing more than a simple enemy, an angel who Turkey will never be able to confess.

His eyes met with Greece's eyes.

Greece was starting to get impatient, he asked again.

"Turkey, was that Cyprus?"

Despite his efforts to hide it, Greece's eye were flaming with visible rage. How could America invite the man who betrayed his feelings? How?

And Turkey was thinking about why didn't America told him that Greece was also invited? Was it because he wanted to see him suffer? Was it because of his sick sense of entertainment?

Little thing they didn't know yet, this bitter meeting was the start of their love adventure.

[Chapter 3]

Turkey has never felt that much tension built up on his chest before, not even in Independence War. Greece's furious gaze and whispers of the other countries were filling the room, all of them directly pointed at Turkey. And even in this chaotic silence, there was this question echoing in Turkey's head, acting as a reminder that Turkey was in a huge trouble:

"Turkey, was that Cyprus?"

He quickly tried to look annoyed, he couldn't let anyone know that he was getting stressed.

Yeah, then what? Is it illegal to date your brother or something? You are just jealous because you don't have a love life!

After Turkey's words, Greece punched his face. And while Turkey was also preparing to throw another punch to Greece's face, America stopped them. He didn't expected his prank to cause a fight between Greece and Turkey. Britain, France, Italy and Germany also intervened the situation.

Oh mio Dio, non potete smetterla con la vostra faida di sangue almeno per un minuto? At least stop it until this sleepover party ends!

Ich stimme mit Italien überein, we all know this fight won't end good.

Britain, donnez-moi l'appareil photo ! Je dois enregistrer le combat entre la Grèce et la Turquie!

But France, I didn't take the camera with me!

America didn't expected his prank to cause a fight, and the situation was getting on his nerves.

STOP IT!!!! I WON'T GONNA LISTEN YOUR SREECHINGS ABOUT THIS SITUATION. AND FRANCE, YOU AIN'T GONNA FILM THEM FIGHTING!!!

A wave of disappointment was visible on France's eyes. He could've recorded an unforgettable stuff if America didn't stopped Turkey and Greece.

5 minutes later, the tension between them was gone, but Greece was still angry at Turkey - and America too - because of his arrival. How could he enjoy a sleepover party when his enemy was around?

Turkey on the other hand, was feeling extremely guilty because he, a mere piece of trash, had the nerve to say something that hurtful to an angel called Greece. It wasn't out of malice, he just wanted to defend himself from the shame he would get from other countries.

After everyone calmed down, America suggested playing Truth or Dare.

"C'mon, It'll be super fun! I even prepared a lot of templates."

Other countries were looking at the templates. World War I Template, Vietnam War Template, 911 Template… All of the were weird and unappealing. But America insisted that they must pick one of the templates. So, they chosed the most normal one out of all the templates. America was disappointed, he spent an entire night preparing them, and they chosed the most boring one.

First, Germany spinned the wheel. And he was going to ask to France.

"Truth or Dare?"

France thought for a bit. If he chose Truth, they would ask the top secret things about French government, but if he choose Dare, they would make him do some crazy shit. After thinking a while, he chosed the best option.

"Dare"

Germany smirked, and his smirk made France worried. What kind of evil plans did Germany had for France? He was usually the disciplined one, and any kind of craziness was unlike him. Germany pulled out a poem book written in German. And he added:

"Read the poem. If you make any pronounciation mistake, you must eat 5 ice cubes."

France hesitated. Because the poem was written in a language he didn't understood, and the punishment was too harsh. He then hesitantly opened the page 40. There was a poem written in medieval German. There was no turn back, so France used his thickest French accent and worst pronounciation to read the poem. His pronounciation was too bad that Germany and others forced him to eat not 5, but 10 ice cubes at the same time. After that, France had to take a throat lozenge for his sore throat.

As the time passes, Turkey became more and more relaxed and the gameplay became more and more fun each time. The tension that suffocated everyone a while ago was nowhere to be seen. In the middle of the game, Finland joined them, and when it was his turn (he chosed "dare"), he had to explain how did he got into NATO (he ditched Russia to buy America an ice cream). After Finland, it was Turkey's turn to answer America.

"Truth or Dare?"

Turkey, dazed by relaxation, answered "Dare". Throughout the whole gameplay, he chosed "Truth" to avoid any kind of stupid challenge (he had to reveal some of the top secret government secrets of him). And now he had finally said "Dare". A mischievous grin covered America's face, as he was prepared to give him a challenge that Turkey wasn't prepared for:

"You have to kiss Greece before this sleepover party ends, or we'll lock you in the same room with Greece for two hour"

Turkey stopped for a second. Him!? Kissing Greece!? After all these events happened between them!? He could sense Greece's blaming gazes wandering on America and him. As the tension built up in his body, all of his senses mixed and stirred with eachother. All he could hear was the muffled and anxious voice of Finland, the hazy silhouette of others panicking, and Greece, standing here without doing anything.

Within a minute, Turkey fell unconscious...