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2PEgyPan: Twisted

Omar sighed as the meeting came to a close. Hearing the other nations arguing all day and seeing them trying to kill each other could be entertaining at times, but if it went on for too long it could get a bit boring. And it was generally accepted that when the subject became boring, someone would instigate a fight. It was fun.

Omar, unfortunately, couldn't participate in the fun. Well, he could occasionally try to kill someone, but verbal attacks weren't possible.

Ibrahim handed Omar's notes back, and the Egyptian nodded to the Libyan. If he was supposed to present at the meeting, then he would usually ask his neighbour to help him.

A hand slammed down on the table next to him, but Omar didn't bat an eye. He knew who it was. This happened too often, after all.

"Hello Egypt," Kyo purred. "Interesting presentation. Are you sure it's yours, or was Libya being nice?"

Omar rolled his eyes, but he stood up and started to make his way out of the meeting room. The Japanese followed after him, and no one moved to stop him. It was common for some of the particularly sadistic nations to become fixated with some of the more docile nations. Omar, being mute, was a regular target for nations. It amused them to see him silently explode.

Omar kept walking, not sparing the Japanese man a second glance. At least, until Kyo grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. Omar glared at him, and Kyo smirked, licking his lips.

"You look beautiful with that glare," Kyo remarked. "Keep glaring."

Kyo reached out to Omar's throat, and the Egyptian's breath hitched when Kyo moved the collar of his robes away, revealing the scars that resulted in the Egyptian's voice being lost.

"It's a shame about what happened," Kyo muttered. "I would have loved to hear your voice. I would have loved to hear the things you would say when trying to kill someone. Or begging for mercy. Or simply just screaming."

Omar arched an eyebrow, and Kyo chuckled.

"I'm sure you've heard that many times," Kyo said. "But the few sounds you can make…"

Kyo leaned forward, lightly nipping one of the scars on the other's neck. Omar's breath hitched, and Kyo moved away.

"That's something that not many have had the privilege of hearing, right?" Kyo asked.

Omar smirked, and Kyo pulled him into a harsh kiss. When they finally pulled away, Kyo was grinning.

"I hope that I'm the only one that gets to hear those sounds," Kyo said.

Omar shrugged, smirking. Kyo shook his head, and the two of them left the building together.

I wanted to show that they had a happy, though twisted relationship, but… I think if I tried to do that, I'll be getting a little too close to M than I'm comfortable with (and as I finished the chapter, Bad Romance starts playing…).