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TurkSwiss: Sweet Delight

When Switzerland saw Turkey making a beeline for him after the meeting, he started to grow wary. Despite the mask, it was clear that the taller man was determined to speak to Switzerland. Of course, there was still the possibility that he might have wanted to speak to someone else, but most of the other nations had already left.

Stupid boss calling him at an inappropriate time.

"Hey Switzy," Turkey greeted, and all hope that Turkey intended to speak to someone else was dashed.

"What is it?" Switzerland asked.

"I was curious about something. I heard from France that you make your own chocolates."

"My country is known for its chocolatiers. Is that what this is about?"

If Turkey wanted to import some Swiss chocolates, Switzerland supposed that he could do that.

"I'm not talking about your country," Turkey said. "I'm talking about you, personally."

"…Oh," Switzerland said. "Stupid frog."

Turkey waved him off.

"So, I saw lokum chocolate," he said. "I suppose you would call it Turkish delight chocolate, and that got me thinking that I'd like to make some home-made version of that myself. Problem is, I suck at making chocolate, and I don't want to use those that you just melt. That's cheating."

"And you want me to help you with them?" Switzerland asked. "Why would I help you?"

"Because I'll give you half the chocolates. Even if you don't like them, I'm sure your sister would like them."

Switzerland frowned. Using Liechtenstein as a bargaining chip was a dirty tactic. But he supposed that she would like something like that…

"Also, I'll pay for all the ingredients," Turkey said.

And it seemed that Turkey knew of a tactic that was even dirtier than using Liechtenstein.

"Fine," Switzerland said. "How does next Saturday sound for you?"

…

"Are you sure you want to do it like this?" Switzerland asked.

"I think it would be easier," Turkey said.

Turkey had suggested cutting the pieces of lokum even smaller and mixing them with the chocolate before pouring them into the moulds. Switzerland had bought a box of the same type of chocolate at the store in order to do some research, and they were essentially dipped in chocolate. Switzerland knew how to do something like that, but he had to admit that he was curious to see how it would turn out the way that Turkey suggested to make them.

"Let's try a small sample first," Switzerland said. "See how it turns out. That way, we don't waste all the chocolate."

Turkey had insisted on making lokum in different flavours, since he complained that most of the lokum chocolates only seemed to use the one flavour. They now had a lot of lokum, and not enough chocolate for all of them. But Turkey insisted that that wouldn't be a problem. They could just eat the remaining lokum as they were.

Switzerland poured some of the chocolate into a smaller container before adding the smaller pieces of lokum to the container, and then he started to pour them into the moulds. Turkey watched carefully, and though Switzerland was uncomfortable with the intense gaze, he was just glad that he wasn't left entirely alone to deal with this.

After the moulds were filled, he placed the tray in the freezer. The rest of the chocolate was kept on a low heat – hot enough to keep it melted but not hot enough to burn it – and Switzerland popped a piece of lokum into his mouth.

"We can check on them in a minute or so," Switzerland said.

"So, you put them in the freezer so they can cool down and harden faster," Turkey said. "Smart. I'm impressed."

"So, why did you decide to make your own chocolates? I mean, you could have bought them at the store or asked someone else to help you."

"Maybe because I wanted to spend some time with you," Turkey said.

Switzerland had been about to pop another piece of lokum in his mouth when Turkey said that. He wanted to dismiss it as a joke, but for some reason, Turkey looked too serious for it to be a joke.

And now there was an awkward silence between them.