if the Turk doesn't care, then he won't bother to tell him where he is. ^^

if he doesn't see the Greek in a while he'll just assume he died and take the others lands as his own. >D

....doubts he will, but texts Turkey with [I'm naked. Are you?]

splutters the coffee he was drinking all over his newspaper before making an attempt to dry his mouth off. [Stop being indecent and put some

clothes on. D<] He texts back.

laughs quietly and stretches himself on his 'bed' as he replies [I would but...you remember all your silk sheets and fluffy satin pillows_

you've kept from your Ottoman days?] Greece knew he wasn't supposed to know about them, but he did. >D

splutters his coffee a second time and is getting odd looks by the regulars sitting around him. He glares at his phone as he wipes the mess

he made again. [How the fuck do you know about those?!?! ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?! DDD<]

laughs louder and pulls a light silk blanket over his frame and takes in the scent of his lover. [Bad language is not very gentleman-like._

And that depends...is that where you keep all your hidden possessions? Curious...]

(( Wait, quick question are we starting from the beginning like what was discussed in the planning plurk? ))

((Ooooh I don't know...It's up to you, I hadn't thought about it before, but it could also be fun starting over? I'll play Greece either_

way, is in playful mood today ))

puts his coffee cup down surprisingly hard as he folds the wet newspaper and places it down on the table. [Breaking into people's houses is

not very gentlemanly either, BRAT. Bl And it's none of your business where I keep my stuff.] If only texts could send tone of voice too.

pouts, but is still enjoying himself. These cushions were so soft - why didn't he appreciate them when he was under Turkey's control?_

[Well, then. I suppose you should be glad you hid them so well. Otherwise...a stray 'cat' might wreck it all. >D ]

snapped his phone shut and pretty much raced out of the coffee shop as he weaved his way through the streets and was at his house in record

time. He threw the door open, slammed it closed and was at his bedroom in even less as he had to control himself from throttling the naked

Greek in his SILK blankets. "You have five seconds to remove yourself from my bed and get out of my house." He growls threateningly.

stretches, waving a cushion above his head and resting it beneath himself. He smiles lazily at the Turk. 'Five seconds isn't enough time to_

do anything.' He states simply and continues to roll around the silk and worm his naked form in further.

fuming as he watched the other ruin his sheets. Usually he would go and rip them away but he was scared he'd ruin the sheets and so stomps

forward glowering at the Greek. "GET. OFF. THEM." He hisses.

pokes his head out from under the sheets. 'But I really don't want to. Besides...' He rolls onto his back, 'You can't make me.'

bites his bottom lip in an irritated and infuriated frown. He was shaking he was so angry. "Are you sure about that?" He growls lowly.

finds it amusing to watch him get so angry. 'Oh yeah. See...I have leverage over you. I have something of yours, and you touching me will_

guarantee that you'll never see what I've taken ever again.'

freezes. "...what do you have?" His eyes narrowed. Allah, he hoped it wasn't his poetry journal....

hums. 'Now me telling you will ruin the game. It's more fun you not knowing.' He sings to himself as he snuggles his face into a big pillow.

runs his hand down his face in frustration. "....what the hell do you want?"

pretends to think about it. 'I don't know, what the hell do I want?' He stands up, wrapping the sheets around him like a toga. 'Some raki_

would be a good start.'

wasn't pleased about this at all but nods stiffly before going to grab two glasses of raki since he would be needing some as well. He comes

back and shoves the second cup at Greece. "You ruin those sheets and you'll regret it."

accepts the glass with a smile. 'You can trust me,' He says in a sweet voice. He sips the drink and then climbs onto Turkey's tidy bed._

'Hmm, comfy..'

leans rigidly against the wall opposite of the bed and downs his glass before pouring himself another one. He really needed to calm down or

someone was going to die.

lies back and makes sure to wriggle into the bed to spread his 'Greekness' into it. He motions for Turkey to come over with his finger._

'Tell me a story, Turkey. A good one.'

, for some reason, can't resist and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "You don't deserve a story."

's feet play around Turkey's spot on the bed. 'I do so deserve a story,' He deliberately pouts like a child. 'And I deserve the best._

Something that involves a Greek and something good happening to him.'

brings the cup back to his lips and drinks more. "Unfortunately, you've come to the wrong place for a story like that. Greeks are usually

the bad guys."

finishes his drink and puts the glass on the bedside table. 'Greeks always have been, and always will be the heroes. Adapt a story to_

suit my story.'

growls but decides it couldn't hurt. "Once upon a time..." He huffs. "in a land not so far away, there was someone who enjoyed conquest,

power and riches. They were viewed poorly by many and some would even say they didn't appreciate life and for the most part that was

true but one day something changed. On one of his conquest he discovered something new...something he had never seen or felt before. This

person wasn't old but neither were they young and had witnessed most of what the world could throw at one person. Yet, this was new...

you know what no. I don't have to tell you anything. Get out of my house." He growls as he empties his raki in one last gulp and places the

glass on the bedside table. "I don't have patience for this."

had been listening with his head resting on the bed, but as the story went on he rose up and was leaning in to hear more. He looked_

surprised when Turkey suddenly stopped telling the story and he looked upset. 'What? No! Come on, finish the story, I want to know what_

it was! What was new?' He leans over and grabs the Turk's hand and shakes it.

pulls his hand away from the Greeks grasp. "Will you give me my sheets and that mysterious thing that you have to me?"

frowns, but eventually nods. 'Fine. You tell me the ending, and I'll give you back your things.'

nods. "Because he wanted to keep everything about this feeling to himself. And so, he did take it and stored it somewhere safe where it was

taken care of well....actually extremely well but as the years went on it grew tired of the treatment. There was something missing in its

life that it could not find in the palace and so against the others orders left." He pauses to watch for the Greeks reaction, curious.

looks confused, trying to figure out how to slot the 'Greek Hero' into the story. He wasn't sure how, but oddly enough he wasn't all_

that disappointed. 'But why? Was the owner okay? Why didn't he stop it?'

quirks a brow. "He did try but his anger caused him to strike it and that was when he knew he had lost it forever. Upon realising what he

had done he withdrew into himself and closing himself off from the rest of the world. The lost of the thing killed him. However, it managed

to free itself and return to where it came from finding that thing that was missing. The end."

stares at Turkey, looking sad at the ending. 'He just wanted the special thing to stay, huh?' He said, frowning to himself. 'He must've_

been so... devastated. Did he ever get over it?'

studies him before shaking his head. "No, he never did."

looks down and pulls his legs up to his chest. 'That's terrible...' He thinks it's a good thing it's just a story, but then again Turkey_

never one for telling stories that didn't have some truth or moral attached to it. H sits in silence

He sits in silence, just thinking, and then begins to wonder if the link was about...them? He looks up at Sadik again, looking curious.

quirks a brow at the silence but doesn't say anything for a while. "I finished the story and you owe me my sheets and other mysterious

possession."

looks confused. 'What? O-oh, right.' He numbly sits up and unwraps himself from the sheets and hands them over. He then flops over to the_

side of the bed and reaches under, pulling out his journal. He didn't know what it contained, since he didn't feel brave enough to look.

took the sheets and folded them before looking up to see the journal in the Greeks hand. His heart nearly stopped at the sight as he gaped

at it before grabbing it and quickly tucking it under his arm. "Did you read anything?!"

's eyes widened and he pulls his legs closer to his chest. 'What? No, of course not.' Now he wished he had. 'Why? Is that your diary?_

Am I in it?' He reaches for it.

pulls it away protectively. "No, it's none of your business. Now get out of my house. You got your story, you had your fun, not get out."

now*

why a book was such a big deal, and figures it must hold some intriguing information. But Turkey wasn't looking to give it up anytime soon_

so he sighs and gets off the bed. He begins to walk out the room but stops at the door. 'Turkey...that guy from your story...is he you?'

had been in the process of putting the sheets away when hears Heracles at his door. He stops and remains quiet for several minutes before

saying anything. "What makes you think the guy was me?"

shrugs and rests against the doorframe. 'Someone who enjoyed conquest, power and riches. Someone who had witnessed most of what the world_

could throw at one person. Someone who was able to lose something important and respond in anger. No offence, but that describes_

you pretty well.'

turns around with a quirked brow. "That describes a lot of people very well. That could easily describe France, England, Spain...Russia." He

replies back oddly quiet.

'Very true, but I know you'd have no interest telling me a story about them. You used to tell me stories about yourself all the time. Why_

you've now chosen to refer to yourself, I can only guess.'

crosses his arms the journal still held tightly in his right hand. "Maybe you're thinking to deeply about a simple story. You wanted a

story, I gave you one."

frowns and doesn't say anything as he thinks. He then nods. 'If you say so. I was just going to say, though, that if the character wanted_

to keep any part of the special thing, he shouldn't have tried denying it. Besides, I don't believe anyone can lose anything completely. I_

bet if the character was smarter, he would've known that.'

stares off for a few seconds before his gaze fell back upon the Greek. "I believe it took him a bit of time to realise that, too much

time." He replies. "Although, we shouldn't feel sorry for him at all. He had what was coming as some would say."

isn't so sure. 'I don't know about that. He gave a good home, treated it well...seems like the special thing wasn't all that appreciative._

It probably realised too late, and severed too much trust to feel like it could come back to make amends. Everyone makes mistakes, so_

I bet the real ending to the story is they work everything out and the character can have it's special thing again.' He smiles. 'That's my_

ending, and I prefer it to yours.'

quirks a brow at that. "A happy ending, hmmm. Didn't you Greeks invent Drama and Tragedies?" He places his book on his wardrobe before

stepping closer and leaning close to the door frame so he could gaze into Heracles eyes. "So it seems the moral of the story is that it's

never to late to fix things. Hmmm?"

blushes a little when it is pointed out his ending doesn't fit in with his typical storytelling. 'We also invented comedy, which brings_

happiness. I'm just skipping a step with my ending.' He curiously gazes back and nods slowly. 'It seems so. No matter how badly broken_

something might be.'

seems amused by the blush and in a much better mood than before. "Maybe one day your ending will be true." He mutters as he tucks a strand

of Heracles hair behind his ear.

remains still, finding the gesture to be a lot less strange than he would imagine it being. He then smiles a little and stands tall. _

'It will be. I'll make sure of it. I'm Greek, after all, and Greeks aren't known for leaving situations broken. I can only hope those_

involved want to be fixed.' He 'absent-mindedly' smooths out Turkey's sleeve. 'We'll have to see, won't we?'

nods before heading to his dresser taking out a shirt and pants and tossing it to the Greek. "Put some clothes on before you leave. I'd

rather no one see you naked and leaving my house."

chuckles but complies, pulling the shirt over his head and wrestling the pants on. 'Don't see why not, maybe you're rep will go up.' He_

heads towards the front door. 'Maybe I'll pretend my rear is sore.' He laughs.

rolls his eyes. "That wouldn't be believable in that case because once I'm done with you, you wouldn't be walking." He smirks.

pauses by the front door, smirking. He calls back 'Is that a promise?'

studies him unsure of how to respond to that. "That is a promise."

about it and then nods. 'Good. I'll be sure to see you keep it.' He is amused at the uncertainty in Turkey's eyes.

wasn't sure how likely it would be for them to actually go that for but the thought was oddly pleasing. "We'll see about that. Won't we."

nods. 'We will. We'll have to see about a lot of things.' He smiles slyly and leaves out the front door.

(( I had to refrain from fucking you silly into the bed. xD ))

shakes his head but was curious about the future.

((XD glad Greece had that effect whilst being a bit of a jerk! I had to restrain from positioning in rude and erotic poses in the nude to_

entice you. You just know Greece wanted to come straight back and demand Turkey make good on his promise right now. ;D ))

(( Haha, he probably wouldn't have had second thoughts and taken him over his sofa, by the bed, on the bed and then in the shower. ; ) ))

((hmm, well at least he would've succeeded in preventing Greece from walking for a while! And let's not forget about the kitchen table!))

(( Hahaha, good thing you remembered. And he wouldn't let Greece leave the bed thus preventing him from walking. ; ) ))