(1916) Sent the orders for the ANZAC troops to be sent to Gallipoli, they needed to secure the sea route to Russia.
William
has
his reservations about this whole campaign. He'd been there for the training and knows it's not enough to get his men through this. England is far more experienced however, and Australia feels for this reason+
he should follow England's lead.
Turkey
is
determined to hold the front lines. He's been through enough battles to know how to hold down a simple sea route. He'd be damned if he was going to let the English and the French win this one.
knows they land in possible the worst place. The cove is a tangle of vegetation, and his men are struggling to even get through it, let alone make it to high ground. This is one of those battles where the_
victory is decided before the real fighting begins - or so he has been led to believe. He tries to keep the mood in the troop light, despite the strong front the Turkish are putting up.
hadn't expected them to land so far up the coast. When his men brought back word of it he quickly sent reinforcements to the area. They needed to gain the high ground if they were going to push the invading
troops back to the shore. His men were confident, they knew the lay of the land already and were sure of every order he passed out to them.
tries his best, but really he and his men are being sent to the slaughter. He leads the assault though, not shying away from the front line as he tries his best with a bad situation. Just, if they could just_
make it to the high ground they had a fighting chance. Or this was atleast what he told his troops to keep them going.
Turkey
is
right up front with his best men, he loved battle and never tired of it, even if his empire was slowly crumbling. He wasn't all that surprised when he realized the men he was fighting were Australian... it was
almost typical of England to send in inexperienced men. Sadiq almost felt guilty for ordering his men to be ruthless, but really he wasn't going to go easy on the young nation.
watches as the men age so quickly before his eyes, becoming able to kill just as ruthlessly as their opposition. Spurred on by their fallen comrades. He is up there with him, his first real experience of war_
shaking him to the core. When he comes across the Turk he hesitates, finger twitching on the trigger. You don't kill fellow nations, right?
paused when he noticed the young one. He shifted and grinned at him, leveling his own gun at the man, finger hovering over the trigger. "You're not doing badly."
William
feels
too big for his boots - no, due to a shortage of his supplies on the allied side he simply is just too big for his boots. 'My men are trying their hardest,' is all he replies, shifting the aim from his head to_
his chest. He still couldn't shoot.
smirked at that, he really couldn't blame the kid. He took aim at his leg and pulled the trigger, if the other couldn't shoot first he would teach him a lesson on that one. "Should never hesitate kid."
shoots out in pain, hand going to his leg as he doubles over in pain. 'Fuck,' he grits out, eyes shut in pain. He wasn't ready for this... none of his men were. They were lambs sent to the slaughter.
hardly had to move to avoid being hit by the clumsy shot. Instead he moved over to him and leaned down, sliding his gun into it's holster on his hip. He didn't really like the things, call him old fashioned.
His men were winning, control over the hill was almost his. He looked down at the kid and sighed a bit. "The pain will pass."
doesn't think so, he can't see it ending soon at least. He glares up at the nation, 'We can't let up... England won't let us...' He moves to stand, ignoring the pain that threatened to cause him to pass out._
didn't enjoy being looked down on.
straightened and raised a brow at that, impressed. He felt his men push harder and soon enough the hill would be his. "Then I'll just have to take you from him, maybe that will serve him right."
glares at the other, eyes flicking to his dropped gun and then up. 'He wouldn't just give me up like that,' he starts, although the words sound like a lie even to him. His look is still defiant though, even as_
his hand twitches to return to his gun shot.
stepped closer to him, his foot stepping on the gun as he shook his head. "Are you so sure about that? Because what I'm seeing is that he sent a child in against a monster. You're men aren't prepared and you're
not much better."
grits his teeth, hands fisting. He was fed up of hearing that word, 'Child.' Even if they had lied to allow him to be enlisted, he wasn't a child. He takes a step back, the resulting pain making him regret the
show of weakness with every bone in his body. 'We've had training,' he supplies, although the words sound hollow even to him.
watched him carefully and laughed at those words, "em hm... I am sure you do." He stepped towards him again, closing the space. "I am sure it's wonderful training, as extensive as England and France's own
troops got."
stands his ground this time, eyes shining with defiance as he looks up at the other. 'What? What do you expect me to say? 'Please train me, oh great and wondeful Turkey?'' He scoffs. He might as well go down_
fighting, cause he can sure as hell feel that he's going down.
shook his head, still grinning as he reached out and grabbed him by the front of his uniform. "No, I hate hearing begging, more than anything it's when they beg that I lose any pity for them."
's eyes go wide for a moment before he spits in his face. 'Good thing for you I won't then huh?' he asks, a bitter grin on his face.
didn't really flinch at that as he moved to wipe his face and mask off. "Yes good thing, I wouldn't give you much a chance to anyway."
worry flickers over his features, eyes flicking either way before he sets his jaw tight. 'Fuck off,' he growls, 'Stop acting as though you control all of this.'
looks a bit surprised for a second before he laughed, letting go of him to brace a hand hand on his side. "Oh good, the kid has some bite in him." He looked around as his men cheered out, they'd taken the hill.
"I think I control more of it than you think I do, you should face it you were unmatched."
stops himself from lashing out, hands fisted at his sides. 'Stop talking in the past tense old man, it's not over yet.' He wonders if he could run now... how far would he even get? The idea barely flashes_
across his mind before he goes for it, knowing the moment he starts that his leg will slow him down. He'll never get away like this, but he wasn't about to give up on trying.
raised a brow behind his mask as he watched him try to run. He sighed a bit before he went after him, he didn't really have to run. He caught him by the back of his shirt and pulled him up off the ground.
"Do not call me old."
flails, lashing out at the older nation. 'I'm just callin' em as I see 'em,' he hisses, shoulders hunched.
rolled his eyes before he dropped him on his bad leg. He moved closer and grabbed his arms, pulling his hands behind his back. "You should think about what you say to someone who's not known to be gentle."
cries out when he falls to his bad leg. He looks up at him defiantly, tugging at the man's hold 'As if you were ever gonna go easy on me mate. England told me what you do to innocent blokes.'
used his sash to bind the younger nations hands behind his back before he hauled him up to his feet and smirked. "I hope he told you all the good stories."
pales slightly, tugging on the tie as though that would help. 'I only needed to hear a few to understand what kind of bloke you are...'
tied it tightly, almost to the point of bruising. "At least we are at a point of mutual understanding then." He pulled him up over his shoulder with that and carried him off the battle field. "Makes my life so
much easier."
squirms in the man's hold, intent on making his life difficult for him in the little ways he could.
would make sure to teach him a few lessons if that was going to be the case. He had a firm hold on him though as he made his way to the camp, his men hurried out of his path as he headed for his own tent.
Someone pulled the flap aside for him as and once he was in he dropped the Australian on a pile of floor cushions. His tent was more lavishly decorated than normal.
grunts in pain as his leg is jarred, quick to roll over onto his back to relieve the pain. He looks a bit shocked at the lavish surroundings... he wondered how the men reacted to it as well. 'Are you even_
allowed prisoners in your tent?' he asks with a sneer, narrowing his eyes at the other.
glanced over at him as he paused to take his gun off, setting it aside along with a few other pieces of clothing. "I can bring whom ever I wish into my tent." He grabbed a roll of clean cloth and moved over to
him, roughly grabbing his leg he pulled his pants out of the way before he started to bandage the wound. He would have someone come in and take proper care of it later. "Are you going to question everything I
do?"
sets his lips in a tight line, not wanting to make any sounds despite the pain. He wouldn't give the git the satisfaction. 'Are you going to keep doing stupid things?' he asks, shifting away from his hands the_
slightest. The rough treatment wasn't helping with the pain.
wasn't trying to help with his pain. He finished with the bandage before he got up again and grabbed a bottle of a pale liquor. He pulled the stopper out and poured himself a glass before he took a seat on one
of the floor cushions. "Is this why England sent you? Because he didn't know what else to do with such an ignorant child?"
looks rather pointedly away from the man, 'How am I meant to know what the deranged elderly are thinking? I'm having a hard enough time with you and you're in the same room.'
rolled his eyes at that as he took a slow sip of his drink. He watched him intently, his mask covering his expression. "I wouldn't know what to do with you either. I'm not sure you'll be terribly useful to me,
at the same time you've got bite and your not bad looking." He shrugged a bit as he spoke. "What stories did he tell you?"
shifts to create some more space between himself and the man before turning to face him. 'You're a lecherous old man who has harems, and that you can't be trusted because you hide your expression.' He wouldn't
embellish for the man. He was just giving him the gist of teh lessons he'd learned from the stories.
smirked as he leaned closer to him, looking him over before he shrugged and leaned back again, taking another sip of his drink. "Hide my expression? Is that what they think it's for? Interesting." He tapped his
glass idly. "Oh I have harems and everyone in them is willing. I can't say the same for my Sultans. But mine are. They're devoted."
tenses when the other leans in, eyes bright with indignation as he feels himself being judged. The shrug only proves to piss him off more. He scoffs, 'I think that's called Stockholm syndrome, mate.'
chuckles at that, clearly he was amused by him. He got up and set his glass aside before he went to fetch one of his men he asked him free up one of the pens where they kept the horses and to have a pole driven
into the center of it. When the man left to do as he asked he looked over at him. "I would like to see how your attitude changes after a few days to think on things."
doesn't look too fazed by this part, at least. Sadiq forgets that he's a formal penal colony - he's been through worse than a couple of days of confinement. 'Is that how you get all your women?' he asks,_
intending to be a bratty as possible.
grins at him and shakes his head, "are you implying you expect me to make you a whore?" He was blunt, he'd raised Greece after all and really petulant brats were nothing new to him.
turns red till his ears, not quite expecting that response. 'Not if you like your dick intact, I wouldn't.'
looks even more pleased at that and leans over to pat him on the shoulder. "Three days till we set out for home, my troops can handle the rest here without me, that's three days for your attitude to change."
's lips form a rather tense line, eyes burning with disobedience as he waits to be led to the pen. He wouldn't even justify that with a response.
stood when the man came back he motioned to the Australian, instructing him to tie him to the post and make sure no one went near him, he wasn't to be given food or water either. "If you're willing to apologize
before then I'll have your leg treated properly."
looks ill at the mere prospect of apologising, not struggling as Turkey's men lead him to the pen. He could be stubborn, but knew that the mixture of a shot wound and no food and water would try the best of_
men. He would try though, and for the most part he is quiet for the first day, passing in and out of consciousness from the pain in his leg and the lack of water. It's not like he had been eating and drinking_
a lot before this.
had someone keeping an eye on him as he organized his men and left detailed instructions over how to proceed in pushing the rest of the anzac back to the shore. He When the second day rolled around he was
arranging for his return trip to Istanbul.
Can hear the movement around the camp. It's on the second day that the treatment slowly starts to eat away at him, and he has to
Stop himself more than once to call for help.
had really thought he wouldn't last past a day like that. By the morning of the third day he's instructing the men to pack up everything so he can leave by nightfall. If the Austrailian hadn't cracked by then
well he wasn't sure what he would do.
Cracks mid-day, sure his leg is infected by now and his vision blurry from the lack of food and water. He would apologise - it wouldnt be sincere, but he'd do it to end this.
approached him when the guard he'd had watching him called for him too. He knelt in front of him and gently grabbed him by the chin tilting his head up. "You lasted longer than I expected."
Glares at the man, 'I'm sorry.' It's what he wanted to hear right? He wasn't going to drg this out longer than it needed to be.
nodded, accepting that as he stood, he untied him and waved the men off the came forward to help. He picked the Australian up and carried him to the medical tent. He stayed and waited to make sure he was
treated properly and was given food and water.
Doesn't have much strength in him to protest, even untied. He guess the food, almost like a prisoner, as he eats and drinks, twitching ever so often a the medic pokes his leg and treats him. By the end of it_
All he looks a little bit more like himself.
waited for the medic to give him the okay to move him before he picked him up again. He'd been pretty patient throughout the whole thing. He asked to make sure the kid would be able to handle the trip before he
carried him out to where the small contingent was waiting. "I'm starting to think highly of you, you've got more balls than England."
Scoffs, looking over the foreign troops he'd gathered. Could he really afford to let them leave the front. 'Now that I have your approval I can die happy.' he replies, sarcastically.
ignores the sarcasm as he let the men lead them to the waiting ship. He could spare the men, they were mostly the wounded or the ones to ill for battle. "I'm thinking you are much to good for him."
Grunts, the only sign he's listening as he watches some of the men far of wounded to walk play a card game. His men had played something similar when they were stuck in Egypt waiting for deployment.
stopped bothering as he got him onto the ship and brought him to the his personal bunk. He dumped him on his bed unceremoniously, his quarters on the ship were far more boring than his tent had been. "I don't
think I need to tell you to stay here." He called for someone to bring more food and water in before he went to take care of things about the ship, stationing a guard outside the door.
Doesn't bother trying to escape, mostly sleeping off the last few days after he's had something to eat. He refuses to sleep on the Turks bed however, dragging the sheets into the floor to sleep there instead.
didn't come back to his quarters till mid day the next day, he wanted to let him sleep as much as he needed.
William
is
sat on the floor when Sadiq returns, back pressed up against the wall. A notepad is resting on his knees, as he writes away with a pen he found in Turkey's desk. He looks up when the other enters, looking much_
more himself than before The bed sheets are folded at the end of the bed... Australia wasn't really sure what to do with them. 'Long time no see.'
raised a brow behind his mask as he closed the door behind himself. "I had to make sure the prisoners we are bring back with us were secured properly." He moved to his desk and sat down, grabbing a few things
from a drawer before he started filling out sheets of paper.
William
is
so bored so he might be a bit more amicable to company now. 'Why didn't you just lock me up with them?' he asks, settling the notebook face down as he stretches his legs out with a frown. His leg still hurt.
*hurts
finished a few documents before he looked over at him, "I'm rather inclined to keep a close eye on you for one and two I may threaten to skin any of my guards alive if they touch the prisoners, but that has
never stopped them before."
shivers with the thought, although... he doesn't know if it's safer or not in here. 'But they'll just be blokes...' he comments. He's heard of 'Comfort Women' but he hadn't heard of the Turks keeping any. 'And_
well even then, I'm sure there's prettier guys than me they could mess about with.' Not that he would stand by and let it happen.
chuckled a bit at that as he set his pen aside. "They normally don't care about how pretty you are, besides I'd rather they not touch you." He tended to be a bit territorial. "You have your own attractiveness,
I don't think you should think otherwise."
William
feels
something in his stomach drop, suspicions perhaps confirmed. He didn't want to become part of a harem! 'Right,' he replies, cheeks stained a light red. 'And if I was gonna, ya know, fuck a guy I'd pick one who_
I at least had a hard on for. I think the pretty blokes get the most hassle when they join the army.' At least that's what he'd seen.
listened to him intently before he shifted in his seat and folded his arms over his chest. "You have a pretty crude way of talking about it... I am going to guess that's the English bastards fault." He glanced
at the bed and noticed the the sheets folded at the end of it. "You should have slept on the bed... the floor isn't that comfortable."
William
is
a penal colony at heart, it really shouldn't surprise Turkey. He'd grown up around some rough - and not so rough - guys. 'It's was comfy enough.' He's not about to give the older man any ideas.
already had the ideas but he wasn't about to act on them just yet. He nodded a bit at that before he turned back to his desk and went back to the forms he was filling out. "Suit yourself, we'll be at port in
another day and from there it's a few days to Ankara.
"*
William
has
to say he's looking forward to leaving this room, so they news that they'll be on land soon causes a sigh of relief. 'Are we gonna truck it?' he asks, wondering if he could somehow end up in a separate car. _
Maybe if he was lucky he'd get bundled up with some Australian PoWs.
nodded idly at the question. He finished with another form and pushed it to the side before he turned again to look at him. "I am sure you are hoping for a chance to be out of my presence." He shifted and
pulled a key out from under his jacket collar. He used it to unlock the bottom drawer on his desk and he carefully pulled out a small pipe, setting it on the desk before he rummaged through the drawer again.
William
wonders
if he's always been this easy to read, 'That obvious, huh?' He watches the other for lack of anything else to do, wondering if he was about to smoke some Shisha. He'd already warned his troops against starting
the habit.
smirked at the question as he pulled out the few things he'd need before he set up the pipe. "I have had a lot of practice, as you put it I am an old man." He took a moment to start the pipe before he handed it
over to the Australian. "It's mostly herbal, nothing harmful."
makes a face, nose scrunching up at the smell. 'I'm fine thanks.' What if the guy was trying to drug him or something. He'd heard about China's addiction to Opium and wasn't about to start anything himself.
gave him a curious look at that, it was just an herbal blend, there wasn't any hash in the one he'd pulled out. It mostly just calmed your nerves. He shrugged as he set it aside, letting it die out on it's own.
scoffs. Was there any point in that? He opts for ignoring the obviously off his rocker man in the room - which is kind of hard seeing he's yah wide and the room is small but he'll try - in favour of his_
journal, propping it up with his good leg as he writes.
watched him quietly for a few moments before he got up, leaving the pipe out as he fixed his jacket. "Did you want to see your men?"
eyes the pipe, wondering if the man was leaving it out as a sort of temptation. 'Are you gonna let me see them, like?'
watched him as he headed for the door. "Are you going to show me a bit more respect?"
William
thinks
that over, already moving to get up. 'If you let me see them I'll think about it.'
waited for him to stand, still watching him intently. "If you don't I will do worse to you than three days without food or water."
doesn't respond well to threats, he's a 17 year old. His expression hardens, looking off to the side. 'Just show me them and I'll mind my please and thank you's from now on.'
reached out to put a hand on his back as he guided him from the room. He moved his hand away as he led him through the ship to a lower level. He doesn't make idle threats and he hopes the kid realizes that.
arches away from the touch - a rather childish action - as he allows himself to be led lower down. He can already heat the familiar twang of his accent when they reach the bottom of the stairs, so his_
expression doesn't stay sour for long. It's practically a grin when the actual holding cell, and it's a quick step and a hop before he's pressed up against the bars. 'How are they treating you?'
let him go and hung back near the stairs. He didn't want to bother him. He knew how important it was to talk to your own people. He was distracted from watching when one of his own men came down to talk to him,
switching to their native language as they talked.
glances over his shoulder, perhaps a bit suspicious when he hears the foreign tongue. Although it should be expected, he just cant help but feel they might be keeping something from him though. He turns back to
his people soon enough though, all smiles and grins. Someone had to be cheerful for them. If Turkey left him for much longer though, he was probably gonna make them deal him into their card game.
Turkey
is
slowly getting into a heated argument with the man, clearly what they were talking about was not doing anything good for his mood. When he ordered the man away he turned to Australia and headed over to him,
grabbing the back of his jacket as he pulled him away from the bars without an explaination.
explanation.*
yelps as he's tugged away, scowling up at the man afterwards. 'What the hell old man? I didn't even do anything!'
glared at him with that, daring him to say anything else as he pulled him up through the ship and back to his cabin. He pushed him inside before he pulled the door closed and ordered the guards to keep him
there. He didn't have to explain himself to the Australian. He went to find the captain and talk with him.
William
is
rather rudely shoved into the room, stopping himself short of actually banging into the wall before the door is shut. He swears, hopefully loudly and colourfully enough for the Turk to hear before he throws_
himself into the chair.
spoke with his captain a bit before he returned to the cabin, closing the door behind him.
William
is
back in his spot on the floor, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders this time. He doesn't bother to greet the Turk.
moved over to his desk and pulled his jacket off, tossing it aside before he grabbed a few things out of a drawer and went through them. "I underestimated you a bit... your men managed to take the hill, they
couldn't hold it."
blinks in surprise, eyes brightening a bit. Perhaps that's what he's been feeling better about recently. 'Not surprised,' he shrugs, 'Everyone does,' he tells him, tempted to rub it in a bit.
only seemed to brighten a bit at that, he smirked as he moved to sit in his chair. "Well I wont underestimate you again."
William
gives
him a level look, confidence soaring with the news. 'Doesn't mean we won't win, even if you don't underestimate me.'
got up and moved over to him, he crouched in front of him, his hand grabbing him by the chin as he tilted his head up. "You wont win, but I do admire the effort." He ran his gloved thumb over his lips before he
pulled away. "I think I'll keep you around."
shivers with the touch, nose scrunching up with disgust as he presses himself up against the wall when he pulls back. 'England won't let you,' he warns.
can't help but grin at that. "No? He sent you after me. Clearly he doesn't care about you. I can hold onto you until he decides to come for you himself in any case."
scowls back at the other, 'You'll eventually have to let me go, or you'll get sloppy. Either way, I'll be gone in a heartbeat.'
looked him over as he stood. "We'll see about that. I am pretty good at hanging onto things I like."
's eyes flicker with fear, although the rest of his body language is radiating off anger. 'Pervert.'
smiles as he gave him a mock bow. "Judging from your reaction I'm going to say you're still so new to the everything." He turned back to his desk and put everything away. "I can make you enjoy it though, I'm
almost as good as France, granted that man knows what he's doing."
flushes. He didn't need some perverted old nation pointing out that he was a virgin, nor did he need to be told about Francis' pervertedness. 'You'd like that, wouldn't you?' He looks over to see what he'd_
taken out, eyes trained on his hands for the moment.
thought that was pretty sweet, the way he blushed at that. He leaned back in his seat, an apple and a small paring knife in his hands. "Hmm... Contrary to popular belief I do think sex is something that should
be enjoyed by both parties and not just one."
looks away with that, ears slowly turning red. 'Well under duress isn't the way to go about it.'
smiled a bit at that as he carefully cut the apple, eating a piece slowly. "Shall I try to woo you then?" He laughed at that before he tossed him the rest of the apple and got up. "We'll be in port soon, get
some more rest."
catches the apple, inspecting the fruit before he takes a bite. He hadn't had a fresh apple in ages... 'Are you gonna be here?' While he slept, he meant.
shakes his head as he headed for the door. "No I have work to take care of."
reaches up to tug the blankets off the bed, 'It's nice that you still get to do your work, help your people.' He starts to set up the blankets.
paused and looked over at him, "you're not exactly independent... How do you enjoy being under England?"
pulls the blanket over his head, 'I already govern myself. I'm almost independent.'
nods thoughtfully at that. "I see, well I'll make sure to keep that in mind then."
scoffs, 'It's not any of your concern.' He turns over on the floor, blanket easily wrapping around him as he settles in to sleep.
sighs a bit at that before he moved over to him and easily picked him up and put him on the bed. "Sleeping on the floor won't keep me from molesting you if I want to. You might as well be comfortable."
yelps as he's picked up, squirming in his hold before he's put on the bed. 'Y-you should stop just picking up nations like that you know. You should only expect respect if you give it out.' He moves to get off_
of the bed again - stubborn streak showing.
raised a brow at that and moved to pin him to the bed, he had one knee between his and he'd grabbed for his wrists. "I have been showing you respect, I have been respecting your space and your men that I have
locked up. That's more respect than I give to most of my prisoners and you've been testing me, I can easily prove all those stories you've heard true."
tenses when the older nation pins his wrists, eyes flicking to the door and then back. He laughs, the sound pained and stressed - no humour in it at all. 'Not right now, you're not.'
smirks at that as he tightened his grip on his wrists, "no right now I'm not. I'm more than a little tempted to show you how bad of idea it is to push my buttons."
Winces as the grip is tightened, regretting the action a moment later. He asks the most stupid thing he could at the moment, eyes defiant, 'Why aren't you then?'
takes that as a challenge, he couldn't walk away from that one not easily anyway. He leaned down closer to him, his lips brushing along his ear as he spoke "your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble.
"
Shuts his eyes, holding his breath as he feels the nation lean in. He shudders, for all the wrong reasons. 'Fuck you.'
slowly pressed his knee up against his groin, being gentle about it. "That is the point."
Grits his teeth, trying to move away from the teasing friction. 'S-stop!' he groans, trying to break his hands free.
smirks at that as he moved his lips to his neck. He pressed closer to him as he tightened his hold even more. "Why should I stop?"
makes a small noise, pressing his chin to restrict access to his neck. 'Cause, I don't want to.' He shifts under the other, still trying to escape.
looked up at him as he shifted, taking hold of both his wrist with one hand and pinning them above his head. His free hand slid down to where his knee was as he watched him. "Then don't push my buttons and I
Turkey
will
respect your personal space."
gasps when he feels the hand down there, cheeks heating up. He shuts his eyes, squirming under his touch. 'Okay,' he breaths out, 'I'll stop.'
smiled at the flush, he was starting to enjoy this far to much. He slowly rubbed him through his pants, watching his expression. "You're making me wonder if you even touch yourself. Do you not pleasure yourself
Australia?"
glares up at the other, "Of course I wank you pervert." It's just been a while... there's no privacy on camps. He tries to shift away from the hand, fingers flexing.
chuckles at that, he actually liked the defiance the kid showed. He pulled away slow, letting go of his wrist as he got up. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it back on. "Get some sleep, just not on my floor."
pulls the blanket over himself, not even caring anymore. He'd already been violated, no point in suffering a sore back to prevent it.
hardly considered that a violation. He left the room with that and went to check on everything around the ship.
William
is
a teenager, everything is 10 times worse than it is at that age. He falls asleep fairly quickly, ignoring the uncomfortable after affects of what Turkey did to him.
doesn't really remember his teenage years. He took his checking on everything before he return to the cabin. He was quietly trying not to wake him as he took his jacket off and settled down at his desk, he slid
his mask off as he settled in and drifted off to sleep at his desk.
naturally wakes up before Turkey, stretching out into the bed with a groan before he realises just where he is. He sits up, startled and looks around the room before spotting the older nation at the desk. From_
this angle he can only see that the mask is off, but not what lies underneath. As quietly as he can he tries to climb out of the bed to take a gander.
stirred at the quiet sounds the kid made as he woke. He was a pretty light sleeper having pretty much raised Greece he'd gotten used waking up at the slightest things. He shifted as slowly rubbed at his eyes as
he woke. He blinked a few times before he habitually picked up the mask and slid it back into place.
quickly sits himself back on the bed, not wanting to be caught. 'I'm hungry,' is all he says when the man wakes up. If Turkey wants to hold him hostage then he has to feed him.
took a few more seconds to wake up. He glanced over at him shrugged "People work for their food here." He got up with that and open the door asking a guard to bring some food for him.
's jaw tightens, eyes narrowing. 'I'll clean the cell of my men then, and after that I'll eat.' He didn't want to owe the Turk anything, and if you had to work for your food well... he involuntarily shudders_
at the thought. He climbs out of the bed, leaving it a mess. 'Just let one of your guards take me or something, I won't run.'
looked over at him and shook his head he pointed to the bed and moved to sit back down at his desk. "That's already been taken care of. I'll find you a job when we get to Ankara."
stands by the bed, looking at it with a look of confusion. Yes, it existed. 'You're one complicated pervert, you know that?'
looked over at him and frowned. "Make the bed and we will call it even."
makes a sound of understanding, making up the bed rather quickly. He folds the sheet back to air however, knowing by now that he must smell a bit rank. He sits on the edge of the bed when he's done.
already a has plans to show him his private baths. He rather loved those. He stretched a bit when he heard a knock on the door he called for the person to enter. He took the tray of food and waited till the Ben
man* left to hand one of the covered dishes over to the kid. "Not the best food, I'll give you something proper when we get there."
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used to England's rations by now. He watches the man come in, taking in his demeanour towards the older nation before thanking him in the little Turkish they were forced to learn. Turkey gets an English 'thank_
you' as he takes the plate, for once taking his time to eat it. 'It doesn't taste bad.'
wasn't overly fond of the food. He ate it slowly as he worked, "your Turkish is terrible." To be fair though his English wasn't the best either. He paused to take a bite of food as he glanced over documents.
grunts in reply, steadily demolishing his food. 'I won't bother using it then.'
shrugged he didn't care if he used it or not. If he'd planned on taking over his territory than maybe he'd care, but he wasn't all that interested in the Australian.
finishes his plate of food , moving to put the plate on the desk before he flops back onto the bed. He was so bloody bored of this effing room.
finished his food slowly and got up, gathering both plates. "We're about half a day away. I'll take you to see your men for the last time."
sits up, 'You mean last time I see him before we get off the boat right?' He wasn't going to separate them... was he?
gave him a bit of a disbelieving look. "No, I mean the last time. They're going to Istanbul." He headed for the door and opened it, waiting for him to follow. "You'll see them again eventually I'm sure."
Would rather stay with his men, but says nothing for fear that their treatment may be worse if he does. He nods mutely, walking a lot better on his poor leg then he had before. He walks out the door,_
Already heading for the familiar set of stairs.
let him go ahead and only followed quietly. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and let the Australian go talk with his men.
keeps the conversation light, sitting himself on the other side of the bars. He has to say they all look a little more roughed up than the day before, and it takes him a minute or so to clue in as to why._
Instead of bringing it up though he jokes with the guys about all the hot foreign woman they'll see - which is probably unlikely but they need something to look forward too. Seeing his men like this, he...
he would probably have to work on keeping the Turk sweet from now on to ensure their treated somewhat nicely.
waited patiently, he's generally a patient man. When someone came down and told him how close to port they are he went to get the Australian, looking the prisoners over for a moment. "Time to go."
actually just nods, giving his men a half hearted salute before he gets up. 'Just mind to punch the first pom you see, alright guys?' Australian's aren't very good at things called emotions so he doesn't stay_
for long. 'Are they gonna ship it the rest of the way?'
nods at that, choosing to ignore what he'd said to his men as he lead him back out and onto the ship's deck. "Yes." He wasn't going to tell him he'd had the chance to convince him otherwise.
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telling his men to punch the first Englishman they see, not the first Turk. 'Right...' he sighs, breathing in the fresh air when they reach the deck. 'Are you punishing them because of me?'
looked over at him and raised a brow at that before he smiled. "At least you're not an idiot." He went to tell the captain to bring them in, the ship could restock here.
William
feels
like an idiot, leaning over the railing of the ship to look at the scenery when the other man leaves. At least he had a reason o behave now...
came back to him when they were in the port. He was happy to see him home land again. "Come on, I want to get home and enjoy a nice bath." He looked him over as he spoke "and you need one too."
Cracks a smile at that, 'Not surprised.' He didn't even feel human anymore. He follows the turk off the ship, hands shoved in his pockets as he takes in the sights and smells.
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well known enough that people easily part for them, moving off to the side as he lead him through the busy port and out to a waiting truck. Normally he would have liked to spend some time in the market but a
nice bath won out over that.
Doesn't know how someone could cope with that. He's used to just being one of the crowd. He seems to be enjoying the atmosphere of the market though.
rather enjoys when his people show him respect. He stopped at the truck and opened the passenger door for him to get in first, he'd have to sit in the middle between him and the driver. "We have a better market
in Ankara, I'll show it to you sometime."
William
feels
sorry for the driver. He really was starting to reek. 'Alright...' he murmurs, nodding to the driver as he gets up in the poor man's personal space
Also says thank you to Turkey for opening the door.
Turkey
is
a bit surprised at the thanks as he got in next to him and closed the door, telling the driver he could go.
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on his best Behavoir now that he knows it affects his men. He tries his poor Turkish on the Driver, pulling out a few set phrases about the weather.
let him talk to the driver, who seemed more amused by the attempts. Sadiq shifted to look out the window and tried to enjoy the drive.
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probably just trying to find company in someone other than Sadiq before he's stuck with him as his only company again. He was a social nation at heart, despite being isolated by everyone. His Turkish knowledge_
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exhausted after about two minutes though...
looked over at him as it fell quiet and he smiled a bit. "There are plenty of people in my home that speak English."
hides his surprise rather well. 'They teach us foreign so that we can win over the people we're invading better.' From the tone of his voice he doesn't sound happy with the idea, 'So all I really know is 'I_
won't shot,' or 'How much is this?'' He shrugs, glancing over at the nation. 'I guess it's better than when England came to my country though... he just expected us to learn his language.'
nodded as he shifted to look out the window again. "I can teach you some if you'd like Turkish is a wonderful language. I won't force you though. No point in that."
shrugs, 'Depends on how long I'm hanging around I guess.'He watches the road ahead, fingers twitching to turn on the radio.
laughs a bit at that as he settled into his seat. He hated these trucks. "Until I'm forced to let you go."
really is feeling rather bad about the stench, feeling the hot cat was only making it worse. 'What if you guys win the war?'
*car
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pretty used to it, he'd been around worse. He looked over at him with that question and shrugged. "I have little interest in your land... if we win the war... I think I might seek to make you an ally."
guesses he could live with that. 'Sounds alright, actually...' It would be nice to not have to worry about the Royal Family any more. Also, he feels more sorry for the driver. He blames Turkey partly for the_
fact that he stinks.
smiled at that and leaned back in his seat closing his eyes. "Glad you approve. Till then though you're mine."
doesn't comment on that, instead pulling out his journal and the pen he'd 'borrowed' from Turkey to write. He was going by the policy of 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it,' today.
Turkey
is
pretty impressed with the lack of a snarky comment from him. He slowly started to doze off, the trip would be pretty boring.
can behave if he's given good enough an incentive. He just hopes he rests against the window. He didn't need a creepy old man resting on his shoulder.
doesn't show his age... he things the kid could use to learn a thing or two.
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17. Everyone is old to him. The heat from the car and the trip slowly ease him too into a sleep, book face down on his lap as he starts to drift off. At first he's upright before he starts nodding off to the_
side, soon using the Turk's shoulder as a pillow.
doesn't seem to notice, asleep himself. He woke when they got closer though, knowing the route by now. He shifted and glanced over at the driver.
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still sleeping, although the shift causes him to turn towards the driver. The poor man has been having to deal with Australia switching shoulder pillows throughout the trip.
laughed a bit when he noticed the driver's nose scrunch up at the switch. When they finally pulled up to the palace and the engine was cut he moved to wake the Australian.
wakes up rather readily, rubbing his eyes as he grumbles something in his mother tongue. It loosely translates as 'English bastard.' 'We're here?' he asks, shielding his eyes from the sun.
doesn't know what he says and brushes it off as he nodded and got out of the truck. "First things first a bath."
follows out, looking around before he spots the rather big building... Well that's a bit bigger than he's used to. He stares at it for a few moments, jaw slack.
glanced over at him and chuckled at the expression on his face. He lightly grabbed his waist and led him into the palace, a few men greeted him warmly but mostly people rushed to open doors for him and get out
of his way.
resists the urge to punch the man in the face when he feels the hand on his waist. He would put up with it for now, watching in bewilderment as they pass through the palace. By the time they reach said 'baths'_
his jaw is clenched tight. He feels as though he's just been paraded through the palace like a trophy.
(sorry I meant wrist >_< ) stopped in the first room to the baths and let go of him, asking the assistant to have fresh clothes put out for them both. When she left he moved to start pulling off his uniform.
The first room was warm and tiled and almost plainly decorated. He set his dirty clothes aside on a wood bench and left the mask on.
tenses a bit, rubbing his wrist as the other starts to get undressed. He looks around the room, trying to spot Shower facilities... 'We're gonna have a bath together?' he asks, not sounding over the moon. He_
follows Turkey's suit however, tugging off his clothes and setting them to the side.
looked over at him and nodded, "this is my private bath, but it's large enough for several people." He waited for him to finished before he opened the wood door into the next room and led him through. This room
had taps on the wall and decorated buckets, soap was sitting out on a silver dish. It was slightly more decorated than the previous room. He turned on one of the taps and filled two buckets. "You clean in here,
normally it would be a massage with the soap but I figured that might make you uncomfortable." This room was warmer and steamier than the last.
Nods, taking his bucket with a small thanks. 'I think you got that right mate.' He wanders off to a corner to wash himself, sighing happily as he feels the layers of dirt wash away. He really needed this.
took his own time with washing himself he enjoyed the ritual of bathing. He ended up taking his mask off and setting it aside carefully so he could wash his face.
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facing the wall rather steadfastly so he doesn't notice. He takes his time to clean himself properly, using the soap to wash his hair as well. He wondered if his men would have to wash in a similar fashion..
finished up and waited for him, "you don't need to rinse off completely." He had his mask off still, holding onto it now as he waited.
Dumps the bucket over his head just as Tukey says that... 'Pardon?' he asks, rubbing his eyes as he turned to face the other.
watched him and sighed a bit, rolling his eyes before he turned to open another door and hold it for him.
William
feels
a lot better for ing clean, slicking his hair back as he passes through the door. It's when he glances back that he notices the mask is gone, staring rather openly at him.
didn't really notice the staring as he headed straight for the large pool in the room, he slid into the hot water and sighed happily. Oh he'd missed this so much.
((why did he wear the mask then? What should he be noticing? ))
((Oh I've just always linked it to being a habitual thing, it's something someone gave him when he was young and he just kept wearing it, since there's no cannon reason for it.))
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surprised to find nothing there. No scars... No weird eyebrows. He looks slightly pensive as he slips into the water, a fair bit away from Turkey. After the last week he's had he pretty much just wants to_
Stay here for a day or so and work out all the kinks.
set his mask aside on the pool ledge as he enjoyed the heat of the water as it worked the tension out of his muscles. "What were you expecting?" He'd noticed him staring when he looked back over at him.
Shrugs, looking around the room instead of at the Turk. 'Scars from some war or something, maybe Weird eyebrows.'
laughed a bit at that. "I have plenty of scars, just not on my face." He closed his eyes as he leaned back. "Is my face that disturbing you wont look at me?"
Glances back at the question, actually kidding whether that was the case or not. 'no, I've just been taught it's rude to stare,' he replies, looking away again. The man was far from hideous.
smirked at that reply. "So you do have some manners than."
Scoffs in response, turning around so that he can press his forehead against the cool tiles. He was maybe finding it a bit too hot now, 'They're called selective manners.'
glanced over at him with that. "Is that what you call being rude?" He moved over to him with that.
hears the water slosh as Turkey moves, shoulders tensing. He moves to sit up in properly in the bath, not keen to show his back to the older nation. 'Rude is one word for it, I guess.'
moved to settle next to him, one hand went up to his forehead, testing his temperature before he pulled his hand away. "Perhaps we should get you out of the bath."
blinks, surprised at the rather simple gesture. 'Maybe...' he replies, 'If you tell me where the towels and clothes will be I can go ahead.' He didn't think cutting the other nation's bath short would bode very
well...
shook his head as he stood and got out, he went to pick up his mask and paused to stretch.
Climbs out after him, feeling a bit bad for cutting his bath short. 'Why do you wear it?' he asks, glancing at the lines of his back briefly before turning his gaze away to try as find the exit.
slid the mask back on and looked over at him, blinking and frowning a bit at the question. "It's a habit, from when I was younger than you." He laughed a bit at that and moved passed him to the last door
opposite the one they'd come through. Two sets of clothes were laid out and he went right to his own, slowly dressing.
(It's not showing up)
looks at the clothes for a moment or two before figuring out how to wear them... 'Didn't know you liked playing dress-up,' he murmurs, smoothing down the clothes before turning to Turkey with a grin. 'How do I_
look?'
finished dressing his own clothes and looked over at him before he laughed a bit. "Like a westerner in my clothes." He thought he looked pretty attractive and he was already having issues respecting the kid's
space.
actually doesn't mind that description, it's honest. 'Sometimes I've wondered why we don't dress more like this in the summer, since it's so freakin' hot but..' He shrugs, looking a bit happier now that he's_
clean.
finished by settling the sheath of his blade around his waist before he motioned for him to follow. "You haven't learned from the best. Clearly."
scoffs, 'You should introduce me to him some day then. He sounds like an alright bloke.' He follows along, hands clasped together at the small of his back as he follows.
ignored that as he lead him through the halls. Soon he passed by the wing where the women lived and he paused. "You're not allowed near here, only the Sultan and myself and permitted in this wing. So unless
you're a woman don't even think about it."
looks into the wing with some poorly hidden curiosity. 'Alright. Don't touch your women... Checked.' He would live... he doubted he would get much freedom to wander around anyway.
lead him along the hall to his rooms, a guard pulled the doors open and he ushered the Australian in ahead of him. "I'll take you to the market tomorrow."
thanks the guard, nodding as he looked up at the older nation. 'Sure you shouldn't be working on strategies?' he asks, looking around the rooms with thinly veiled awe. Really... he had never quite seen_
anything as plush as this before.
followed him and moved to a low table with pillows set around it, fresh food was laid out and he took a seat. "I am entitled to my free time." He pointed out, "besides I have an attractive prisoner."
looks around playing off the comment despite the red to his cheeks. 'Where? I might hit on them.' He sits opposite the man, legs stretched out. He was hesitating to ask to have someone take another look at his_
leg. It looked like it was healing fine... but it was still causing him a bit of bother.
already planned to have someone come in and look at it. He took a fresh apple and bit into it, enjoying it. "I don't think you know how to hit on someone, given how little you know about sex." He pointed out.
turns redder still, reaching forward for an orange. 'Who said I had to have to hit on someone. It's all about the chase, you know.'
laughed at that and thinks his blushing is pretty endearing. "Oh I know, but the actual act can be extremely good and well worth it."
would stop blushing if he could, instead he focuses on peeling the orange. 'So I've heard. It's all my men talk about.' He offers Turkey a segment.
shakes his head at the offered fruit, biting into his apple. "I could give you something to add to the conversation."
glances at the other, 'No point in doing anything about it if I can't brag about it to them, in person.' He stuffs the offered segment into his mouth, looking away with red ears.
watched him for a bit as he ate his apple. "I can have your men brought here when ever I want. I haven't had them killed."
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working on his orange, going over the options in his head before he turns his gaze back to Turkey. 'So... you're basically saying if I do the nasty with you, you'll bring my men back, unharmed?'
finished his apple and hummed softly. "I'm not saying anything, you're the one putting the pieces together. You wont be bored on your own here though."
watches him for a few moments, trying to decide if he could trust the man or not. He hums in thought, popping the last piece of orange into his mouth. 'I want my leg checked first, and alcohol.' He'd need Dutch
courage.
waved a hand at the table against the wall in the back, it was covered in bottles of different alcohols. "I've had someone sent for to check your leg." He leaned over and grabbed a piece of cheese and a cracker
"and I keep my word."
makes his way over, a small frown on his face. He couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed... selling away his virginity like that. He pours himself a generous glass of rum, returning to his side of the table._
'Must be nice, just being able to send away for people.'
shrugs as he ate. "I worked hard to get to where I am today."
sips the rum, the taste reminding him a bit of home. 'Doesn't it get lonely?'
shakes his head as he leaned back on his pillow. "I always have someone around."
throws back the rum a moment later, 'Are they all unwilling?'
laughs softly at that, "no only my prisoners are unwilling."
places the glass on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth. 'And concubines.'
*back of his hand.
smiled, "oh they're not unwilling." He got up and got a drink for himself. "They are allowed to leave whenever they want."
watches the other, leaning back onto the pillows. He wonders when the doctor is going to show up, half hoping he would take his time to put off the inevitable. 'If you say so,' he replies, holding out his glass
for another drink. 'It's not like I'm allowed to ask them.'
poured him some more before he sat back down. The doctor was let in shortly after that and asked if it was okay for him to come over. Sadiq waved the man close. "I can let you meet some of them if you'd like."
nods, perhaps a tad too eagerly before catching himself. 'If they want to meet me, I guess.' He turns to face the doctor, sipping more cautiously on his drink. 'Does he speak English?' he asks Turkey, putting_
the glass to the side so that he can pull up his trouser leg to show the doctor the wound.
laughed softly and nods. "I am sure they wouldn't mind to meet and yes he speaks English."
explains what happened to the doctor, trying to keep the judgemental tone out of his voice as he explains it was left untreated for 3 days and has only been treated once since then, although he's been trying_
to keep it clean. He just hopes it's not as bad as he thinks it is.
let the doctor work, the man only glanced over at Sadiq with a frown when he heard the news and Sadiq only shrugged a bit before he sipped his drink.
Winces once or twice while the doctor pokes and prods at the wound. He's downright silent as the doctor starts to disinfect it however, the only real sign of discomfort small twitches in his eyebrow. When he_
Starts to stitch it up he downs his drink and with a small shuddering breath starts to make small talk with the doctor to distract himself, mostly asking about where he learned English and why. His hand is_
Fisted in the pillow he's sitting on.
went to pour him more of the drink. He was glad the doctor was speaking with the Australian.
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finally done, although the Australian tries to keep the doctor from leaving as he packs up by asking various questions. He knew the minute he left... Well...
waited till the doctor was done and he pulled the man off to the side to speak with him, asking how the wound looked before he let him go.
Frowns when the doctor leaves, 'What did he say...?'
looked over at him and smiled. "It's not infected, he'll be back in every morning to check on it and he enjoyed talking with you."
Looks relieved, even if he doesn't return the smile. It's hard to when he knows what's coming next. '
'Why couldn't he just tell me that?'
shrugs as he sat back down and picked up an orange. "I asked him to report the details to me."
Hums, reaching over for his glass of rum as he turns to face the table again. He was starting I realise that Turkey always got what he wanted.
liked being in control. He smiled at him over a piece of the orange he was peeling and eating slowly.
Makes a face back at him, sipping his rum. He was probably a little tipsy by now, the generous servings of drinks and the short time in which he had drank them helping with that.
got up when he finished his orange and moved over to him, gently taking the glass from him as he checked his leg first.
Let's him do that, although he makes a bit of a sound as the man takes his drink. He leans back on his hands, watching the Turk check his leg. 'don't trut your doctor?'
*trust
glanced up at him and smiled, "I don't trust anyone." When he was sure the bandages were done properly he picked up the drink and held to the Australian's lips, tilting it for him to take another sip.
Reaches up for the glass instead, lips formed in a straight tight line. He wouldn't be treated like a child... He could at least drink himself.
watched him with that and couldn't help but smirk as he let him take the glass.
Sips the rum at his own pace, giving the older nation a defiant look. He was perhaps not all too aware yet that it only proved to get Turkey more hot under the collar.
enjoyed a challenge. He watched him for a moment before he finally took the glass away and set it down. "Take your pants off, I don't want to hurt your leg."
ignores the blush on his cheek as he takes them off with little ceremony, having to stand and remaining as such when he's done.
stood up as well and moved close to him, he wrapped an arm around his waist as he pulled him close and dipped his head to kiss him, tasting the drink on his mouth.
brings his hands up on instinct, fists resting against Sadiq's chest as he's kissed. He tries to shift to make some distance, the movement only causing friction for himself and Turkey..
smirked against his lips at that, arm tightening around him as he felt him try to pull back. His other hand slid down to he backside, pulling his hips in against his.
makes a soft sound into the kiss, fingers curling in Turkey's shirt as he's pulled close. He tugs on Turkey's lip with teeth, a warning of sorts - despite his current position.
moaned softly at the teeth before he pulled back enough to maneuver them to the bed. He lowered him onto it before he grabbed the sash from around his waist, "if you want me to be gentle you're going to have to
play nicely."
easily follows, hands falling above his head as he lowered. He grins at the comment, 'You wouldn't be fucking me if you were looking for someone who played nicely.' He shifts on the bed, hands moving to adjust_
his shirt.
chuckled at that and shrugged as he moved to grab his wrists, he gently wrapped the silk sash around one of his wrists and tied the other ended to the head board of his bed. "No you're right, I wouldn't be."
tests the hold, frowning when he finds it fairly secure. 'You remind me of England a lot,' he observes, looking up at the other. 'Always meaning the opposite of what you say.'
paused at that, he did not like the comparison. "I don't think England would do this to his innocent colony." He pointed out. He untied the Australian's sash from around his waist and used it for his other
wrist.
tests that as well, eyebrows twitching as he realises both are done up pretty well. 'Depends on the colony, I'm sure.' He shifts under the man, trying to get comfortable despite the ties.
sat back a bit to admire his work as he listened to him and shrugged. "You're all kind of young." He leaned over him and looked thoughtful for a moment before he moved to get up. "You're doing this for your
men?"
shifts when he leans in, cheeks stained red. He nods, 'Y-yeah? Why?'
nodded with that and gently ran a finger along his cheek to his jaw. "I find that admirable..."
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to stop himself from moving away from the touch, breath catching in his throat. 'I already screwed it up once for them...' he replies, all in an exhale. He was getting pretty tense.
watches him carefully and shifted a bit, brushing his fingers down his neck. "I shouldn't have forced that on you... just like I shouldn't be doing it now."
swallows, eyes shutting as he tilts his head back in embarrassment. 'Shouldn't doesn't mean you want.'
*won't
paused as he watched him, "how much do you like your men?"
blinks, eyes opening to look up at the older man. 'They're the most important thing to me in this world...' he replies, wondering where the conversation was going.
raised a brow behind his mask and nodded. "That's an interesting thing to say, for a nation so young."
laughs, 'Age has nothing to do with it... I've seen them suffer so much. I don't want to be the cause of any of it.'
nodded as he got up off of him. "Well I wont let that happen then, not while they are in my care."
tugs on the restraints, wondering if Turkey was letting him off the hook. 'So you'll bring them back?'
nods as he leaned down and stole a kiss. "Yeah I'll bring them here so you can have company."
looks shocked after the kiss, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he nods. 'Thank you.'
moved to get up with that and smiled. "Don't thank me."
frowns as he realises he's getting left... 'Where are you going?'
smiles at him, "it'll be your first time right? I want to make sure I'll be gentle."
turns red, 'As long as you're not planning to leave me like this for ages.' He thought the older man had given up...
went over to a dresser and pulled out a small bottle of oil before he came back to the bed, "should I leave you like this?"
watches him, eventually shaking his head.
set the bottle aside and looked him over again. "You sure? I almost think you'd prefer it over what I really want to do to you right now."
William
wonders
why he keeps asking, letting out an exasperated laugh. 'It's gonna happen anyway right? Why put it off?'
looked a bit surprised at that as he moved over to him and kissed him again. "That's not the right attitude to take."
starts to respond, only to have the man pull back. 'What happened to the 'I take everything I want' bloke I met? Man up.' He grins, the expression oddly jarring with the situation. Was he seriously giving his_
captor a pep talk... he rolls his eyes, 'You know what, just untie me if you're gonna do nothing.' He could always just go to them.
stares at him for a moment before he laughed at that. "No I don't think I will untie you. I was going to let you go but now I want you more than I did before."
groans in frustration, hiding his face in his arm. 'Fuck, you're fucking senile mate.' The man could drive a saint up the wall.
Turkey
was
enjoying the more than anything as he took the chance to slide his hand down to his crotch, he started to stroke him now. "Maybe...."
(The...?)
(that* sorry >_< )
reaction is almost instantaneous, a small sound of surprise falling from his lips as Turkey starts to stroke him. 'Fuck.'
smirked at that, still rubbing him as he watched his expression.
William
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already taken to hiding his face in his arm, stubbornly biting back any sounds.
used his other hand to tilt his head away from his arm so he can see his face.
knows his body is betraying him, breath already coming out in short pants as he musters up a rather dirty glare.
laughed softly at the glare as he stopped stroking him to grab the bottle, carefully pulling the stopper out and coating his fingers.
((I'll make it private ))
((Alright))