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Chpt. 3
Turkey woke up. He was in one of those blissful moments where you can't remember anything other than your own name. Of course then all his memories came crashing into his head.
Greece. The name echoed in his head, a constant reminder of how he treated him as a child and how he hated him now. His heart hurt.
Then he remembered his dream. It had practically revolved around Greece. He blushed when he remembered some of the things he had dreamed about. It made him feel sort of perverted.
As he was thinking these things part of his mind came to a conclusion.
You love him, it told him.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do, and not as a father either.
He kept on having an internal battle until he couldn't deny it any more. He loved Heracles.
But only a little bit. He told himself
It's an infatuation. That annoying small part of his mind disagreed.
SHUT UP. I admitted I loved already.
Boy was he going crazy. He had to go speak to somebody. Japan might be a good choice.
He looked out the window, it was starting to get dark and looked like it had just stopped raining. He had time to go visit him.
He went to go get a coat, for it seemed a bit cold, and walked out the door not realizing that this was the exact same path that Greece had taken only thirty minutes ago.
|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|
Greece put on an emotionless mask but was silently freaking out inside.
Do I love him? All signs show that I do, that is for sure. Still…
"Do you mean like a father?" Greece asked.
Japan sighed, this was going to be hard to explain to a person who seemed content not to believe it.
"No, I mean like a boyfriend or lover love."
"But, I ha-."
"You know as well as I do that's not true."
Greece then did something that he had not done in a while. Not since his mother died and he went to live in Turkey's house. He bit his lip and showed every emotion running through his mind on his face.
It had been a long time since he had been able to show such emotion. Japan seemed a bit startled by this display of his feelings. To make things worse Greece started crying.
"Heracles, are you all right?" Japan asked his sobbing friend.
"N-no."
Japan really didn't know what to do to comfort him, he'd never had to comfort anyone anymore. So, he awkwardly put an arm around him and patted his back. When the nation next to him didn't do anything besides putting his head in his hands.
"I t-think I n-need to go to the b-bathroom," Greece chocked out.
"Sure, you know where it is."
Greece got up and went to the bathroom. Japan thinking about what just happened.
|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|
Turkey stood in front of Japan's door and knocked. It took a couple of minutes for Japan to answer. When he did, he wasn't holding his katana like normal. When he saw Turkey standing there he looked sort of shocked, but quickly covered it up.
"Ah, Turkey-san. How are you? Why don't you come inside?" Japan said breaking the silence.
"Japan, I think I have a problem," he said walking inside.
"Yes, Turkey-san?"
They moved to the sitting room. Turkey saw a towel on the couch and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Why-?"
"Don't ask."
"Um, okay."
"So, what is your problem?"
Turkey looked at his feet, not sure what to say.
"Well, I believe I m-might love Greece."
While Japan had been expecting this the man at the doorway to the hallway was not. He gave a gasp and Turkey whipped around to see a red-eyed Greece who looked like he had been crying.
"Hera?" Turkey asked.
Greece looked like he was about to cry again.
"H-hera, are you okay?"
Greece looked shocked at him and ran out the door of Japan's house.
Turkey sat there for a moment. The teary face, the emotion that overwhelmed his expression. That was all it took for Turkey to remember the episode at his house. He wasn't going to let Greece run away, not again.
So, this time, he ran out after him.

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Chpt. 3
Turkey woke up. He was in one of those blissful moments where you can't remember anything other than your own name. Of course then all his memories came crashing into his head.
Greece. The name echoed in his head, a constant reminder of how he treated him as a child and how he hated him now. His heart hurt.
Then he remembered his dream. It had practically revolved around Greece. He blushed when he remembered some of the things he had dreamed about. It made him feel sort of perverted.
As he was thinking these things part of his mind came to a conclusion.
You love him, it told him.
No, I don't.
Yes, you do, and not as a father either.
He kept on having an internal battle until he couldn't deny it any more. He loved Heracles.
But only a little bit. He told himself
It's an infatuation. That annoying small part of his mind disagreed.
SHUT UP. I admitted I loved already.
Boy was he going crazy. He had to go speak to somebody. Japan might be a good choice.
He looked out the window, it was starting to get dark and looked like it had just stopped raining. He had time to go visit him.
He went to go get a coat, for it seemed a bit cold, and walked out the door not realizing that this was the exact same path that Greece had taken only thirty minutes ago.
|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|
Greece put on an emotionless mask but was silently freaking out inside.
Do I love him? All signs show that I do, that is for sure. Still…
"Do you mean like a father?" Greece asked.
Japan sighed, this was going to be hard to explain to a person who seemed content not to believe it.
"No, I mean like a boyfriend or lover love."
"But, I ha-."
"You know as well as I do that's not true."
Greece then did something that he had not done in a while. Not since his mother died and he went to live in Turkey's house. He bit his lip and showed every emotion running through his mind on his face.
It had been a long time since he had been able to show such emotion. Japan seemed a bit startled by this display of his feelings. To make things worse Greece started crying.
"Heracles, are you all right?" Japan asked his sobbing friend.
"N-no."
Japan really didn't know what to do to comfort him, he'd never had to comfort anyone anymore. So, he awkwardly put an arm around him and patted his back. When the nation next to him didn't do anything besides putting his head in his hands.
"I t-think I n-need to go to the b-bathroom," Greece chocked out.
"Sure, you know where it is."
Greece got up and went to the bathroom. Japan thinking about what just happened.
|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|--O--|
Turkey stood in front of Japan's door and knocked. It took a couple of minutes for Japan to answer. When he did, he wasn't holding his katana like normal. When he saw Turkey standing there he looked sort of shocked, but quickly covered it up.
"Ah, Turkey-san. How are you? Why don't you come inside?" Japan said breaking the silence.
"Japan, I think I have a problem," he said walking inside.
"Yes, Turkey-san?"
They moved to the sitting room. Turkey saw a towel on the couch and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Why-?"
"Don't ask."
"Um, okay."
"So, what is your problem?"
Turkey looked at his feet, not sure what to say.
"Well, I believe I m-might love Greece."
While Japan had been expecting this the man at the doorway to the hallway was not. He gave a gasp and Turkey whipped around to see a red-eyed Greece who looked like he had been crying.
"Hera?" Turkey asked.
Greece looked like he was about to cry again.
"H-hera, are you okay?"
Greece looked shocked at him and ran out the door of Japan's house.
Turkey sat there for a moment. The teary face, the emotion that overwhelmed his expression. That was all it took for Turkey to remember the episode at his house. He wasn't going to let Greece run away, not again.
So, this time, he ran out after him.