knows from experience that it will take some time.

considers himself a patient nation in most aspects, but this money thing was taking a long time-even for him. He wonders how long Turkey

took to get back on track when he had these troubles.

a fair amount of time. He used to be called the sick man of Europe for a good hundred years or so. He's period of great decline.

's face falls. A hundred years? He isn't sure he could control a decline like that. He feels guilty for buying that archaeology brush.

shrugs. It won't be as bad as his since France, England and Russia had occupied Istanbul for quite as while on top of that. At least Greece

being left relatively alone.

he is being left alone for a reason. No-one wanted to give him money to help his situation, and after many were forced to they have been

avoiding him. Not that he thinks foreign occupation would be preferred, of course. He doesn't envy that.

...can kind of understand why they would avoid him....he would.

narrows his eyes at him, poking him roughly in response. Turkey couldn't avoid him even if he tried.

grunts at the poke. That wasn't entirely true. He could avoid him if he tried really hard...he just never really did.

it's cute Turkey thinks that. Truth is Greece wouldn't let him avoid him. He knows where he lives.

would move in that case.

would hide in his suitcase.

would go live in the wilderness with no suitcase.

would dress up in his old Ottoman clothes and crawl up in Turkey's old bed and make crying noises until the Turk came back out of guilt.

would probably come back out of guilt and then rape him.

...doesn't have a problem with that. After all, he still instigated it, and he couldn't think of a better way to celebrate his return.

should actually consider leaving in that case if the end result was so appetizing.

if the Turk liked the idea so much, he doesn't need to go through the trouble of leaving then returning. Although if he wants it to be

authentic then Greece would play along.

may actually take Greece on that offer. It would be a good challenge.

nods...then looks immediately upset at the prospect of Turkey leaving, even though he knows he's coming back.

won't be leaving...he was just joking.

still has the idea in his head, and abandons Turkey there on the spot so he can go to the Turk's house and curl up into his bed.

frowns and follows him to his house and watches him curl on his bed. "You do realize I was joking...right?"

hugs a pillow to his chest and actually looks surprised at Turkey being there with him. 'You're home? You came home?' He winks, and crawls

to the edge of the bed with his arms outstretched.

to stop and take in the situation...was he suppose to play along? Probably. He walks up the the edge of the bed and into the outstretched

arms hugging him back. "Yes, I'm back." He was having a hard time playing along he found this so strangley amusing.

kisses him on the lips, a small smirk at the side of his mouth. 'Good, because that pillow didn't do a good job in replacing you.'

kisses him back missing the smirk all-together. "Oh? Was it not as comforting as me?"

shrugs and, without looking behind him, nudges the 'offending' pillow off the bed. 'No, and it didn't make me laugh either. Just...silence.'

chuckles. "How boring. I'm very sorry you only had the pillow as company but I'm back and can definitly make it up to you."

nods, hand stroking Turkey's chin. 'I'd like that. But how will you ever do that?' He grins, pulling Turkey down to sit on the bed with him.

doesn't complain as he takes a seat beside Greece on his bed. "Depends on what you want exactly." He replies smirking. "I'm at your

command."

's eyes flash. 'Hmm, well if that's the case...' He slowly takes Turkey's chin in his hands and places an innocent kiss on his lips. 'Lets

play a truth game.'

hums as he kisses him back. "Truth game? Go on."

hovers near his lips. 'I ask a question. You must answer truthfully. I'm allowed to react to your answers.'

tilts his head up to try and reach the Greeks lips. "Okay, shoot."

stays just out of his reach. 'Easy one first. What is your favourite colour?'

chuckles. "Red."

hums and then nods, kissing his nose. 'Fair enough. What would be your weapon of choice?'

quirks a brow but answers it anyway. " A Kilij."

arches a brow but strokes his cheek in response. 'How many people in the world would you fight for?'

pauses...how many would he... "Three."

looks very interested in finding out who they were, but he doesn't want to sound too eager. He kisses both cheeks, then once on the lips. He

did like that answer. 'Do you follow your head or heart?'

wasn't pleased with the curt kiss but at least it as better than nothing. He could tell the Greek was curious and surprised that he hadn't

asked just yet. However, the next question was a hard one. "I would have to say both. Sometimes I will only listen to my heart and other

times I will listen to my head and sometimse I listen to both."

pauses, and then nods. He leans in closer to him, hands cupping behind Turkey's head. 'And which do you normally use for me?'

stares into the Greeks eyes. "My heart." He answers without hesitation. That explained why he could always get so furious at the Greek .

would have smacked him hard if he had answered 'head'. He beams and gives him a slow, quiet-moanful kiss. 'Good.' He says.

kisses him back just as slow and sensual as he. "I'm glad you approve."

strokes his neck with both hands. 'Who were the three you mentioned before?' He leans their foreheads together.

let's his hand cup the Greeks cheek as he captures Heracles lips in a quick kiss. "Yong Soo." He kisses him again. "Kiku" and this time he

kisses him much more passionately. "You."

's hands grab onto his back and pulls him to continue the passionate kiss. His tongue, now happily familiar with the other's mouth, flicks

inside and finds Turkey's. That answer made him feel a little emotional. They have the same special friends, and they have each other.

more than happy to continue said kiss. He let's his tongue roam over the familiar contours of the inside of Greece's mouth. His tongue

twirls around the Greeks as he lets out a small moan. They do have the same special friends but was that really a surprise?

's fingers roam to Turkey's mask and they light stroke under the bottom. He chases the other's tongue around, savouring every taste and

enjoying the gentle but needy movements. He tended to form his friendships separately from Turkey, and although he did know they were close

he hadn't known they were as special to him also. Not to mention that he was included at the end, that was a bonus.

brings a hand to his face pulling the mask off and discarding it to the side. He lets the Greek give chase to his tongue before he pulls

away to inhale a breath of air. "I'd give up my life for you." He murmurs against the others lips.

always feels happy when the mask is removed. It serves as a reminder that Turkey will remove his metaphorical 'mask' for him. His fingers

trace where the mask had been and he gives a watery smile. 'You *are* my life.' He murmurs back. 'I..I don't know what I'd do without you.'

kisses him again. "Marry me."

at first things he heard wrong, but then it sinks in that it wasn't his imagination. He freezes in Turkey's arms and then slowly turns his

head to look at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. 'M-mar...? Did you just say marry?'

nods...it had taken a lot to ask him but he really couldn't live without the Greek. "I did..." He was a little afraid to what Greece would

say.