100 theme challenge

[Sadiq Adnan]

So, I found a 100 theme challenge and decided to participate. So here is the first of the themes. The name of the theme will be underlined before it actually starts. It's a really short one, less than 500 words. Please let me know if I didn't get characters right. I hope everyone can tell who is talking when.

Introduction

“Did you hear the news?”

“Ja, Feliciano, everyone here has heard. I for one am glad he is joining us again.”

“Why the Fuck couldn't that bastard just die! Hasn't he put us all through Hell over the years?”

“That is enough; we have enough business to deal without all of this chatter. Now before we start the new business, is there any old business that needs to be addressed?”

Turkey stood outside the meeting room, listening for when he was supposed to be introduced to everyone as the Republic of Turkey-no longer the Ottoman Empire. He didn’t care that Romano had just said what a bunch of other Nations were thinking, he was strong and he would prove it. Hearing Germany defending him in a roundabout way, he let a small smile cross his face, though it immediately vanished after hearing the slight uneasiness in his voice, though he was sure that he was probably the only one that picked it up.

Hearing another argument break out, he knew that it would be a bit more time before he was ‘formally’ introduced to everyone. This was only a formality, everyone already knew of his country changing names, and if they didn’t, his ever present mask would be a dead giveaway. While his mask had stayed the same, the rest of his outfit hadn’t. He know wore a brown pair of dress pants with a white undershirt, a green military jacket with a light weight scarf around his neck.

So lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize the silence that descended until he heard the door open beside him.

“Are you ready?”

Though the words were said in a whisper so no other could hear them, Turkey heard them loud and clear. Tearing his gaze from the odd painting on the wall, he followed Ludwig into the room and stood in front of the chair that was open for him beside Ludwig. He internally sighed as he realized that he was between Ludwig and Japan.

“Merhaba. I know you all known who I was in the past, but that is no more. I am now known as the Republic of Turkey, but you can address me Turkey for short” He bowed to everyone as equals and sat down in his seat, ignoring Romano’s glare and Veneziano scooting away from him.

“So, what’s the first order of business today?”

[Carina Jones]

*hugs Silv & Sadiq*
^-^ I think this is really good Silv.

[Emily Jones]

Cool! I likes.

[Sadiq Adnan]

I'm glad to hear you all like it. I wasn't sure that that whole scenario would work for Introduction.

[Elena Jones]

Oh~ I like it~.

[Sadiq Adnan]

Challenge 37

Eyes

Turkey had no idea what had happened. Once second he as fighting with Greece, and the next, Greece was staring into his eyes, completely frozen. They had each other by the shirts and Turkey had his arm pulled back to punch Heracles, but couldn’t manage to do it with Greece looking him in the eyes like that. Normally it wouldn’t matter as his mask was covering his face, but an early punch had knocked it off.

Turkey blinked and swallowed. He was trying to figure out what Greece was thinking. He looked into the others eyes, searching for some clue of what the other was thinking. The only clue he had was a look of questioning that was on the others face, and he could tell there was a burning question deep in those eyes.

… eyes that he never knew could be that shade of green before. Turkey wasn’t sure he had ever seen that color in nature before, and yet here it was, staring him in the face.

Turkey lowered his arm, but he couldn’t let go of Greece shirt. “W-what are you looking at you little shit?”

Greece cocked his head sideways and continued to stare into Turkey’s eyes. “Your eyes.”

A look of confusion crossed Turkey’s face. He had no idea what the other was talking about. “Eh? What about my eyes?”

“I never noticed how expressive they can be. I can see your every thought in your eyes.”

“What are you talking about? You can’t read anything in my eyes.”

Turkey was getting nervous. What if he really was that good see to something in his eyes that he found that captivating. Unless….He hopped that Greece couldn’t see what Turkey was hiding. For a few years now, he had been hiding his feelings from Greece, even from himself.

“I can see old pain mixed with a hit of joy and sorrow. I can see so much in your eyes Turkey; why haven’t I noticed before. Turkey….Sadiq, what are you hiding from me?”

Turkey couldn’t answer, though his breath was picking up. He wanted to break the gaze between them, but he couldn’t. “I’m-I’m not hiding anything,”

“You suck at lying and you know it.”

Turkey finally managed to break his gaze away from Greece and blushed as he looked away. “I do not…you are just really good a reading me.”

Greece tightened his grip in Turkey’s shirt and brought his other hand up to cup Turkey’s cheek, turning his head back to look at him. If it wasn’t moving as slow as it was, Turkey would have thought that Greece would have hit him.
“Tell me what’s wrong, maybe I could help.”

Turkey shook his head and balled his fist. He had to keep it from moving and covering Greece’s hand on his cheek. “You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine and I’ll be fine. “

A look of pain went through Greece’s eyes before hardening and he looked away and dropped his hands. He stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed. “Fine then, don’t tell me. I don’t know why I asked anyway, I hate you.” With that hanging in the hair between them like a heavy weight, he walked away, trying not to break into a run.

Turkey’s heart hurt with guilt at having pushed Greece away, but it was better in the long run this way. It was better that he hated Turkey than having him hate his own mother. With one last, longing look in the direction that Greece went, he sighed and bent down to pick up his mask. He dusted it off and stared at it for a few minutes before running a hand across his eyes and placed his mask back on. He walked away, shoulders slumped as if in defeat, knowing it was hopeless.

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Hope you all liked this Chandi and Heracles helped me with this.

[Elena Jones]

*bows* we are but humble servants, here to help

[Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas)]

Si!

[Carina Jones]

^-^ I like.

[Sadiq Adnan]

Ok, these are in no particular order what so ever. This one is still pre-relationship and thanks to chandi for looking over it and reed for helping me figure out what Greece said to the human girl. Plese let me know what you all think and if you see anything wrong.

Theme 2: Love

He was surprised when he figured it out, but looking back through the years, he really shouldn’t have been.

It all started back in 1999 when the first earthquake hit his land. It had been a surprise. He sustained some damage from the earthquake, but it wasn’t obvious. He received another surprise a few hours later when Greece had shown up at his house.

After hearing a knock on his front door, Turkey opened it and blinked in surprise. Not in a million years did he think that Greece would be visiting him on his own free will.

“H-Greece, what are you doing here?”

Greece shrugged and ran his eyes over Turkey before pushing his way inside of his house.

“I heard about the earthquake and thought I’d see the damage done.”

Turkey cocked an eyebrow; did Greece just check him out? “You just checked me out, what’s up with that?”

Greece blushed and continued looking around. His back was to Turkey so he couldn’t see the like pink stain on his cheeks. “I did no such thing, you’re imagining things in your old age. I was just seeing if you were injured.”

With a wave of his hand, Turkey smiled and grinned. “Sure sure, whatever you say Greece.”

Walking around the room, Greece nodded and looked around, seemly happy with what he saw before he turned back to Turkey again. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, eyes on Turkey. “Our rescue teams are out working with your citizens, aid stations have been set up and there are plenty of supplies for out there for everyone…food, blankets, medicine, and clean water…We’ve also start setting up blood donations and have already received quite the response.”

Turkey stood there in silence, stunned. He never would have thought that Greece and his country would do all that for him and his. “I-I…Thank you. You don’t know how much everyone is going to appreciate this…how much I appreciate it.”

Pushing himself off the wall, Greece walked back over and laid a hand on Turkey’s shoulder. “It is no problem, just take a few days and heal up, they need you out there.” Turkey was about to speak before he was interrupted again. “Don’t try to do anything for a few days, I know you’re injured, if you weren’t, you would be out there with the rest of them helping. “ Turkey stared at Greece again…when did he figure out so much about Turkey. By the time Turkey had thought of something to say, Greece had walked out of the house and had shut the door behind him. Looking out the window, Turkey saw Greece give a blanket to a child before patting him on the head and walking out of sight.

The second earthquake that hit less than a week later. Once again, Greece came to help, but found a worse sight than before, the damage done to the land and people were enormous. This time when he heard a knocking on his door, Turkey couldn’t answer. His muscles had spasmed while he was getting a drink of water and he couldn’t get off the floor from where he had fallen. He stayed quite, hoping that the other would go away so he could get his muscles to stop spasming and he could save his pride. Hearing the door open, he groaned and prepared to be embarrassed. Hearing himself being called for, he groaned…why did he have to see him like this.

“Turkey? Are you here? If you are, your boss wants to see you outside in…Turkey!”

Turkey smiled sheepishly as Heracles rounded the corner and rushed to his side and checked for injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere, whats the matter, why are you sitting on the floor in the kitchen?” Heracles ran his hand over Turkey’s legs checking for injuries, not noticing as Turkey’s cheeks took on a light pink undertone. Reaching down, he grabbed a hold of Greece’s hands and lifted them from his legs. He noticed that Heracles hands were shaking and he was cursing under his breath. Was Heracles actually afraid that he was hurt?

“I’m fine Greece, just some muscle spasms, give me a few minutes and I’ll be and out to see my boss. Go tell him I’m on my way will ya?”

Watching Greece walk out of the room, Turkey sighed. He wanted to call Greece back and comfort him, hold him. His chest felt tight and he felt light headed. Was he injured more than he originally thought he was? Turkey shook his head and got up, his legs were still shaking and hurting, but he knew he could make it if he went slow. He walked out the door to see what his boss wanted, all the while thinking about his feelings.

Over a decade later, Turkey figured out what he was feeling for Greece with the help of Greece himself and a human girl. Japan was visiting and wanted to see the mall he had built on his border with Greece when he heard a voice that he would recognize anywhere. Looking around the corner, he saw Greece with a girl pinned to the wall. He couldn’t believe it, was that greek pervert actually trying to force himself on someone? A look crossed his face and he tried to take a step when he felt himself being held back.

"Chotto matte Kudasai Turuko-san! Please, do not get the wrong idea! Please, calm yourself and observe again, there is nothing wrong with the scene. You are being too hasty!"

Grunting at what Japan said, he tried to listen to Heracles said and only picked up one line of the conversation.

“What's the point in having you come to my place if I can just take you here?"

The girl giggled at the comment and said something in return, but Turkey had tuned out already, he felt a knot in his stomach and a huge weight on his shoulders…he had no idea what he was feeling, or why he was feeling it, but it made him feel awful. He walked forward and stopped a few feet from the two with smug look on his face.

“Is that the best line you can come up with Heracles? Guess you aren’t as smooth and suave as you like to think you are, who would ever fall for a crap line like that?” Turkey ignored the glare the girl was giving him and just grinned at Greece.

“Shove off Sadiq, this is none of your business.” Greece glared at Turkey and using the hand that was above the girl’s head, flicked him off.

Turkey just grinned wider and looked around before focusing back on Greece. “It’s a free country, I can stand here if I want, and besides, you always liked my company.”

“Like your company? Please, I get nauseous just hearing your name, now why don’t you go jump off a cliff.”

“Cht, I can see I’m not wanted; I’ll leave, but only because I want to, have fun banging your latest fuck toy.”

Turkey walked back over to Japan and they started walking away, Japan shaking his head the whole time. A few minutes later, Turkey sighed and raised his hand to run it over his face, looking like he wanted to speak.

“Japonya, why does it hurt?”

“That is best if you discover it yourself Turuko-san.”

A month later after seeing Heracles with the same girl again and sleeping at the world meeting, Turkey had finally put all the clues together…he figured everything out…he had fallen in love with Greece

[Carina Jones]

^-^ It's good I like it. Just one thing I noticed.

"but it wasn’t oblivious."
Obvious not oblivious

[Sadiq Adnan]

Thanks, kitty. I fixed it.

[Puella Celeuos]

These are really good Silv!!

[Carina Jones]

You're welcome ^-^

[Sadiq Adnan]

Ok, so here's a long awaited update. I actually got the inspiration from the Little Boy Lasanga and the other fic with Florance. It's darker than I usually write, though I hope you all will still like it. Oh, and this is only in fanfiction world, I do not believe this is what happened with Ottoman and Turkey.

Theme 57: Sacrifice

He was slow to realize, but after a certain point, he knew what was happening to him. He had developed a small cough just before he met with Germany to form the Turco-German Alliance. He didn’t pay any attention to it, but Germany and the others in the Central powers did.

“Ottoman, are you well? I’ve never heard you cough before and I don’t need a sick person mucking up my plans.”

“Don’t worry yourself over me, I’m as healthy as I’ve even been, just worry about upholding your end of the deal.”

After the war and having his lands stripped from him, his coughing got a lot worse, to the point where he was physically sick, but he hid it. Or at least he thought he did. It wasn’t until he accidently overheard Romania and Bulgaria talking that he found out the truth, he was being called the sick man of Europe.

It finally got to the point where he couldn’t leave his house. He had been getting weaker and knew that something was going on; he knew his government and people were in revolt, but he thought he would get better once everything was straightened out. With this thoughts and his pride, he stayed to himself and didn’t get help, the help that could have saved him.

“Sadiq Adnan. Ottoman Empire. Look how far you have fallen; confined to a bed, too weak to do anything on your own.”

Ottoman looked up and smiled darkly. His voice came out darker than before, but also slightly strained. “I’ve been expecting you. I wondered how long it would take you to come for me. I’m not going down without a fight; Ottoman will not be destroyed so easily.”

His replacement laughed in his face and ran his fingers through Ottoman’s hair before leaning over him.

“Too late, your own people have requested a new country and the Allies are deciding today, and it will be in favor of a new country. That means you need to die.”

“Arthur is my ally, he won’t kill me. He knows the possibility of what can happen when a country switches names, he would not condemn me to death!”

“Your wrong. You went against him in the last fight and hurt him terrabily, that is not conductive to a good friendship, a good relationship. Remember your own saying; you can only trust yourself in the end? He’ll do it because it must be done, and you will die. I will take your place and do everything you couldn’t and wouldn’t. Your days of conquest and hatred are through. I will make up for all you did and pay for your crimes and gain much more respect than you ever had.”

“People will know you’re not me you will be killed for daring to impersonate a Nation and both countries will have fallen.” After that was said he had to curl up in a ball from the intense pain that was starting to radiate from his chest.

The replacement grinned darkly at the other, perfectly matching the others grin. “I was born of the problems that you caused, born of your failing Nation. I am essentially a new you, I have some of your awful personality a long with my own better one, They will never know I’m not you. I will become a great Nation where you have failed. I have already taken control of almost all the land, all which is left is the heart, Ankara, and for that, you need to die.”


The new representative reached forward and laid his hand on top of Ottoman’s chest before being grabbed in similarly gloved hands and ottomsn reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, yanking the new Sadiq’s head back as he sat up, growling in the process. “I told you, I’m not going down without a fight. This country has always been Ottoman and will always been Ottoman. I’ve done a lot of great things for the world as a whole and no little whelp of a pretend nation will ever take my place.”

After a brief struggle, Ottoman was on his back, breaths coming in pants as he writhed in pain from the fight and from the internal struggles going on in the country itself. He could tell that the struggles were getting worse and knew that the time was coming close when the Allies would decide on his fate.

“You have lost, and now it’s time to end it.” The new personification reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a long dagger. Lifting it above his head, the light coming in through the window reflected off of it, making it look like molten silver. The Nation below him startled to chuckle as the time came closer. The chuckles were cut off as the knife embedded itself in his chest and the life slowly drained out of him, the evil grin still on his lips. Hours later, the new Sadiq could be found enjoying a bowl of soup, that when you stirred it, you could see small chunks of meat floating around. Next to him on the couch was the folded up, blood stained clothes that the former Ottoman had been wearing. The mask, resting on top, glinted in the moonlight, almost winking to anyone who was paying attention to it.

Hundreds of miles away, Arthur lifted the pen from the paper, his signature forever affixed to the document declaring the Ottoman Empire dead and the Republic of Turkey, a new Nation, in its place.