[walking through the house, he tries not to let his gaze rest on anything for too long, lest he be lost to reminiscing]
[it's hard, though, keeping the memories at bay, and Turkey grinds his teeth to keep himself focused]
[the sudden sound of running footsteps help too, and he flattens himself against the wall and waits to see who's coming, though it doesn't sound like the Empire]
[Greece - his Greece - is being kept there and Turkey isn't going to stand for that]
[taking a deep breath and steeling himself for what will doubtlessly be a barrage of memories, he slips inside...]
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[and next to him, curled up on top of the covers, is an out of place Mama]
[she's been sleeping for some time now, though, she should be easy to wake at this point]
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*and yes, a tablecloth IS clothes*
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[it's hard, though, keeping the memories at bay, and Turkey grinds his teeth to keep himself focused]
[the sudden sound of running footsteps help too, and he flattens himself against the wall and waits to see who's coming, though it doesn't sound like the Empire]
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*around the corner zooms little Greece, tablecloth around his shoulders flapping behind him as he runs*
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[finishes up with the cloth]
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Oi, boy!
[motions to him to come over while pressing a finger to his lips]
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[aaaand rolls over to keep dozing]
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...?
*scampers over to Turkey*
Sadiq?
*looks over his shoulder where Ottoman is busy with the cloth in the other room and then back at Turkey*
You lied! You said I could be independent but other you hit me for it!
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[decides to go to check on the sleeping ones before dealing with him]
[starts walking to their room]
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...
...
[suddenly opens his eyes with a loud, rattling gasp]
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[crouches down to his level, allowing only a disapproving frown at the tablecloth, and completely ignoring what he's said about independence]
You listen to me, boy - you seen your older self 'round here, anywhere?
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