[ drabbles ] You're Way Too Cruel For Me [ Turkey/Greece, Hetalia ]
Title You're Way Too Cruel For Me (50 Mini-Drabbles)
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Turkey/Greece (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Warnings: You know who they are, right? A little bit of; cussing/swearing, sex, some hints of shota if you choose to take it that way.
Author Notes: Written under 90 minutes. 50 1-setence drabbles done ala 1sentence, dedicated to zero_rei who inspired a few of them. Honestly I thought this set would take me days if not weeks -- instead if just… flowed out. I’m not happy with all of them, but largely I’m pleased.
They’re by turns funny, sexy, sad, random -- and can take place any time from the future to the past. Also due to the constraints of it being ‘one sentence’, the grammar is pretty horrendous.
Done with Set Delta.
#01 - Air
Like the first gulp of air after a near drowning; sometimes that’s what their kisses are like.
#02 - Apples
There are red apples on the table, gleaming in candlelight, and Greece thinks about reaching for one of them; but to do that he’d have to crawl over Turkey, and that would wake him up, and, well… it’d be a while again before he’d even notice the apples.
#03 - Beginning
“Kid, come with me,” The gruff voice and mask make Greece want to run away, even though he’s been alone for so long -- so he does.
#04 - Bugs
The cats play with the bugs that awaken from winter; Greece watches them and then observes Turkey try to entice the cats to play with him again, fruitlessly, frustration escalating as the felines ignore him and his little piece of string.
#05 - Coffee
The lips moved against his, beard scratchy, so Greece opened his mouth to protest and tasted dark coffee as Turkey’s tongue swept inside.
#06 - Dark
Turkey only removes the mask under the shelter of darkness; it becomes the cause of their first real, bitter fight.
#07 - Despair
Greece despairs when he looks around him and sees the others are free; he looks behind him and sees himself being trapped by love like his mother was.
#08 - Doors
The door opened and closed; Greece moved with a sinewy grace, aware that Turkey remained asleep -- and then tossed a bucket of cold water on the heartless bastard that had raided his mother’s favorite temple.
#09 - Drink
“Have a drink with me,” The dark voice invited, thin lips smiling seductively under the mask; Greece shook his head, finding it was harder to do so with every offer.
#10 - Duty
Sadiq witnessed the death of all the great empires and should have been glad; instead he had the sense that it was his duty to take in Heracles, and then that it was his duty to make sure the mistakes of the past would not be repeated.
#11 - Earth
If his mother was Demeter, then Greece is like Persephone, working in the garden and playing with the cats during the daytime before he retreats into Turkey’s bed during the night like Persephone descending into her husband‘s realm.
#12 - End
All things have to end; Turkey meets vivid blue-green eyes over the barrel of a gun and smirks halfheartedly; “Aren’t you going to pull the trigger?”
#13 - Fall
Every Empire knows it will fall one day, as every man knows he will fall in love; for Turkey, it becomes one and the same.
#14 - Fire
The fire crackles, consuming the wood, and despite the fact that the room is already quite hot, Turkey’s arm tightens around Greece’s waist and pulls him in even closer.
#15 - Flexible
“If I had been more flexible, would you have--” Sadiq trails off as Heracles collects his papers from the meeting board table and shakes his head, walking away, mouth pressed in a manner that would suggest he’s suppressing a vulnerable emotion.
#16 - Flying
They watch the seagulls flying overheard, their cries shrill over the thunder of waves splashing into rocks, and even thought Greece frowns, he doesn’t protest when Turkey threads their fingers together.
#17 - Food
Sticky, honeyed fingers, warm tongue slick and eager, graze of teeth, and Greece blearily wakes up to find Turkey eating ashure off his hand.
#18 - Foot
“Your feet are huge,” Greece tries to lift up the leather boot, tiny and chubby fingers gripping hard, and can’t, and he glares at Turkey when the Empire breaks into loud laughter.
#19 - Grave
They visit the Parthenon when Greece asks where his mother is buried if she’s dead, and Turkey for once doesn’t know what to say.
#20 - Green
Green when he’s excited about something, blue when he feels at peace -- and that fantastic, dazzling beryl hue when he glares at Turkey just like that.
#21 - Head
It begins with a pat on the head when Greece doesn’t break anything in the house, then the pat becomes a glide of his palm down the curve of the boy’s cranium, and then at some point his fingers simply run through the soft brown locks because he can’t stop himself.
#22 - Hollow
There’s a hollow silence when they meet again after the earthquakes, as if they want to say something but the distance between them is so wide that it can never be bridged.
#23 - Honor
“You compromised my honor,” Greece grits his teeth, looking down at him with his coltish legs on either side of lean hips, causing Turkey to laugh, “No,” risking almost certain death, he grips Greece’s backside with both hands and declares; “This is what I compromised.”
#24 - Hope
“Don’t get y-your hopes up, this is never g-going to happen again--” Heracles warned him, moaning as Sadik pushed inside him and laughed happily, too breathless to do anything else.
#25 - Light
Feather light, gripped securely with only one arm, the new Greece has Turkey’s shirt clamped tightly in small hands, face twisted with grief even in his sleep.
#26 - Lost
Greece bandages his wounds, chuckling and smirking and Turkey has the uncomfortable realization that he’s learned that smirk from him, and -- “You let Italy beat you up?”
#27 - Metal
Clang as metal sparked against metal, brutal and jarring, before Turkey gained the upper hand and pinned his former conquest down, sweating, trying to smile at the way Greece can’t seem to get his breath back, and drawls; “Just like old times, isn’t it?”
#28 - New
Books being tossed about, cats slinking in and out of the luxurious palace rooms, and the soft, warm, breathing bundle latched to his back that Turkey encounters every morning when he wakes up; all new.
#29 - Old
They sometimes feel old when they attend the U.N meetings, and can’t help but exchange wry glances even though they’re supposed to hate each other.
#30 - Peace
Turkey knows that he is forgiven and that there will be peace between them (relatively) when Greece comes over and reluctantly offers him a kitten to adopt.
#31 - Poison
They’re poison to each other, killing something inside of them every time their lips meet, but sometimes poison isn’t a bad thing, as what dies is their bitterness over the past.
#32 - Pretty
Greece’s mother had been pretty, and Turkey had harbored an embarrassingly long crush on her -- but Greece was beautiful.
#33 - Rain
Rain on the Aegean Sea, waves cresting, frothing and tumbling, and Turkey watches with a disquieted frown as Greece stands in the tempest and turns his face to the sky.
#34 - Regret
They have so many regrets between them that books could be written, quills rubbed down to nothing, and it would all be resolved if one of them could manage to be brave enough to break the silence.
#35 - Roses
Turkey comes into the U.N meeting room late, sees France sitting by a sleeping Greece who has a red rose in his hair, and gives his old ally a look that promises excruciating death by dismemberment.
#36 - Secret
Secrets are best whispered under sheets, limbs entangled, bed creaking with rhythmic thrusts; secrets are best whispered against dark hair when the moans grow too loud for the secrets to actually be heard.
#37 - Snakes
Turkey doesn’t like snakes, and he swears the cats know it, which is why every morning he wakes up with half of a dead snake on his doorstep, even though Greece laughs at his paranoia.
#38 - Snow
It always snows when they attend U.N meetings in December, and Greece never fails to nail Turkey in the back of the head with a snowball when he least expects it.
#39 - Solid
Turkey’s chest is solid, skin dark save for the scars where metal has bit into his flesh and muscle, and his chest is also warm as Greece lays his cheek on it, hearing the steady beat of the man’s heart that lulls him into sleep like a lullaby.
#40 - Spring
Spring comes, which makes it doubly more shocking for Turkey to get nailed with a snowball by Greece, who apparently saved and kept some of December’s snow in the freezer.
#41 - Stable
The stables smell of hay and of horses eager to get exercise, but the only one being ridden is Sadiq as he lays back on his elbows and watches with hooded eyes as Heracles rises up and down on his lap, head tossed back.
#42 - Strange
“So this is strange and out of the blue,” --Turkey clears his throat and offers the younger nation an unbroken Hellenistic vase -- “But happy birthday.”
#43 - Summer
That summer Turkey comes prepared to the U.N meeting; he drags Greece into the nearest empty meeting room and goes down on him with ice cubes in his mouth.
#44 - Taboo
It’s taboo to want someone this badly, that young, so he doesn’t do anything, not even when Greece rises on the tips of his toes to press their mouths together in an awkward kiss.
#45 - Ugly
As Greece discovers early on, Turkey is self-conscious regarding his mask, which makes him wonder if the man is ugly until one day he crawls into the adult’s lap and jerks it off to see that he isn’t.
#46 - War
It’s the way of their kind when they become too close, and one grips too hard; war.
#47 - Water
Hot water running, sluicing down their bodies as Sadiq threads his fingers through Heracles’ and pins the younger male’s hands above his head, moaning into that sweet mouth as Heracles reacts by sliding a knee in between his legs.
#48 - Welcome
“Welcome,” Greece murmurs as he unlocks the door of his apartment and allows Turkey inside, the quiet hum of the central air conditioning muffling the click the door makes when locked, but not their uneven, nervous breathing.
#49 - Winter
They call off the ‘cold war’ of the past year; instead Greece can’t seem to stop blushing in mortification whenever he looks at Turkey and he assumes that it’s all over and done with until Greece yanks him into a storage closet with ice in his mouth to return the favor.
#50 - Wood
The wood table threatens to crack as Greece ends up slammed on top of it, angry tears squeezing out the corners of his eyes before he aims a blow to Turkey’s midsection and ends up with his foot trapped between long, dark hands as Turkey twists him over and groans in exhaustion; “Fuck, Greece, darlin’, we are getting too old for this.”
Author: frostberryjam
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Turkey/Greece (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Warnings: You know who they are, right? A little bit of; cussing/swearing, sex, some hints of shota if you choose to take it that way.
Author Notes: Written under 90 minutes. 50 1-setence drabbles done ala 1sentence, dedicated to zero_rei who inspired a few of them. Honestly I thought this set would take me days if not weeks -- instead if just… flowed out. I’m not happy with all of them, but largely I’m pleased.
They’re by turns funny, sexy, sad, random -- and can take place any time from the future to the past. Also due to the constraints of it being ‘one sentence’, the grammar is pretty horrendous.
Done with Set Delta.
#01 - Air
Like the first gulp of air after a near drowning; sometimes that’s what their kisses are like.
#02 - Apples
There are red apples on the table, gleaming in candlelight, and Greece thinks about reaching for one of them; but to do that he’d have to crawl over Turkey, and that would wake him up, and, well… it’d be a while again before he’d even notice the apples.
#03 - Beginning
“Kid, come with me,” The gruff voice and mask make Greece want to run away, even though he’s been alone for so long -- so he does.
#04 - Bugs
The cats play with the bugs that awaken from winter; Greece watches them and then observes Turkey try to entice the cats to play with him again, fruitlessly, frustration escalating as the felines ignore him and his little piece of string.
#05 - Coffee
The lips moved against his, beard scratchy, so Greece opened his mouth to protest and tasted dark coffee as Turkey’s tongue swept inside.
#06 - Dark
Turkey only removes the mask under the shelter of darkness; it becomes the cause of their first real, bitter fight.
#07 - Despair
Greece despairs when he looks around him and sees the others are free; he looks behind him and sees himself being trapped by love like his mother was.
#08 - Doors
The door opened and closed; Greece moved with a sinewy grace, aware that Turkey remained asleep -- and then tossed a bucket of cold water on the heartless bastard that had raided his mother’s favorite temple.
#09 - Drink
“Have a drink with me,” The dark voice invited, thin lips smiling seductively under the mask; Greece shook his head, finding it was harder to do so with every offer.
#10 - Duty
Sadiq witnessed the death of all the great empires and should have been glad; instead he had the sense that it was his duty to take in Heracles, and then that it was his duty to make sure the mistakes of the past would not be repeated.
#11 - Earth
If his mother was Demeter, then Greece is like Persephone, working in the garden and playing with the cats during the daytime before he retreats into Turkey’s bed during the night like Persephone descending into her husband‘s realm.
#12 - End
All things have to end; Turkey meets vivid blue-green eyes over the barrel of a gun and smirks halfheartedly; “Aren’t you going to pull the trigger?”
#13 - Fall
Every Empire knows it will fall one day, as every man knows he will fall in love; for Turkey, it becomes one and the same.
#14 - Fire
The fire crackles, consuming the wood, and despite the fact that the room is already quite hot, Turkey’s arm tightens around Greece’s waist and pulls him in even closer.
#15 - Flexible
“If I had been more flexible, would you have--” Sadiq trails off as Heracles collects his papers from the meeting board table and shakes his head, walking away, mouth pressed in a manner that would suggest he’s suppressing a vulnerable emotion.
#16 - Flying
They watch the seagulls flying overheard, their cries shrill over the thunder of waves splashing into rocks, and even thought Greece frowns, he doesn’t protest when Turkey threads their fingers together.
#17 - Food
Sticky, honeyed fingers, warm tongue slick and eager, graze of teeth, and Greece blearily wakes up to find Turkey eating ashure off his hand.
#18 - Foot
“Your feet are huge,” Greece tries to lift up the leather boot, tiny and chubby fingers gripping hard, and can’t, and he glares at Turkey when the Empire breaks into loud laughter.
#19 - Grave
They visit the Parthenon when Greece asks where his mother is buried if she’s dead, and Turkey for once doesn’t know what to say.
#20 - Green
Green when he’s excited about something, blue when he feels at peace -- and that fantastic, dazzling beryl hue when he glares at Turkey just like that.
#21 - Head
It begins with a pat on the head when Greece doesn’t break anything in the house, then the pat becomes a glide of his palm down the curve of the boy’s cranium, and then at some point his fingers simply run through the soft brown locks because he can’t stop himself.
#22 - Hollow
There’s a hollow silence when they meet again after the earthquakes, as if they want to say something but the distance between them is so wide that it can never be bridged.
#23 - Honor
“You compromised my honor,” Greece grits his teeth, looking down at him with his coltish legs on either side of lean hips, causing Turkey to laugh, “No,” risking almost certain death, he grips Greece’s backside with both hands and declares; “This is what I compromised.”
#24 - Hope
“Don’t get y-your hopes up, this is never g-going to happen again--” Heracles warned him, moaning as Sadik pushed inside him and laughed happily, too breathless to do anything else.
#25 - Light
Feather light, gripped securely with only one arm, the new Greece has Turkey’s shirt clamped tightly in small hands, face twisted with grief even in his sleep.
#26 - Lost
Greece bandages his wounds, chuckling and smirking and Turkey has the uncomfortable realization that he’s learned that smirk from him, and -- “You let Italy beat you up?”
#27 - Metal
Clang as metal sparked against metal, brutal and jarring, before Turkey gained the upper hand and pinned his former conquest down, sweating, trying to smile at the way Greece can’t seem to get his breath back, and drawls; “Just like old times, isn’t it?”
#28 - New
Books being tossed about, cats slinking in and out of the luxurious palace rooms, and the soft, warm, breathing bundle latched to his back that Turkey encounters every morning when he wakes up; all new.
#29 - Old
They sometimes feel old when they attend the U.N meetings, and can’t help but exchange wry glances even though they’re supposed to hate each other.
#30 - Peace
Turkey knows that he is forgiven and that there will be peace between them (relatively) when Greece comes over and reluctantly offers him a kitten to adopt.
#31 - Poison
They’re poison to each other, killing something inside of them every time their lips meet, but sometimes poison isn’t a bad thing, as what dies is their bitterness over the past.
#32 - Pretty
Greece’s mother had been pretty, and Turkey had harbored an embarrassingly long crush on her -- but Greece was beautiful.
#33 - Rain
Rain on the Aegean Sea, waves cresting, frothing and tumbling, and Turkey watches with a disquieted frown as Greece stands in the tempest and turns his face to the sky.
#34 - Regret
They have so many regrets between them that books could be written, quills rubbed down to nothing, and it would all be resolved if one of them could manage to be brave enough to break the silence.
#35 - Roses
Turkey comes into the U.N meeting room late, sees France sitting by a sleeping Greece who has a red rose in his hair, and gives his old ally a look that promises excruciating death by dismemberment.
#36 - Secret
Secrets are best whispered under sheets, limbs entangled, bed creaking with rhythmic thrusts; secrets are best whispered against dark hair when the moans grow too loud for the secrets to actually be heard.
#37 - Snakes
Turkey doesn’t like snakes, and he swears the cats know it, which is why every morning he wakes up with half of a dead snake on his doorstep, even though Greece laughs at his paranoia.
#38 - Snow
It always snows when they attend U.N meetings in December, and Greece never fails to nail Turkey in the back of the head with a snowball when he least expects it.
#39 - Solid
Turkey’s chest is solid, skin dark save for the scars where metal has bit into his flesh and muscle, and his chest is also warm as Greece lays his cheek on it, hearing the steady beat of the man’s heart that lulls him into sleep like a lullaby.
#40 - Spring
Spring comes, which makes it doubly more shocking for Turkey to get nailed with a snowball by Greece, who apparently saved and kept some of December’s snow in the freezer.
#41 - Stable
The stables smell of hay and of horses eager to get exercise, but the only one being ridden is Sadiq as he lays back on his elbows and watches with hooded eyes as Heracles rises up and down on his lap, head tossed back.
#42 - Strange
“So this is strange and out of the blue,” --Turkey clears his throat and offers the younger nation an unbroken Hellenistic vase -- “But happy birthday.”
#43 - Summer
That summer Turkey comes prepared to the U.N meeting; he drags Greece into the nearest empty meeting room and goes down on him with ice cubes in his mouth.
#44 - Taboo
It’s taboo to want someone this badly, that young, so he doesn’t do anything, not even when Greece rises on the tips of his toes to press their mouths together in an awkward kiss.
#45 - Ugly
As Greece discovers early on, Turkey is self-conscious regarding his mask, which makes him wonder if the man is ugly until one day he crawls into the adult’s lap and jerks it off to see that he isn’t.
#46 - War
It’s the way of their kind when they become too close, and one grips too hard; war.
#47 - Water
Hot water running, sluicing down their bodies as Sadiq threads his fingers through Heracles’ and pins the younger male’s hands above his head, moaning into that sweet mouth as Heracles reacts by sliding a knee in between his legs.
#48 - Welcome
“Welcome,” Greece murmurs as he unlocks the door of his apartment and allows Turkey inside, the quiet hum of the central air conditioning muffling the click the door makes when locked, but not their uneven, nervous breathing.
#49 - Winter
They call off the ‘cold war’ of the past year; instead Greece can’t seem to stop blushing in mortification whenever he looks at Turkey and he assumes that it’s all over and done with until Greece yanks him into a storage closet with ice in his mouth to return the favor.
#50 - Wood
The wood table threatens to crack as Greece ends up slammed on top of it, angry tears squeezing out the corners of his eyes before he aims a blow to Turkey’s midsection and ends up with his foot trapped between long, dark hands as Turkey twists him over and groans in exhaustion; “Fuck, Greece, darlin’, we are getting too old for this.”