Ugh, I totally hate this chapter. I had horrible writers block for this and then I had an idea and couldn't get it out the way I wanted to. Just blah. Okay so this is the last chapter, hope someone likes it 'cause I'm probably going to rewrite it when I get the time.

Fragments 6

Francis was thrilled. His eyes lingered on the blush rising in Arthur's cheeks before flicking over to Alfred's similar blush of rage. It may have been cruel and he may pay for it later, but who could resist the temptation of both angering and deflating the ego of one of the world's strongest superpowers? It would have been madness to keep this wonderful information to himself – though technically Arthur was involved as well, but he didn't count – especially with Alfred starting arguments simply to gain some of Arthur's attention. Though maybe he could have picked a more private area than the middle of a world meeting, but who would have thought him grabbing Arthur by the collar and kissing him would be the thing to calm everyone down? Perhaps he should do it more often, Germany would certainly be thankful.

Besides the fact that the stuffy Brit had actually kissed him back – not the ambassador of horniness, indeed – Francis was thrilled with the lovely puce color making its way from Alfred's neck up into his ears. If only he had known that kissing Arthur would bring out that color sooner, oh the fun they could have had – or rather, the fun he could have had. Francis smirked in happiness while Alfred continued to stare in weakly strained disbelief. Yes, this plan had turned out splendid indeed.

Ludwig stood from his chair, Feliciano clinging to his arm, and called the meeting back to order by coughing awkwardly into his fist.

"If you are done, can we get back to the matter at hand? Some of us would like to get something done...for once."

And just like that, Alfred exploded. Well, in his mind he did. In his mind he called Francis and Arthur every name he could think of and maybe got in a few punches to mess up the frog's pretty face, but he couldn't really do it. He knew he deserved to have both Kiku and Arthur taken from him. Knowing it was what he deserved did not ease the pain though. He was quite proud that he hadn't given into his childish side and screamed and pouted until he got his was. What he was not proud of was the fact that he walked out of the meeting, calling it to a close as he did. It wasn't as if they could continue without him, so the other nations began to pack up, grumbling about the lack progress they continued to achieve – their bosses would not be happy, again.

"Ve~ Ludwig! Can we stay? I want to watch England and Big Brother France some more!"

Feliciano clung to Ludwig's waist, attempting to keep him in his seat so he could watch the fight the other nations were smart enough to avoid. Ludwig untangled himself from the Italian long enough to stand and pack his papers before he had a pair of arms around his neck and a set of brown eyes staring into his.

"Italy, we need to get going. You can watch England and France fight any other day of the week." He tried to gain his personal space back, a futile attempt if he ever saw one, but was stopped by hands moving from his back to his hair.

"Ve, then we can do something else? It will make Ludwig very happy."

He felt his throat go dry as he was dragged from the room, hopping Feliciano was not going to simply show him a new type of gelato like last time.

~*~

Arthur turned on Francis the moment the door closed behind Ludwig. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glowed, he was ready to strangle Francis until he turned the same color as his flashy uniform, but the Frenchman didn't budge from his spot.

"You bleeding moron! Since when do you get to decide whether or not I date you?! I said I would think about it! That means if you're lucky you get a chance to prove that you are not just some fucking perverted bastard, not that you can just grab me and kiss me in front of the entire world!"

"Perhaps, mon cher, you should not kiss back if you intend to complain so much after. Besides, Amerique seemed very...pleased with the decision, you could take a few hints from him." Francis smiled, crossing his legs and gazing over his fingers at Arthur. Yes, his plan turned out perfect. He got Alfred out of the picture and Arthur back to his angry, British self. The last few months where Arthur had practically ran from Francis and Alfred whenever they came in sight had been getting quite annoying. Arthur really did look better angry with that small trace of embarrassment than simply scared and embarrassed.

"My kissing back is beside the point, frog face! Maybe I just happen to enjoy the way you kiss." Arthur's cheeks darkened and he looked away as if ashamed.

"Glad we finally agree on something, mon Angleterre, the pattern was becoming quite barbant." Francis received a smack to his head for his troubles.

"Git, don't be so cocky."

"Only for you, dear."

"Pig."

"The only way you like it, Master of Horniness."

"Yeah, yeah, we all know..Wha-! Hey! I am not the Master of Horniness, you fucking pervert frog!"

Francis gazed calmly up as Arthur glared at him. "Oh? I seem to remember very vividly just how masterful you can be, cheri."

Arthur sputtered helplessly as Francis continued to smirk playfully behind his hands. It took a good minute before Arthur seemed capable of forming coherent sentences again, though when he opened his mouth to speak he found his words swallowed by his companion. And, bloody hell, did that send the words he had been ready to spit out disappear. He fought valiantly, but in the end was conquered by the persistence of the man that now had him pinned to the meeting room's long table.

"So, mon Angleterre, are you ready to admit it now?" Francis nipped at Arthur's newly exposed collarbone, nearly giggling at the intake of a shaky breath he received.

"Are we talking about the horniness or our relationship?" He laughed quietly, letting his breath ghost over the reddening skin, at the answering question.

"I believe the relationship status to be of slightly more importance, Arthur. Though, if you want, I can prove to you that you are the Master of Horniness."

"Coming from the man pinning me to the table."

"Point taken. Now answer and I'll give you a treat." He continued his trail down until he met the tie he had loosened earlier and made his was back up to hover next to Arthur's ear. "Answer, Angleterre, and you can pick what we do next."

Arthur swallowed thickly, debating quickly on his answer. He had thought about it quite a lot in the last few weeks and he did agree that Alfred had been – a rather regretful, based on current relations between the two – fling brought on by the need to feel...needed by someone who had abandoned him. Francis was...a leap from a cliff, if not even more precarious, but he had to admit he found himself thinking more of his neighbor than he used to. The fond smile he'd noticed had been interesting as well. No, his relations outside of pure friendship, if they could somehow retain that, with Alfred were over; he could freely attempt to discover if what he felt for Francis could lead to anything else.

"Fine, you annoying wanker, I'll try and push aside my disgust to date you. But one move on another person, human or otherwise, and I'm gone, ya' hear?"

"Crystal clear, mon cher. Now, your place or mine?"

~*~

Sadiq was following them again. The man had taken to following Heracles and Kiku after meetings, turning up in either country during non-business related visits and generally just invading their privacy. This day was meant to be special, too – it had been six months since Kiku had officially given up on Alfred and the couple wanted a celebration of sorts.

They or rather Heracles as it had been his idea, had set up reservations at one of the many popular – and extremely expensive – restaurants run by Feliciano's people. After which they were supposed to go to Venice for a gondola ride both Italians had raved about or to to take a look in one of the many museums the country had to offer. But it all seemed far less significant with Sadiq following them and ignoring Kiku's continuously polite attempts at asking the man to leave. Heracles had tried to ignore the man, if only for Kiku's sake. He detested the fighting between the Mediterranean nations and had told them both that he would not be cleaning up their messes anymore. Of course, the only way to keep the fights from starting was to pretend that Sadiq didn't even exist – which was easier said than done when the man was staring at his boyfriend like a piece of meat on display.

The look in the man's eyes pushed Heracles over the line of trying his best to ignore the man to trying his damned hardest not to beat the bastard with the most available pillar – he could pay for property damage after all. He believed himself to be doing a very good job of it too, until he saw Sadiq's hands move from his side where they belonged to Kiku's hair, extracting a leaf that had decided to claim the area as its new home. It was no help that Kiku's cheeks darkened and the shy thank you he offered the man was infuriatingly adorable. He was seconds from beating the man with a chair when he glanced over Kiku's head to smirk at him as if he knew something Heracles didn't, followed by a crude gesture that would surely have killed Kiku has he seen it. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the small voice and delicate fingers that caught his attention. The fingers tightened around his, tugging down slightly. Heracles, reluctantly, took his eyes from the satisfied man to face curious chocolate eyes.

"Is this the restaurant, Heracles-san?"

he looked at the building they had stopped in front of, noticing that it was, in fact, the restaurant he had called earlier that week. He nodded to Kiku, a small smile playing on his lips. At least now Sadiq would have to leave them alone.

"Well, I believe you can leave now. Our reservations are only for two and it seems far too busy to accommodate you and your ego as well." Heracles didn't even bother to try and sound remorseful, he knew it would come out more pained and exasperated than anything else.

"Oh? It seems quite empty to me. We could certainly ask if they could fit one more person, couldn't we Kiku?"

Sadiq glared violently at Heracles, daring him to ignore Kiku's view of the matter.

"No, I believe it's better if you let us have diner alone, Sadiq-sama." Heracles was tempted to break one of the rules he set for himself and kiss Kiku in public. The only thing that stopped were Sadiq's next words.

"No matter, I'll simply get my own table."

~*~

He could kill the Italians that ran the restaurant, he really could. There was absolutely no doubt that they were Feliciano's people when, instead of noticing the glare Heracles and Sadiq were gracing each other with and sitting the Turk on the other side of the room, they thought the trio great friends and not only brought him in without reservations – which a big sign had said was impossible – but sat him at the same table as the couple. It probably wasn't as bad as it appeared to him – Kiku was sitting far closer to him than Sadiq – and it would have been relatively easy to ignore him if it weren't for the fact that he had moved the topic of conversation as many times as Feliciano usually would before sticking to what seemed to be his favorite – his and any other nation's he could think of sex life. Heracles didn't particularly care, it was far more normal to discuss such things in his country, but Kiku could hardly get his food in his mouth he was shaking so hard. He was tempted to laugh at the man for his timidness, they had been intimate for six months and he still couldn't stand to hear about things he deemed inappropriate for public outside the house, but settled for a small smile when Kiku glared as if he could read his mind.

"Sir, can you please lower your voice? You're bothering some people." A waiter asked Sadiq quietly after a particularly loud announcement about a woman he had been with a few nights ago.

"The hell I will. You can't fucking tell me what to do, I'm Turkey dammit."

The waiter gave him a confused look, turning to Kiku and Heracles for some kind of help. Heracles simply smirked and tried not to laugh at his fellow nation's idiocy while Kiku apologized and promised that Sadiq would be quieter. Of course, five minutes after the waiter left Sadiq continued from where he left off as if to spite the rest of the restaurant.

After paying – and more than enough apologizing on Kiku's part – the trio headed for an art museum the waiter had recommended. Heracles had hoped that Sadiq would leave them be so he could enjoy actually enjoy something with Kiku, but he was sadly disappointed when the man continued to follow them. Though with his insistence to be as loud as possible, it was likely he would be kicked out in the first few minutes.

He didn't have to wait long to see that he was correct. A security guard came over to them just ten minutes after entering a section devoted to Turkish artifacts when Sadiq decided it was polite to complain loudly of how the Roman Empire had stolen all the pieces on display and that he should start a war to have them brought back to his country at once. He stopped complaining out loud when they left the room, but started with yelling about how he was a far better empire than Rome ever was and demanding the respect of anyone that was unlucky enough to walk into the room. After entering a room for Ancient Greek artifacts, Sadiq was dragged away by some very lucky security guards when he claimed that all the artifacts there had been stolen from him and attempting to put them in his pockets to 'preserve their rightful place in his history' – the only reason they were lucky was because Sadiq was too busy laughing to fight them off.

Kiku sighed with relief as Sadiq was taken out of the building. He apologized for his rudeness – which Heracles tried very hard not to be jealous over since it was only in Kiku's nature to take blame for things that were not his fault -and sighed again when they were left in blissful silence for the first time in hours.

"Do you want to keep looking or should we head back to the hotel for the night?" he asked, shyly lacing his fingers through Heracles' again.

"We can stay as long...as you like..."

He smiled at the blush that built in the pale cheeks as he brushed a strand of hair that fell over Kiku's eyes away. He smiled wider when he felt the delicate fingers in his slip out of his grasp to join its brother on the nape of his neck.

"You are breaking a rule..."

"Perhaps." Kiku kissed him lightly, keeping it chaste as they were still in public regardless of the fact that they were alone at the moment.

"We should head back. Sadiq-sama is probably waiting for us outside."

Heracles restrained a groan of frustration at the thought. He knew it was true and that Kiku was most likely tired from the long day and the plane ride earlier, but he wanted to bask in the silence for a while.

True to Kiku's word, Sadiq was sitting just outside the doors waiting for them. He jumped up as they exited.

"I thought you two would never get the hell out of there. My ass is sore."

"If you had left when we asked you to earlier then you wouldn't have that problem." Heracles managed to keep the malice from his voice, almost.

"But then I would not have been able to give the adorable Kiku a kiss good night." Sadiq smirked at the two, knowing very well what would happen next. Heracles would get upset and lash out, try to teach him respect or something like that, while Kiku would simply watch the fight with apprehension before trying to break it up. Predictable, like clockwork.

Only the punch never came. All he got was a confused "eh?" from Kiku and a nice view of their backs as Heracles led them to their hotel. Well, that just wouldn't do.

He grabbed Kiku's wrist, pulling him back and holding him just tight enough that he wouldn't be able to get away but he wouldn't be in any pain.

"Sadiq...-sama? What are you doing?"

"Let him go Turkey." Heracles glared at him furiously, keeping his grip on Kiku's hand firm at the awkward angle.

"No, I think I'll have a bit of fun first, if you don't mind." Heracles opened his mouth to say that, yes, he minded very much, but Sadiq didn't give him a second to get out the first syllable. "Great." And his lips were on Kiku's.

Heracles snapped.

He pulled Kiku out of the way and hit Sadiq with all he had until the man was lying on the ground beneath him. He kept going, connecting with every inch of the man's body he could reach. Sadiq didn't even bother to fight back, having already planned something like this happening. It didn't matter much, he had gotten his message across and he would most likely receive far worse in the future.

"When you are done, can you tell Kiku that I plan to make him mine very soon? You should prepare yourself as well, little Heracles, I do not intend to be gentle."

"You will not be touching Kiku, Turkey."

"And you will eat your words."

Heracles scoffed, taking a flustered Kiku by the hand and leading him away silently.

"Soon you will both belong to Turkey."

End! Damn this took way longer than I thought. Does anyone smell the sequel? I don't know why but I wanted to make a sequel to this. It will probably be a while away, like March maybe, but it will have chapters alternating between Kiku and Heracles and Arthur and Francis trying to deal with Sadiq and Alfred trying to break them up. Yeah I have no idea why I wanted to start another fic.

Anyway! Tell me if you think I should change this chapter. I probably will anyway, but ideas and such are good.

Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed this! I love you all to death! You're the reason this is one of the very few stories that I actually finished.