Hetalia A-Z Challenge

Angry

Characters: Greece and Turkey

Rating: T for mild implied sexual themes

A/N: So my friend, Kanki Youji, introduced me to the Hetalia A-Z challenge. Basically, I have to write one Hetalia fanfiction for each letter of the alphabet. I also wanted a bit more of a theme and so each fanfic will be titled an emotion as well. Kinda like a status update! xD I'm going to rate the whole thing M because I'm not sure what I'll end up writing (probably some Romano foul language and more sexual themes u/u and perhaps violence). Each chapter will also be individually rated (as you may or may not have noticed above).

For A I just had to do Angry because it made me think of when Japan tried to get angry. Then a TurkeyxGreece idea started swimming around in my head. I was a little nervous to make this my first fic because I've never really done anything with Turkey and Greece before. I looked up some history on wikipeadia and ended up getting really into it. I had fun writing and I hope that you have fun reading!

It started out as simple curiosity. Does Japan ever get angry? I for one have never seen him angry and I've heard that no one has ever seen him angry. One day I finally asked him about it. We agreed that we would both try getting angry. That simple curiosity led to events that soon spiraled out of control.

"Greece! It's been over a month now! How long does it take to develop pictures and then send me the copies?" Turkey was shouting into his end of the phone. "I let you borrow my camera and I haven't even gotten that back yet! I demand that you return it to me along with the pictures that you promised me! Oh, forget it! I'm tired of leaving messages. I'm coming over there right now!" Slamming down the receiver, Turkey stormed out of his home and marched over to Greece's house without a second thought.

In no time at all, Turkey found himself banging on Greece's front door and shouting to be let in. After a few minutes of no answer, the country took a step back and seriously considered breaking down the door until something else caught his eye. Waking from an afternoon nap between two potted plants, a gray tabby cat yawned lazily and stretched its paws out. Each toe separated and a sharp claw extended before retreating back beyond the soft fur. Slowly getting to its feet, the cat spared only a moment's glace at Turkey before flicking its tail and turning in the other direction. It had more important things to do.

The country watched the feline saunter away and decided to follow it. If he knew anything about finding Greece, it was that following a cat was more helpful than following a blood hound would be. He had used this method several times in the past and it had never failed him once, and it didn't fail him now either. The gray tabby lead Turkey around to a side yard that was littered with colorful plastic bowls filled with water and cat food. Cats were everywhere, mewing and eating and bathing and sleeping. The gray tabby joined them.

On the other side of the sea of cats was a man with brown hair. He was bent over one of the bowls and was filling it carefully with dry cat food. A calico colored kitten was rubbing up against the male, earning itself a quick scratching behind the ears. The man looked up and noticed Turkey watching him from beyond his precious cats and his simple smile faded away into a scowl. "Turkey. What are you doing here?" He raised his voice and several of the cats flinched. They had never heard such a tone from the kind man who fed them.

Quick to answer back in a slightly louder voice, Turkey said, "If you would answer my calls at least once you would know the answer to that!" Then he proceeded to wade through the fur balls to get closer to the younger nation. "I want my camera back and I want that picture of Japan!"

"Camera? Japan?" Greece's voice returned to his more laid back tone as he pondered what he had just heard. After a few moments of that, he finally remembered, "Oh. Right. I haven't been able to get around to developing that picture yet."

Without pausing, Turkey grumbled, "Of course you haven't. You know, sometimes you're just too slow. You should learn how to pick up the pace sometimes."

"And why should I do that?" Greece retorted with a snort, "So I can cater to impatient people like you? In case you haven't realized it, I have stopped trying to please you a long time ago."

"Idiot! I know that! How could I not? All the fights we've been in. I'm pretty convinced that you're actually going out of your way to do the opposite of cater to me!" By this time, Turkey had picked his way through the cats and made it to Greece.

They eyed each other for a moment of silence before Greece finally said, "Go home. I haven't developed the picture yet, so you can't have your camera back right now."

"No," the older nation said stubbornly. "I came here today to get my camera and that's what I'm going to do. Show me where it is. I'll develop the picture myself!"

Greece paused for a moment, surprised. Then he asked, "You know how to do that?"

Turkey shrugged his shoulders, "Sure I can."

Apparently, "Sure I can" in Turkish translates as "No, but let me try anyway." We spent hours developing that film. I was afraid that that idiot would ruin the picture, so I gave him a few other pictures to try first. Good thing I did because he ruined them all. He had no idea what he was doing even though he claimed that he did. I can tell when Turkey is lying. He does this thing with his eyebrows and the corners of his lips start twitching. I pointed it out to him when I was still living under him and because he didn't want other nations figuring that out, he designed a mask to wear to hide those features. I told him it looked stupid and he gave me a spanking.

Anyway, as much as I hate to admit it, Turkey is actually pretty smart. Despite not having a clue as to what to do, he figured it out eventually and he even got to be pretty good at it and I now have several pictures of my cats fully developed. Now I just need to find frames for them all.

"Okay, give me the picture of Japan now," Turkey asked, holding his hand out. Greece placed the blank photo paper gently in his hand and watched silently as the other began the process. Neither of them spoke until the picture was finally starting to come through.

"What in the world is this?" Turkey shouted angrily.

Looking in over his shoulder at the picture, Greece realized that he had made a mistake when taking the picture. Instead of a picture of an angry Japan (an extremely rare sight), there was a picture of Greece's finger (a rather common sight).

"You idiot!" Turkey started screaming, "You can't do anything right, can you? I should have raised you better. I should have been stricter with you! Maybe then you wouldn't have been able to oppose me and leave my house. Well, I'm sure you think it was all worth it, huh? I can see what a wonderful job you're doing on your own! You can now take out-of-focus pictures of your own digits!"

"Well at least I'm on my own! So what if I can't take a picture? It's better than living with you!" Greece shouted right back. His lethargic tone was gone once again and his angry voice came out. It wasn't anything new to Turkey, but it was something that was used only with Turkey. No other nation ever really saw Greece get so angry so easily. Turkey was special in that way. He always had been, ever since Greece could remember. "You think I liked living with you? Ever since you showed up and took my home from me, things only got worse! Every way I could suffer, I suffered! My economy suffered! My intellects suffered! You imposed that inferior religion! And then you made those of us who weren't part of your religion pay extra taxes or face imprisonment. Then you even…" Greece trailed off. He had broken into a cold sweat recalling his childhood, he couldn't finish.

Aware of where his former province was going, Turkey smirked and a dark look entered his eyes. "Then I even…what?" he mocked in a low voice, "Are you talking about what you called 'the Tribute of Children?'"

Greece's pupils dilated and his green eyes flashed to Turkey's brown ones. The Tribute of Children that Turkey was talking about was something Greece would rather not remember. While under Turkey's rule, one out of five young boys were taken from each Christian community and forcibly converted to Islam. Likewise, young girls were also taken from their families and put into harems. Greece, a child himself at the time, was no exception to this and he was taken by Turkey.

"Don't you dare…" Greece said in as strong a voice as he could muster, but Turkey ignored the empty threat. He was going to win this argument and he didn't mind having to stoop to such a low level as bringing up the Tribute of Children to do it.

"You know, you still look the same as you did back then." Turkey took a step closer and Greece took a step back. "Your eyes are full of fear and yet there's a strong hatred in them as well." Another step and Greece found himself pressed against the wall. "But there's something else there as well. There's a small spark that I've always loved about you." Turkey put a hand on either side of Greece's head, trapping the other between the wall and himself. "When I would touch you just right, all that anger and fear you had towards me would melt away so suddenly. I wonder if I can make you melt again."

Before Greece could protest, Turkey's lips were crashing against his own. The older nation then pressed their bodies together and held Greece's wrists securely with one hand. Greece struggled against Turkey's strength, but he couldn't get away. Finally, he managed to break the kiss just in time to let out a startled gasp as Turkey's other hand slipped under his shirt. Then Greece grew quiet and his head fell forward, covering his eyes with his soft brown hair.

Smirking at his victory, Turkey let go of Greece's wrists and slipped it under the other's chin. Raising Greece's face, Turkey looked into his eyes and said in a low voice, "There's that spark that I love so much." With that, Turkey gave Greece a gentler kiss and even got one in return.

All I had wanted was to see Japan angry. It was so rare to see him get so angry. I wonder what it was that got him into such a rage. I'm glad that I got to witness such an amazing event, but that was the starting point from where everything went downhill. I hate Turkey. He makes me so angry and yet why is it that he can make all my anger disappear like that? And so quickly too. I don't understand it at all. Until I can comprehend my feelings towards Turkey, I will continue to hate him and continue to get angry.