Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.

Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!

"My wife's gone mental again!"

APHAPHAPH

"Sadiq, the new Christian Slaves are here..."

"From where?"

"England, Scotland, and a few from France. Our ships are still working on France... Do you want to pick some out to..."

"Yes, yes... Just line them up outside."

"Already done..."

Turkey smiled behind his face-mask. "Good."

Turkey grabbed a blond, tired man with bushy eyes. "Him..." He looked through the line of people still.

"Are yar so poor, ya' have to resort to selling people now?"

Turkey chuckled at the angry Scottish man. "...And this one."

England and Scotland were taken and escorted to a separate, small building with a stairway going down to a prison. Ireland was already down there.

"Arthur!" Ireland screamed by instinct. England and Scotland were shoved in the prison, where Ireland squeezed Scotland.

"We see you later after Sadiq decides what do with you..."

"Scotland, what's going on...?"

"I'm... Not sure... God, I need a smoke right now!"

"You look tired, England. You should rest while you can... Before we get interrupted again, that is."

"Yeah... Okay..."

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A few days later, the same routine happened. This time the boats were carrying people from both Spain, France, and a little from Spain.

"Let us go! You Turkish FREAK!"

"Lovino, please calm down... Yelling will just get us hurt..." Turkey's people needed to hold back the two Italian bothers, once from tearing Turkey to bits, and the other from trying to stop his brother physically.

"I'm gonna keep my eye on you, I think~! Send him, and his twin brother..." The two Turkish men that were already holding them started dragging them out of the location.

"Lovino! Let go of my Lovino!" Turkey spotted Spain and smiled, pointing at him.

"The noisy Spaniard, as well." Turkey kept on checking every body out in line, one by one until he finally saw the blond he was looking for. "Ya're so pretty..." He took France's chin in his fingers. "Bring him... Into my room. Lock the door.."

"Sadiq?"

"I'm going to keep this one for my self..." France barely tried struggling, if you could call it that. He let himself be dragged across the rocky surface, feeling a bit of itching relief against the bottom of his feet.

"...That's it for today, I think." Turkey left the line of people to go follow his new pet.

"Three of them this time?"

"Well, there's two Italies..."

"Big brother France should be here, too!"

"Great, they got that frog-bastard here, too?"

"He should be here by now... Provided they're only imprisoning nations down here..."

"Well then, where is he!"

France was scratching himself everywhere. Bugs were biting him and sucking on his blood every day on the boat, and his hands were bound to the wood, making it impossible for him to swat the bugs away. He groaned in frustration. He couldn't hear the door open.

"What are ya' doin'?"

"Mosquito bites... They were everywhere on the ship..."

"Well, don't scratch 'em! Stop that!"

"I can't... Too... Itchy..."

Turkey dragged him out of bed and out of the room. "Make sure some cream to relieve mosquito bite's made. The sooner, the better."

"Yes sir!" The guards left them, barely acknowledging the naked french man.

France was brought to a dungeon-like room with chains and a crank in it. His limbs were locked to the floor and ceiling. Turkey turned the crank so the slack the chains gave France grew smaller and smaller until he could rub his legs together.

"Normally, like ya' can probably tell, this would be used for dislocating bones dangerously, but fer ya'? I'm going easy on ya'... I just don' want ya' scratching yerself, makin' those bites worse fer ya'... Though I should do something about your fingers, or at least about your finger nails, so you can't scratch your palms anymore. Don't'cha worry, though. It wouldn' be painful. I would just tie yer fingers together or somethin'."

"Where's the others...?" France asked under his breath.

"Ther' in a prison underground."

"What? Why? And why aren't I in there with them?"

"Because yer too pretty for prison. Ya'll love being my pet, eventually."

Turkey, as soon as he got the requested medicine, started spreading it all over France's body, having to go even to his groin area to dab some on there, and went back up. "Oh, crap... We're gonna haf'ta put yer hair up..."

After getting a tie and putting France's hair in a bun-like fashion, he started putting the creme on the blond's shoulders and neck. France groaned in pleasure, making Turkey chuckle. "Ya' like that?" France nodded weakly. "Ya' must be hungry, and thirsty, as well. I don' wanna let ya' loose yet, but I won' feed ya' scraps or somethin'. I'll actually feed ya' somethin' good."

"I appreciate it..." France was too tired and drained out to fight anyway.

He was given a glass of water and some Bademli Tavuk- chicken soup with almond. "I dunno if I should let ya' go tomarrah, or wait a few days... Well, ya' can just tell me how ya' feelin' tomarrah..."

APHAPHAPH

Himayura kind of made Scotland!

But it lacks eyes so far... XD