INTRODUCTION:

According to the now-defunct website Ficlets, a ficlet is under 1, 024 words.

Stories will vary in rating and genre, but will mostly be T/T+ and humor, hurt/comfort or slice-of-life. They'll all be unrelated, so you can choose which ones you'd like to read or skip.

#1: Olympia

Summary: Turkey once loved Olympia, but we all move on, and he wants Greece to know that he isn't a substitute for his mother.

Genre: A little hurt/comfort, slice-of-life

Rating: T

Warnings: Implied sexual situations

Word Count: 454

"I loved your mom."

Greece has known this for a while.

But they are still lying among rumpled sheets and wet stains and half-empty lube bottles, so he thinks that this is probably the second worst time possible for Turkey to make such a confession.

Greece wants to say something profound here, but he's not sure how he's supposed to react. The replies "I figured," "Well, too bad," and "That's nice" cross his mind, and he wants to say them all, but in a much more eloquent way.

Instead, he just says lamely: "Me too."

Turkey whips around from his observation of the ceiling to look at Greece. He's almost positive the Greek doesn't mean it the same way he meant it. At least, Turkey hopes so.

"No," Turkey says slowly, "I mean…I was in love with her."

"Oh." A pause. "That's nice."

Turkey sees the slight crease in Greece's forehead, the barely-perceptible change in his eyes. He can tell Greece is suppressing the urge to bite his lip, or worse, to pout. It's all very endearing, in a dear-Allah-this-is-giving-me-diabetes-and-I-just-wanna-punch-someone kind of way.

"I'm not anymore," He confesses, trying to reassure the Greek.

"I hope not. She's dead."

"That's not what I meant." Turkey cuffs Greece lightly on the side of his curly head. He wants to have one of those deep, philosophical, what's-the-meaning-of-life conversations that the Greek is so fond of, but he doesn't seem to be doing a good job of it. "I meant, I moved on. We all do. That's life."

Greece keeps staring at the ceiling, and he looks very uncomfortable, like he doesn't know where Turkey wants to go with this conversation. It makes Turkey want to do stupid things, like pet his hair and kiss his nose and tell him that everything's going to be okay.

"Hey," he says, and he tilts Greece's chin with a gentle finger so that the younger man will look at him. "I just wanted ya to know. Y'know…so you don't think I still am. I, uh, I don't think of you as her."

Turkey lies down again on his back and stares at the ceiling with Greece. He just lies there for a time wondering if he's screwed everything up, if he's ruined this tentative peace that they've finally achieved in an effort to do just the opposite of that. It's a bad feeling. Maybe he's getting too attached to Greece after all. Maybe it's better to back off a little, before it gets too serious.

Greece threads their fingers together and squeezes his hand. He looks at Turkey and smiles.

And Turkey thinks that maybe, it's better to just do what he always does, and jump in with both feet first.

/end