Both men stared at me with awe as I finished my story. I smiled at them sadly and suddenly, Turkey enveloped me into a hug.

He whispered Turkish words of comfort into my ear. Greece looked shocked. Then, his eyes filled with sadness and he held my hand.

I wiped my eyes, "It's okay, really. It's been, god, decades. It still hurts though, that he never came to see me." I said from inside of Turkey's hug.

"It's not alright," He murmured into my hair, "I'm not good with this stuff, you want to just get some really sweet food back at my place?"

I smile lightly into the hug and nod. He releases me and pulls me up and rips my hand from Greece's.

"Then lets go!"

I look back at Greece confused, "Uh, bye Greece! See you later! Say bye to Kiku for me!"

Greece waves awkwardly back. We are close to the Greek-Turkish border, so we are in Turkey very quickly.

He pulls me into a restaurant and orders something in rapid Turkish. I sigh, knowing I have no way to translate.

"I ordered the sweetest thing on the menu." He says joyfully, as he's always loved sweets. I smile at him, but then his face is serious. As much of it as I can see, seeing as he always wears a mask.

"Look, Jin, he doesn't deserve an amazing woman like you." He says with charm. I look at him, his curly brown hair and warm tanned skin, and am happy he cares for me. I smile at my friend.

"Thanks, Sadiq, I appreciate it-" He cuts me off.

"No! I'm serious! What was he thinking? If I were him, I would have followed you, damned the consequences!" He says with an angry air. I can feel the air chill and I know his former Ottoman disposition is coming out.

"Sadiq, calm down. What's done, is done." I say simply.

The air got colder and he spoke again, his accent more prominent, "And yet, it still hurts you. He should be punished."

I got angry and my blood felt like it was on fire, "Stop it, Sadiq! People are watching." I hissed. This seemed to snap him from his Ottoman Empire personality.

He looked around and the smirked darkly at all the people and they looked away quickly, "What people, Jin?" He smirks at me.

I rolled my eyes at the Turk, "You're such a dick."

"You love it." He says confidently.

I am suddenly hit with the urge to pull off his mask. To see his eyes, but I resist it. Our sweets arrive moments later.

His posture lightens and he smiles happily at the dessert before him. He digs into he food at a crazy rate. I eat much more calmly and smile at his antics.

I take small bites and study the man before me. He is wild, but strong, kind, but dangerous, and my best friend. I close my eyes and smile.

When I re-open them, he is staring at me. I feel and odd feeling in my stomach as he looks at me. I can't read what he is thinking, because his eyes are covered. I feel my breath catch, as I can feel the intensity of his gaze.

My heart hammers against my chest and I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

He chuckles silkily, "Something you wish to say, Jin?" He's smirking and I want to hit him. Hard.

I narrow my eyes at him and am going to say a sharp retort, but he laughs again and I feel my reply die on my tongue.

The air grows heavy and every breath I take feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. He reaches over the table and holds my small, pale hand in his tanned, large one.

The bastard is still smirking at me and his scent of spice hits me.

"America is one stupid son of a bitch, Jin." Then, he pulls his hand from mine and I feel myself missing it's warmth.

We continue to eat but the air is so much heavier and I feel so odd. The feeling I feel is something I have not felt since Alfred.

We finish quickly and we stand up and leave. We walk out of the restaurant and onto the cool streets. I realize that it is night. The night wind ruffles my once neat black locks.

I look hesitantly to Turkey, and he seems lost in thought. I tug his long sleeve and motion for us to walk. He smiles and we do.

We walk about a block in awkward silence before his deep voice cuts the silent night air.

"I'm sorry about the restaurant, if I made it uncomfortable." He says.

I shake my head and look at the man.

Before I can realize what I'm doing, I have slipped his white mask off and am staring into olive green eyes. They are wide, and expressive and so much very like the man.

His eyes begin to smolder within a few seconds, and he smirks his dark smirk.

"Curious aren't we, Jin?" He says seductively, and grabs both of my hands. He pulls them to his face and kisses the palm of each one. I look at him and realize, I enjoy the feeling.

My heart beats fast and I pull my hands from his and throw my arms around his neck and press my forehead to his.

"Well hello, Jin." He says teasingly.

"Shut up, Sadiq." I say, narrowing my eyes.

He smirks and kisses me passionately.

He's not America.

No, he's so much better.

A/N: I'm sooooo sorry it took so long! My life has been very hectic! So here's the end. I may or may not do a few one-shots involving Jin. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story.

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