Author/Artist: chromatic_coma @ animusia
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Egypt, Greece, Turkey ; Turkey/Egypt/Greece (three way relationship)
Warning(s): Kissing, mostly. Also, fail title.
Summary: Greece falls asleep during a meeting, and nothing can wake him up. How are Turkey and Egypt going to get him out of there?
Written using the 15pairings prompt piggyback ride.
x-posted @ aphmediterraneo and hetalia
No one could wait to get out of the stifling boardroom. The meeting had finally ended, much to the relief of every nation, with a conclusion that the discussion about, coincidentally, global warming, should be picked up in a room with central A/C.
Egypt stood, stretched his back and sighed soundlessly. He was used to the heat, sure, especially since his own air conditioning broke down at the beginning of the summer. But even worse than the heat in the room was the pungent odor created by having so many people in such a small, stuffy space. He watched as the other nations all crowded the exit, opting to wait aside until they'd all gotten out before making to leave the room. It was then that he noticed Greece, slumped against the boardroom table, deep in his afternoon nap and completely unfazed by the heat.
Picking up his bag, Egypt noiselessly strode over to where the other was sleeping. A small smile grew on his face as he brushed a few sweaty locks of hair away from Greece’s cheek. He nudged the other on the shoulder, but Greece did not stir.
Egypt sighed, looking down at the other with a rueful smile. If Greece was not waking up, it meant he lost in one of his deep dreams. One of the dreams that he never went to great detail to describe, but that he always spoke of with a sort of fond smile. Turkey was convinced that they were wet dreams, but Egypt wasn’t so sure.
All he knew was that he did not really want to wake Greece up if this was the case. Still, someone had to.
Nothing. Scowling, Egypt stood straight up once again. The room was not entirely cleared; a few nations were still gathering their belongings, or waiting for a chance to get out. Among the stragglers was Turkey, his papers still something of a mess around his full briefcase. Egypt wondered what it was that he was carting around in such mass quantities, as those certainly weren't all notes, but decided he didn't want to know.
Moving over to that end of the table, he picked up a few sheets and passed them over to the other, who gave him a lazy grin.
"Hey Egypt. What'cha still doing 'ere?"
He shrugged, gesturing back at Greece's still sleeping form. Turkey's scowl was visible even from behind his mask.
"Let 'im sleep. You're not his keeper."
Egypt gave Turkey a dry look, and placed his palm against the other's bicep gently. The two nations had known each other long enough that Turkey could understand the meaning behind most of the other's slight motions, and Egypt had a very good understanding of the best way to convince the other into doing things he didn't want to do.
So, with a heavy sigh and a few Turkish swears grumbled under his breath, the taller nation pressed his briefcase into Egypt's waiting hands and went over to where Greece was napping
"Hey, wake up. You've got Egypt's panties in a bunch, and it's fuckin' hot in here." He grumbled, nudging the other none too lightly. Greece frowned, and made a noise of discontent, but he didn't awaken.
"Can't we just leave 'im 'ere?" Turkey asked, and Egypt merely shook his head.
"But you know he's not going ta wake up."
A lopsided, sheepish nod followed. Turkey's eyebrows furrowed, and his voice took on an annoyed edge.
"You can't mean you want me to do that."
When Egypt raised his eyebrows in response Turkey swore and muttered, "You owe me so much for this. You might as well prepare to give me Marsa Matrouh."
Then, huffing, he swept the Greek out of his chair and roughly threw him over his shoulder.
If Egypt looked annoyed at the carelessness, Turkey didn't notice or care; regretfully, the jostling had not woken Greece up.
The duo walked in silence, Egypt holding onto the three cases with their belongings while Turkey held Greece up against his back.
"Ya know, I really fuckin' hate this. Can't we just leave 'im in there next time?"
Egypt, of course, shook his head.
"Stop complaining," the other answered softly, "I know you don't mind."
"Of course I mind!"
"No. In fact, I'm fairly certain you enjoy this."
Turkey scowled, but Egypt could swear that his tanned cheeks were ever-so slightly flushed. And he knew it was rude to stare, but from the corner of his eye it looked as if Turkey had his palms... strategically placed on Greece's backside.
"Sure as hell ain't enjoying it. You're deluded."
Egypt chuckled, and Turkey rolled his eyes in the slits of his mask.
"I meant what I said about you owing me, Egypt."
The other hummed in consent, and gestured to the door of the room he and Greece were staying in, their names neatly printed in Germany's handwriting on the card on the door.
"You're rooming with 'im, too?" He grunted, and Egypt could tell that for the first time it was more than just annoyance in the other's voice. Instead of answering, he offered a shrug and opened the door, allowing Turkey to enter and plop the sleeping Greek onto the first bed in the room (which happened to be his, not that he minded).
And honestly, he was not surprised when, without saying a word, Turkey turned around and pinned him against the door he'd just closed with a incessant, deep kiss.
Wordlessly they kissed, touched, and without either of them noticing Greece rose from his nap as if he could sense the passionate embrace happening feet away. He sat up, blinking until he was certain his eyes were not deceiving him, and once he was sure of what he saw he pulled a mint out of his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
After all, it would not do to kiss someone with a mouth full of morning breath.
Coming up to the two lovers, Greece grazed his fingers across the base of Egypt's back, brushing them over his waist; when the shorter male broke away from Turkey to look for the source of this touch, Greece took his lips as effortlessly as Turkey had.
Turkey fumed, caressing Egypt's jaw with his fingers and pulling his face away from Greece's. Egypt, caught between two fuming men, looked from one to the other and sighed, slipping out to stand a short distance away.
"What did we say when we started this?"
Greece sighed, "That we would play nice."
Egypt nodded, smirking a little as he raised his eyebrows.
"Kiss and make up." He prompted solemnly, though his expression was devious enough to make up for his tone. The other two looked scandalized, if only for a moment, but when it was obvious the other was not going to relent, they turned to face each other with bitter, disgusted grimaces. Neither one leaned in with any urgency; instead, there was a long, slow build-up to what was a very quick kiss.
When they looked to Egypt for approval, he shook his head. Turkey, exasperated beyond belief and disgruntled at losing access to the Egyptian nation's body, pulled Greece roughly by the shoulders and pressed him into a kiss that was all teeth and no tenderness. Greece was eagerly to return this rage, and the two quickly became absorbed in their embrace.
For his part, Egypt smiled at the display, before turning around and turning on the room's air conditioner.
A/N: I finally accomplished my goal of writing a proper Turkey/Egypt/Greece three-way relationship fic, and I give it the most failtastic title of all my fics ever. How depressing ^^
Marsa Matrouh: A beautiful, beautiful beach city on the Mediterranean coast of Egypt (I posted pics to the Mediterranean community). If I was going to take over a part of Egypt nowadays, Cairo would be too much work to fix up from all the corruption, so I'd just take that XD
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