Author Notes-Alright the wait is over. Here's Turkey after the world meeting.
-Chapter 7-
Turkey looked around his house making sure everything was where it should be before starting to undress. And though it sounds strange he actually took off his shirt without taking his mask. He's able to do that at this point because of how uncomfortable he feels without the mask on. World meetings are such a pain, he thought to himself as he put on his purple robe.
He picked up his 1999 flip phone and thought about inviting Japan over, before hearing a large crashing sound. Without really thinking he shoved the flip phone into his pocket, wondering who had the guts to break into his house. He grabbed his handgun from his underwear drawer "Whoever that was you've got some nerve!" he yelled as he adjusted his mask while walking. Hungary had gotten into his house once and attacked him, but that was when she was young and foolish.
He stormed out of his bedroom looking around for where the noise came from when he heard a voice that sounded like his "Da ne?" it sounded colder and harsher than his voice. Turkey followed the voice down the stairs walking through the living room and to his kitchen where the noise had come from. And stopped breathing.
In his kitchen was a man that looked like him, but wasn't him. His pants were baggy and both of the knees had blown out, and his shirt was a tank top that had red stains that looked like blood. It was his face that had shocked Turkey so much. It would have looked like his, had it not been for the blood and scaring. His skin had been carved into making a permanent mask in the same shape Turkey's was in. You could see that every time the skin started to close and heal itself it was carved into again. It was such bloody horrible mess and it was on a face that looked just like his.
Sadly though Turkey has been through a lot he wasn't prepared for this horror and started shaking visibly, he pointed his gun trying to get a good aim but his hand wouldn't stop moving. "Get the fuck out of my house." Turkey said trying to banish any fear from his voice, but the truth was that he was so horrified that this person could've walked out of his house and never be seen again and Turkey would still be emotionally scarred for life. But the horrifying person didn't do that, he looked at Turkey's shaking hand holding the gun and glared, wrath in his eyes "Where's Hungary?" Turkey looked at the person confused. He started to walk over to Turkey without any fear of getting shot "Where is she?" Turkey shot at him. However his hand shaking so it didn't take much effort for his intruder to move out of the bullets way.
Turkey started back away as this horror that looked like him approached him, he stuttered "S-she's not here, you and I are the only ones here." Turkey's heartbeat pounded loud and hard. He was having a hard time keeping it together in the face of something so terrifying, the bloody man growled "She has to be here! We were both hit by those black beams!" the man quickly walked over to Turkey who was so confused and scared that he had stopped moving. He leaned over Turkey making some of his blood drip onto his face which only contributed to his fear "I don't like that you hide your face. And I don't like people who hide the truth. So how should I deal with you?" he took the gun out of Turkey's hands which were shaking.
Turkey got caught in his throat as he tried to keep himself from tearing up from fear. He forced his legs to take him away from this sight, he ran through the living room and up the stairs. Without really thinking he ran into his bedroom and locked the door. Adrenaline pumping through his veins he tried to figure out what to do, he could hear the attacker walking up the stairs. It was too late to leave the room, but his room had no windows or ways to escape. He was weaponless, and it was hard to think straight.
He heard loud thumps in the hall and the voice that was like his but colder yell "Where is she?! If she's not here you better take me to her or else!" despite as pathetic as it may have looked he opened his wardrobes doors and stepped inside then closing the doors and trying to keep as quiet as he could. He tried to listen to what was going on but his own heartbeat was so loud he could barely hear the man's steps.
