Hetalia One-Shots

TurGre : Belly Dancing

I sighed hearing the music flooding out from the mansion in front of me. I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. I was welcomed by one of Turkey's many belly dancers. She put on a warm smile and ushered me inside.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and made my way through the over-active crowd. I've always hated parties. Turkey forced me into coming with the menace of kidnapping one of my cats. Having no choice, I went.

Beautiful women offered me drinks and appetizers but I wasn't in the mood for anything. I didn't know anyone but they all seemed to be having a lot of fun. The music booming into my ears, I decided to get away from all the motion. I ended up walking through a quiet hallway with only women holding trays walking past.

At the end of the hallway was an opening with string of beads covering it. I pushed aside the strands and entered. There was Turkey. He was slouched on the many pillows in the room surrounded by many girls.

He was wearing a sleeveless jacket with nothing underneath, exposing his perfectly sculpted abs. He wore a red sarouel with a gold chain wrapped around his hips. Around his head was dark blue shawl, it's ends falling behind him. His white mask which never left his face was stuck to it once more.

He took the hose of a nearby shisha and took a deep breath then released the smoke in the air above him. He laid, resting on one arm and laughed with the girls around him.

He turned his head in my direction and spotted me. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and waved his hand. "Hey Greece! You actually came!" he exclaimed with a wide grin.

"It's not like I had much of a choice," I muttered inaudibly.

I slowly walked up to him and he motioned for me to sit. I plopped down on a soft pillow and crossed my legs. The girls around me offered me fruits and sweets which I refused shaking my head. Turkey held out the hose from the shisha for me to take. I pushed it away. "You know I don't smoke."

"Well we never know now do we?" he said smiling and inhaling the smoke from the shisha. I watched as his lower jaw moved up to blow the smoke out of his mouth making him look even more like a god.

I quickly turned my head away from him and my eyes started traveling around the room searching for something to look at.

Turkey then voiced something in his native language. All the women nodded and stood up leaving the peaceful room. I watched them leave one by one then turned back to Turkey. He picked a small pastry and put it in his mouth. He took another one and placed it in front of me.

I held my hands up in a refusing matter but he didn't stop. He leaned forward pushing the sweet on my closed lips. "Come on, don't be picky! You'll love it, I promise," he smirked, leaning on one arm. I sighed and opened my mouth letting the treat fall into it.

It wasn't too bad, it was actually pretty good, there was just a weird taste to it but I didn't pay attention. Busy chewing, I didn't notice that the girls had come back. They brought more sweets and drinks. Turkey thanked them and they smiled, then left once again.

"Here." He handed me a glass and I stared at it.

"What's in it?" I asked looking up.

"Nothing special, just taste it," he answered nonchalantly.

I brought the glass to my lips and took a sip. It was just some sort of punch although I didn't like the taste. I set the glass down grimacing.

"From the looks of your face you don't like it all that much," he chuckled taking a sip from his. "That's okay, just take these then." I took hold of the plate he handed me and placed it near me. I continued eating the square shaped pastries I had eaten before.

After each bite, I felt warmth spreading through my body. I started relaxing more and stretched my legs out. Turkey was switching between his shisha and the sweets. The room was quiet except from the faint music coming from the rest of the house.

The music changed to an upbeat tune and Turkey's head perked up. He smiled and stood up. My eyes followed his body while he positioned himself in front of me.

"I love this one," he exclaimed smiling as he held his hand out. I stared at it then at his face. He started moving his hips to the rhythm of the music, his hand still in my face.

I grunted and took hold of his hand. He pulled me up all the while swaying his waist. I started feeling lightheaded once on my feet. My grip tightened on Turkey's arm. "You know how to belly dance?" he asked proceeding to do so.

"I don't dance," I replied standing awkwardly.

"As if," he scoffed. "But that's okay, I'll teach you," he stated grinning.

His hands moved up my chest to push my arms back in the air. My eyes widened at the contact. "Now follow my lead," he ordered moving his hands over his head. I observed in awe as he moved his hands and hips with the music. I could feel my cheeks warm up watching the swift movements of the other man's body.

"Come on, let yourself go." I looked up to his face as he neared me. He walked up behind me and guided my arms. I felt him against my back as his hands wandered down to my waist pushing it to the rhythm of the music.

Before I knew it, I was dancing on my own with him. I started to feel my consciousness slip away as I drifted to the tempo. From the corner of my eye I spotted the tray of pastries from before. I immediately understood. The weird taste I felt while eating them was actually alcohol. After the quantity I ate it was normal I started to feel lightheaded.

Although, it was too late. I was already trapped into the music and continued dancing, not really paying attention to my surroundings. I glanced in Turkey's direction and contemplated him dancing more. For a guy he sure knew how to belly dance.

My eyes and mind were glued onto him and I started moving towards him, my eyes slowly closing. I grabbed the back of his neck and crashed my lips onto his. They were warm and tasted like the treats he had eaten all night.

He kissed me back but then pushed me away gently. "What are you doing?" he asked, both hands on my shoulders.

"I'm kissing you," I replied casually.

"Yes but why?"

"Well mostly, cause you got me drunk," I mentioned and he smiled, guilty. "And cause, I love you," I murmured, staring at my feet. I could feel his smile as I said that. His hands slipped down to my waist and up to the back of my neck, pulling in for another kiss.

I didn't resist and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He walked forward making me stumble backwards and he laid me down on the mass of pillows, never breaking off our kiss.

We continued for a while until my head really started to spin. I laid on his chest between his legs as he rested on many pillows, sitting him up. He inhaled the smoke from his shisha several times and played with my hair.

"What took you so long?" he suddenly asked out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?" I retorted lazily.

"I've been waiting for you to say those words since forever," he replied, breathing out the smoke.

"I guess I'm just shy, give it a rest," I mumbled, laying my head back. "Anyway, I didn't even hear you say it back," I argued, slightly pouting. I reached up and pulled his mask off, finally looking at his eyes.

I had never seen him without it, even when we used to live together. He took the mask out of my hands and set it aside. "Do you really need to hear it? After all I've done to show you how much I care for you during all these years, you're still unsure about my feelings?"

I gazed into his eyes and shrugged. "I just want to hear those words, from you, to me." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I love you, Greece."