Scarf problem.// Russia x Turkey.

It's start with Ivan's cat

Turkey's pov.

I was walking down the street as my usual but I was in Russia, damn. That Ivan invited me to his party, goddammit. I thought, as I arrive at Ivan's house. Slightly, a snore came out from my feet. I jumped and look at what it is.

"Fuck you you damn...... cat?" Yes, it's a Siberian cat. I cant help but pick it up. It wake up and look at me. It have a violet eyes,which remind me of my cru--- no,I didn't have a crush on him..... okay again, which remind me of Ivan. I saw its big nose and laugh.

"It's cute da?" Somebody said from behind me, I look back and saw Ivan.

"It is." I nodded, a Russian smile and said.

"Welcome to the party da. Folow me then." He walked away with that cat running follow him. That make me wonder how the fat cat like this can even run?

"Sadik? You are here too?" I look at the sound, fuck no.

"Merhaba Hercules." A Greek roll his eye and follow the cat. He smile as he picked a cat up.

"Fluffy~" He buried his face into the cat's soft fur. Ivan look at me and said,

"Uhm. Sadik? Will you go to the party--?" He ask unsurely.

"Oh, sorry. And of course I want too! I've heard that you can cook dont ya?"

"How is it related to this?" He get closer to me and stare right into my eyes.

"Ivan? I-I feel a little bit uncomfortable, can you please get away--?" I said. Raised my eyebrows.

"Sorry da!" He look away. 

"Allah." I rolled my eyes.