The Awesome Book of Hetalia Oneshots

Bathhouse (Uke! Turkey x Seme! Greece SMUT)

So sorry about this, I wasn't happy with any of the other drafts so we have this thing. I don't even know anymore, I'm sowwy...

"What do you mean you want me to meet with him?"

Cyprus winced at Greece's slightly raised tone of voice. "What I mean is, I want you two to stop using me as the messenger all the time," he rested his elbows against Greece's windowsill, his head sitting in his palm. "You two have known each other for so long and yet you always fight... At least agree to meet with him?"

The kitten that sat in Greece's lap mewled impatiently, tilting her head upwards to look at him; Greece shushed her cries by bringing the soft-bristled brush back down to her tortoiseshell fur, letting it glide through it again. She purred and settled herself comfortably in his lap, immediately closing her sparkling eyes and falling back asleep. "Why would he want to meet with me...?" Greece asked Cyprus from his seat next to the window. 

Cyprus shrugged. "He just told me to tell you to meet him in the usual spot, whatever that means..."

Greece stiffened, his hand brushing the kitten faltering. At the small glare the kitten directed at him, he continued. In the usual spot...? But that would mean... 

"So, he's in Greece, is he?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't he text me?"

Cyprus shrugged once more. "Probably thought that you would ignore his text."

"Why you didn't you text me?"

"You would ignore me too," he laughed, scratching at the back of his neck in embarrassment. "So? Will you meet with him?"

Greece thought for a moment. Realistically, looking back on every other confrontation with the Turk, it would only lead to further conflict between the two. He reckoned that if he were to actually meet up with Turkey, he might end up punching him in the face. A small smirk played about his lips as he mused on the thought, all the while his hand guiding the small brush gently along the small kitten's back.

Cyprus waited for his response, his eyes locked onto Greece's face as he thought. Greece then turned to him. "I'll meet with him."

"Really?" Overjoyed, Cyprus hauled himself up into the windowsill, clambering in. He dropped down from the windowsill, landing heavily on the floor next to an amused Greece; he brushed himself off before continuing. "You'll really meet with him?"

"Yes..." he stood up, cradling the kitten gently in his arms. He gestured to his now vacant seat. "Sit."

Confused, Cyprus did as he was told, looking up at the Greek man expectantly. Greece placed the kitten down in his lap and handed the other man the brush. "Look after her, I don't know when I'll be back."

He called after Greece as he turned to leave, only for his cry to fall upon deaf ears. He looked down at the small feline in his arms, unsure of what to do. He began mimicking Greece's previous movements, letting out a sigh of relief when she began purring again, stretching out her limbs in relaxation, soaking up the rays of the sun as her soft fur was brushed.

Tourists and locals alike stared in confusion as Greece walked past- not because of his looks or behaviour, but rather because of the procession of cats behind him. It seemed like almost every stray cat in the city of Athens was following the man, their heads held high as their snake-like tails curled in the air behind them. Greece smiled fondly as they followed. There were cats of every kind, it seemed: fat cats, thin cats, old cats, young cats, ones with bushy fur, hairless ones. Tourists happily snapped photos of the line of cats as the locals carried on about their day, serving customers in restaurants and selling goods.