Greece cracked his knuckles and closed his eyes as oil was poured on him. He took his time to get to his spot across from Turkey. The moments before they were called to start were spent glaring at each other. Greece stood still, his gaze clearly daring Turkey to make the first move.
Turkey stood still as well, going over his options. Without a second thought he chose what had previously worked best for his opponents and mixed the moves together.
He made a fake move to distract Greece- like Prussia had done- and kicked the back of Greece's knee -as South Korea had done- to bring him down.
Greece was quick to act though. He rolled over and grabbed Turkey's wrist and pulled it over his waist. With his other arm he grabbed just above Turkey's elbow and pushed him off of him and slammed him down with a loud thud next to him.
They both got to their knees and once again exchanged glares. Greece got to his feet faster than Turkey could and got to his back and put him in a chokehold, reaching down to slip his hand down inside the hem of Turkey's pants and as he did so Turkey pushed backwards and reached behind to slip his hand down Greece's pants.
Each had their hands down each others pants and it was unclear who had one until one of them would accept defeat and retrieve their hand. With Turkey and Greece glaring at each other through the corners of their eyes. It would be a long time if ever for one of them to give up.
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Hetalia- Turkish Oil Wrestling
FanfictionSo basically this is meant to be something funny written purely for laughs. It was first mentioned on IG by YouCanCallMeSenpai.