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No one hypes up this pic, unfortunate

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Turkey: -walks by-

Greece: So you have chosen death.

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"'eerree's Turkey!"

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It was a cheeky little kiss, yes--an extra little prize for the good things he was doing and yet there was something... It was the hand reaching behind his head that tipped him off. Oh, if they'd been up against something, there would've been no escape for Sadik, but it seemed that the Roman might be in a mood now that they were reunited again.

What's more was that there were no classes that needed taking care of, no clients to talk to, so today, he was free to do as he wished.

Romulus was certainly already doing that by manhandling him like he was, but Sadik couldn't say that he disliked it--quite the contrary, in fact and yet he still pulled away, rosy in the face, to speak and not give the Roman what he wanted just yet; his voice betrayed him though.

"Trying to ... start something?"

A cheeky little kiss from Sadik to him, eh? Romulus waited for the kiss to seem merely tender before he gently cupped the back of the man's head, and leaned him down some deepening the kiss just a bit more.

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"You're bein' way too smooth today," Sadik murmured, unable to stop his smile as he listened carefully as to what the Roman had to say. As far as he was concerned though, it sounded like some good news overall. The Roman had been using his expertise to help others in need, and he'd been thinking about Sadik as well which caused the warmth in the Turk's chest to blossom just a bit more.

Squeezing the Roman just a little closer, the smile remain bright.

"That was a good idea--I'm proud of you."

Leaning in again, Sadik's only intention was to seal his praise with yet another kiss.

"Ah, those beautiful eyes." Romulus remarked giving Sadik's nose a playful little poke before began to explain his thoughts. "I was thinking about how you have been doing recently. Especially with everything that has been going on in the world. All the ebbs and flows of being what we are -- I do not always miss it. Though I've been keeping a watchful eye and offering advice where I can."

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Hookah fun. Hetalia 1hr drawing challenge Theme colour: Beige Characters: Turkey & Latvia

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Sadik moved to shift out of his outdoor slippers to his indoor slippers in an effortless fashion after shuffling inside and closing the door.

"Not too hungry then? Alright, no suggestions for the time being then since I'm feeling the same way. Yer a big man though--bigger than me--so I just thought I'd ask just in case."

With an easy smile, Sadik briefly rubbed the back of his neck before he took a moment to stretch as he thought the offer over.

"Deer or rabbit would make a good protein for a future meal though, but I've got enough hunger in me for bread and butter at least., but as far as being busy... Yeah--it's summertime now so lots of tourists want to dance among other things."

"I'm not terribly hungry," he told Sadik as he started kicking off his shoes inside the door. "Coffee and cigarettes are fine with me."

Usually he skipped breakfast and sometimes lunch, preferring to work through on coffee and water. "Have you been busy this year? I have deer and rabbit in my freezer, if you want some"

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When Sadik was finally allowed a moment to catch his breath, the Turk removed his sunglasses and pocketed them so that he could look the Roman in the eye, cheeks much rosier than they'd been at first.

Not everything had washed away from their past nor would it ever be, but the Turk was certainly filled with much more warmth that he had been since their first reunion in the more modern day some time ago.

"So now that I'm here, are ya gonna share those thoughts?"

Romulus practically spun the man around as he kissed him gently, once, twice, then deeper again the third time. Practically dipping Sadik back in his arms before finally relenting. "You always show up when I least expect but are unknowingly needed the most. I was thinking of you just the other day and now here you are."

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The Roman's kisses never failed to make him flush with pleasure, but it was Romulus's confirmation of what Sadik had said that had warmth seeping into his chest for some reason. Perhaps it had simply been too long.

Time was like sand, easily slipping through Sadik's fingers in the tiniest of cracks...

Thankfully, the full kiss pulled the Turk's thoughts away from the route they'd taken and he responded wholeheartedly.

"Of course! I always feel like you slip past my fingertips if I am not careful!" He kept his arms round Turkey before giving him several pecks on the cheeks before kissing him fully.

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Wait, Romulus--oh, hell, he was already running over--

It is not quite crushing, the hug, but Sadik can't do anything else other than hold onto the other man in return, cheeks a bit rosy, but when he moved to speak, his tone is amused.

"You run to me and take hold like I'll disappear or something."

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He has possibly spied (1) singular Sadik. Romulus is gearing up to rush across the expanse and give him the biggest hug ever. Be warned.

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Photos from my trip to Türkiye/Muğla.

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"What?"

That wasn't the right number? It was enough to embarrass the Turk so much so that he sat down the cup of coffee that he had order, cheeks turning rosy from the unexpected situation. How could he have gotten that mixed up? All the miscommunication he'd suffered through these past couple of months with the Dutchman was all down to a little number mismatch?

Sure enough though, the Turk's face soured a little despite the honest embarrassment gracing his warm features as he insult registered.

"Now hold on a minute--I ain't that old! It was just a mistake!"

Shit. He was looking way too amused by this, and though he was annoyed ontop of his embarrassment now, he took his phone back carefully. There was no reason to take it out on his precious device after all.

"... Thanks, I guess. Still ain't old though."

Seeing as Sadik was holding out his phone for him to take, Willem didn't hesitate to take the phone from the older man, but he did hold onto it carefully because these days, cellphones were pretty expensive. Within in the next moment, he was staring down at the screen, first scrutinizing the name ( "Wim Bim" ) before taking a glance at the number itself.

Wim Bim ... really??

"...This isn't my number. You mixed the last two digits. Must be your old age."

Satisfied with the little quip, there was the barest hint of a smirk on the Dutchman's features as he moved to edit the number and switched the digits back into their rightful place. With the right number now in place, he pressed the number to give himself a ring just as a test. Only when it rang did he hand Sadik's phone back to him.

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continued with @dutchiisms.

"Hey, I did try! I swear I did!"

Scratching the back of his head lightly, Sadik peered at the Dutchman from behind his sunglasses for a moment before turning to fish his cellphone out of his pocket. Wait, no--maybe it was the other pocket.

"I can show you! Hold on!"

Ah, damn. Shifting onto his other side, his right hand moved to slide into his right pocket of his pants, feeling a bit of relief as his fingertips pressed down against a familiar smoothness. Pulling the small slab out, he quickly undid the lock with a glance from behind his shades and pulled up what he thought was the Dutchman's number. Well--it was what he had saved as the Dutchman's number, anyway, before holding it out for the much taller man to take.

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Blinking at the murmuring, Sadik wisely decided to wait for the other man to speak further and briefly adjusted the dark sunglasses on his face. Instead of his rather outdated mask--it may as well be considered a family heirloom--he'd taken to wearing the dark sunglasses he sported now for the past near decade. Outside of the initial comments, no one had ever said anything else about it, and now, it was basically second nature to the Turk. He was hardly ever seen without them unless it was for obvious reasons such as bathing or swimming... Oh, that's right, there was that...

However, the Turk was pulled away from his idle thoughts at the movement near him--João had shifted on his towel, it seemed--and once again, his attention settled on the other man again. Well, a few moments, until he spoke up, which drew Sadik's attention back to his face.

Tch. What an inviting smile.

Despite how annoying he could be at times, he really was nice to look at and yet, despite even that, Sadik was not yet ready to give the Portuguese man what he wanted. So, instead of making himself comfortable on the towel next to him, the Turk stepped a little bit off to the side, back turning to the other brunet and began to wrestle his shirt off with the excitement of a child. He'd come prepared because he was wearing a speedo underneath his warm weather street clothes, but it hadn't been a plan to swim so soon until now.

"It's nice out, it is, but... nah! Not yet! Let me get a swim in first!"

The complaints of not calling ahead, and just showing up die on his tongue as Sadiq quickly clarifies his attempts to try. João missing calls isn't the most unheard of thing, and his cellphone? Well, beyond being used to blackmail purposes might as well be alien technology in his hands.

"Ah," he murmurs at the explanation, lips pursing as a fingertip presses down his sunglasses to look up at the other man. His eyes flick down to his outfit, and back up to his face. There's little shock that he's found here by the sea, the sun beating down on the man as he tans. He rolls on the towel onto his stomach, resting his chin in an open hand.

"Aiiii, but it's so nice out, não? And you're looking a little pale. Maybe you should join me for a tan and a drink... Or two... Or five." A large grin stretches across his face, head tilting ever so slightly as he waits for a reply.

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"Not a bad idea," Sadik replied, a smile beginning to curl onto his features. "I was sort of leaning that way already really, but I guess since y' offered up a suggestion, yer of the mind to join me?" It wasn't a bad assumption, but the Turk could just as well swim on his own. Of course, the least he could do is offer it up to her in turn.

Hmm... It's a good day to swim and to get something cold to eat, but what to do first? It's definitely warm enough for both, but what'll bring the most satisfaction?

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"Well, I'm here now, so are ya gonna tell me what yer usually doin' around this time or not? I'm just lookin' for some fun while there's still a lotta daylight to burn. 'Sides, I really did try to call ahead!"

Sadik's tone was more playful than meanspirited as he looked out towards the expanse of sea spread out before them because he really did try to call ahead, but it wasn't as though he know his way around. He may as well be a tourist, honestly, and what's more, it was a miracle in itself that he had such a nice view in front of him now. / @sorte-de-vida.

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