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Sadiq cocked his brow with sheer amusement and disgust. “Justin. Bieber.” He said gruffly. “They want that piece of trash in my turf?” He was still busy with the EU, Eurovision, economic stability and the little, screaming, tween/teen girls in his land want this cunt-twad on his house. AND HE DOESN'T LOOK MANLY, AT ALL.
Anything not manly is not welcome in his house, ever. When he asked Cyprus who this person was, his son just looked at him with the same queer expression he has now. Apparently with some research, he is from Canada. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t heard of him, he is invisible. Turkey scratched his stubble and made it clear that Bieber can come, but he wanted to welcome the man on his own style.
When Bieber arrived in Istanbul, his fans were lined up and crying his name like a god. There was that signature grin, cocky and charming, that would make any tween swoon. Turkey laid eyes on him, he was appalled and disgusted, that this… trash was here, in his turf. Greece would mock him if he hears about this; he would be the laughing stock of the EU. Sweden got his share of humiliation; he wouldn’t let this happen to him.
He felt his manliness slipping away quickly as the teen sensation walked his runway in a proud strut. Sadiq’s brow was soaked in sweat, he was quivering, he wanted to punch a bitch (or maybe the teen sensation) or something that would retain his manly powers intact. The nation mustered up his guts and ran to the teen sensation and pummeled him, hard. There were gasps and maybe teen girls crying, he made many girls cry in his lifetime anyway, and this was just a part of it. Bieber was knocked out unconscious and Turkey was screaming to take that unmanly person away, he is not WELCOME anymore in his turf.
He dusted his hands and just smirked as he watched that plane fly back to Alfred’s or Mattwho’s.
Anything not manly is not welcome in his house, ever. When he asked Cyprus who this person was, his son just looked at him with the same queer expression he has now. Apparently with some research, he is from Canada. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t heard of him, he is invisible. Turkey scratched his stubble and made it clear that Bieber can come, but he wanted to welcome the man on his own style.
When Bieber arrived in Istanbul, his fans were lined up and crying his name like a god. There was that signature grin, cocky and charming, that would make any tween swoon. Turkey laid eyes on him, he was appalled and disgusted, that this… trash was here, in his turf. Greece would mock him if he hears about this; he would be the laughing stock of the EU. Sweden got his share of humiliation; he wouldn’t let this happen to him.
He felt his manliness slipping away quickly as the teen sensation walked his runway in a proud strut. Sadiq’s brow was soaked in sweat, he was quivering, he wanted to punch a bitch (or maybe the teen sensation) or something that would retain his manly powers intact. The nation mustered up his guts and ran to the teen sensation and pummeled him, hard. There were gasps and maybe teen girls crying, he made many girls cry in his lifetime anyway, and this was just a part of it. Bieber was knocked out unconscious and Turkey was screaming to take that unmanly person away, he is not WELCOME anymore in his turf.
He dusted his hands and just smirked as he watched that plane fly back to Alfred’s or Mattwho’s.