[APH] Reach
Title: Reach
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: Turkey, Greece
Genre/Rating/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort/G/none
Summary/Excerpt: Basyurt in Elazig province is hit by an earthquake and Turkey’s injured. Greece comes over to help. A short fic.
A/N: THIS. D: I have a strong feeling that I shouldn't be doing things like this. /twiddles thumbs/
Reach
Turkey gets them every now and then, but every time they happen, he’s hardly prepared for it, unless he channels their seismologists, which he doesn’t.
It’s the ungodly hour of four in the morning. There’s a stirring in his gut that something isn’t right. It’s a familiar feeling recently but he can’t place his finger on it. The ground starts shaking and he knows there’s something about to happen somewhere (East perhaps) and it’s bad and big, but it doesn’t hit him till his wrist snaps (an electric shock runs through his entire frame)…
“Shit!”
…and he falls out of bed and blacks out.
- - - -
Greece is angry but there are tears in his eyes. It’s five in the morning and he finds himself standing in front of Turkey’s house. The capital looks safe, but it’s all over the news, Elazig was hit by a 6.0. With shaking hands, he calls America while trying to open the door.
It’s locked of course. Frustrated, Greece fishes the spare key from his wallet and almost kicks the door down.
- - - -
Fuck. Fuck. Turkey doesn’t know what hit him. Or maybe he does. It’s a fucking earthquake and it hit him like a fucking truck. He finds his right wrist bent at a horrible angle and the ugly purple-blue spreading across the skin tells him it’s bleeding inside. Eleven casualties, his mind dictates. No…they’re increasing.
He feels nauseous. A sound by the living room makes him snap to.
Not now, fuck. An earthquake and then intruders in his house. Ow, ow shit he doesn’t need this.
“Sadiq!”
…it’s Greece.
It’s an absurd feeling, for anger and relief to flare at the same time.
“In my room you brat!”
He flinches slightly as the bedroom door flies open. Greece is panting from his own panic, clutching a cell phone in his hand. “I heard from America it measure 5.9 and had a depth of 6.2!”
Turkey frowns, wondering what he was to do with this information but any comeback he’s able to garner through the intense pain vanishes when Greece all but hoists him to his feet.
“I’ll get this fixed! God, don’t scare me like that!”
“…how long have I been out?”
Greece drags him to the bathroom and rummages through various drawers for any sort of first aid. “I don’t know. About an hour, I think. The quake struck at four.”
“It happened in a minute.” Turkey answered mildly, still somewhat in a daze at the speed and turn of events. “Hey-OW. Watch it, brat!” He turns to glare at Greece and finds the nation equally put off and concentrating on properly bandaging his wrist.
“We’ll take you to a hospital, come on.” Greece says, worried and eager somewhat.
“This isn’t contagious, stupid.”
They stare at each other for a minute, processing what the other said. True, earthquakes are hardly contagious, but somehow that’s not quite right. A lot of them have been happening recently. With the spread of seismic waves and tectonic shifts, the nations can’t really say when these shocks all over the world will stop.
Greece sighs. “Get in a hospital. It’ll at least tell them you’re fine.”
“This isn’t like theirs, Herc. I don’t need pity.” 17 casulaties.
“This isn’t pity, moron. Be thankful this era allows us to care, even a little bit.”
Turkey, sleepy and aching (the count is at 38 now), considers the statement and scratches his head. “Make me coffee and I’ll get dressed.”
Greece looks at him, as if trying to read through a lie before sighing and letting go of his arm. “Don’t take long.” He heads for the kitchen.
“While you’re at it, call Armenia and ask if he’s alright. I’m pretty sure he felt it too.”
Wordlessly, Greece nods and watches Turkey struggle a bit to make himself decent with the lack of one hand. He’s torn between help and clashing with Turkey’s pride. He comes to when Turkey’s glare hits him.
“…what?”
“Nothing.”
No. People and nations are strong and enduring, even in the face of Mother Nature’s wrath. Greece doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s certainly something marvel at.
END
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairings: Turkey, Greece
Genre/Rating/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort/G/none
Summary/Excerpt: Basyurt in Elazig province is hit by an earthquake and Turkey’s injured. Greece comes over to help. A short fic.
A/N: THIS. D: I have a strong feeling that I shouldn't be doing things like this. /twiddles thumbs/
Reach
Turkey gets them every now and then, but every time they happen, he’s hardly prepared for it, unless he channels their seismologists, which he doesn’t.
It’s the ungodly hour of four in the morning. There’s a stirring in his gut that something isn’t right. It’s a familiar feeling recently but he can’t place his finger on it. The ground starts shaking and he knows there’s something about to happen somewhere (East perhaps) and it’s bad and big, but it doesn’t hit him till his wrist snaps (an electric shock runs through his entire frame)…
“Shit!”
…and he falls out of bed and blacks out.
- - - -
Greece is angry but there are tears in his eyes. It’s five in the morning and he finds himself standing in front of Turkey’s house. The capital looks safe, but it’s all over the news, Elazig was hit by a 6.0. With shaking hands, he calls America while trying to open the door.
It’s locked of course. Frustrated, Greece fishes the spare key from his wallet and almost kicks the door down.
- - - -
Fuck. Fuck. Turkey doesn’t know what hit him. Or maybe he does. It’s a fucking earthquake and it hit him like a fucking truck. He finds his right wrist bent at a horrible angle and the ugly purple-blue spreading across the skin tells him it’s bleeding inside. Eleven casualties, his mind dictates. No…they’re increasing.
He feels nauseous. A sound by the living room makes him snap to.
Not now, fuck. An earthquake and then intruders in his house. Ow, ow shit he doesn’t need this.
“Sadiq!”
…it’s Greece.
It’s an absurd feeling, for anger and relief to flare at the same time.
“In my room you brat!”
He flinches slightly as the bedroom door flies open. Greece is panting from his own panic, clutching a cell phone in his hand. “I heard from America it measure 5.9 and had a depth of 6.2!”
Turkey frowns, wondering what he was to do with this information but any comeback he’s able to garner through the intense pain vanishes when Greece all but hoists him to his feet.
“I’ll get this fixed! God, don’t scare me like that!”
“…how long have I been out?”
Greece drags him to the bathroom and rummages through various drawers for any sort of first aid. “I don’t know. About an hour, I think. The quake struck at four.”
“It happened in a minute.” Turkey answered mildly, still somewhat in a daze at the speed and turn of events. “Hey-OW. Watch it, brat!” He turns to glare at Greece and finds the nation equally put off and concentrating on properly bandaging his wrist.
“We’ll take you to a hospital, come on.” Greece says, worried and eager somewhat.
“This isn’t contagious, stupid.”
They stare at each other for a minute, processing what the other said. True, earthquakes are hardly contagious, but somehow that’s not quite right. A lot of them have been happening recently. With the spread of seismic waves and tectonic shifts, the nations can’t really say when these shocks all over the world will stop.
Greece sighs. “Get in a hospital. It’ll at least tell them you’re fine.”
“This isn’t like theirs, Herc. I don’t need pity.” 17 casulaties.
“This isn’t pity, moron. Be thankful this era allows us to care, even a little bit.”
Turkey, sleepy and aching (the count is at 38 now), considers the statement and scratches his head. “Make me coffee and I’ll get dressed.”
Greece looks at him, as if trying to read through a lie before sighing and letting go of his arm. “Don’t take long.” He heads for the kitchen.
“While you’re at it, call Armenia and ask if he’s alright. I’m pretty sure he felt it too.”
Wordlessly, Greece nods and watches Turkey struggle a bit to make himself decent with the lack of one hand. He’s torn between help and clashing with Turkey’s pride. He comes to when Turkey’s glare hits him.
“…what?”
“Nothing.”
No. People and nations are strong and enduring, even in the face of Mother Nature’s wrath. Greece doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s certainly something marvel at.
END