Hetalia Oneshots

[ℝ] Turkey - Reformed

Requested by pumkin_orange020

You walked down the streets of Rome, clothed in your armor which was completely covered by your long cloak, and armed with your sword. You were wandering the streets while making sure that the law was enforced efficiently.

You were the daughter of the currently reigning Roman Emperor and while you had your duties as a Princess, you were also the Commanding General of soldiers in the empire. You had an elder brother named Eutychus, who was to inherit the throne.

Despite his name (which means 'fortunate' in Greek), he was pretty unlucky sometimes. While he was a total goofball, he was skilled in governance and showed much promise as the next Emperor. He was a man of honor and he loved anything Greek. He enjoyed duels, reading philosophy, and writing poetry. To top it off, he really loved you with a burning passion.

You pulled out the necklace which Eutychus gifted you recently. The chain was made of gold and the beads that decorated it was different shades of blue. Even though it didn't match your armor, you wore it, since it was precious.

Keeping it aside, you looked around again while you walked. Suddenly, you felt the malicious presence of a hand reaching to your neck, and you immediately caught the person's wrist with a firm grip.

The hand belonged to a man. This man, who was also dressed in a cloak, had tan skin, short dark brown hair, bristly stubble, and a white mask that covered his eyes.

You looked at him with the eyes of a wild tiger, which froze him momentarily.

"What are you trying, you robber?" you hissed under your breath, tightening your grip on his wrist.

He definitely noticed that you weren't any ordinary person. Your reaction time and reflexes were rather quick, giving him the idea that you had fighting experience.

The man said nothing. He grit his teeth, yanked his hand away and pulled out his sword. Noticing this, you quickly took a step back and pulled out your sword to meet his, resulting in a large clang which caught the attention of the bystanders.

"I asked you a question." You spoke in vulgar Latin to keep hidden your status, "Have you no sense to answer?"

The man still didn't answer. Instead, he fought back, and in a matter of moments, you were able to knock him out cold. By now, a crowd had gathered and you pulled your hood down further over your face.

You confiscated the man's sword and scabbard and then proceeded to drag the wretch to incarcerate him. You pushed your way through the crowd and walked ahead a few meters until you bumped into a tall, built man.

His brown hair reached up to his neck, and his lazy green eyes scrutinized you for a split second. You apologized for bumping into him and he just nodded. As he walked past, he noticed the man you were dragging and then stopped you.

"Where are you taking this man?" he asked.

"To prison." You replied.

"Why?"

"He tried to rob my necklace."

"Well, you see, this man is my friend and I was looking for him all over." The man said sincerely.

"Whether he is your friend or not, you'll now find him where he belongs, in the prison." You said harshly, and the young man sighed.

"Please forgive him." The man pleaded, "He's a poor man, and since it's hard for him to find work, he has no choice but to thieve."