Creative Writing: Greece's Golden Necklace

Turkey paced up and down his personal room as he palmed a forgotten golden necklace between his fingers.
It had been over quite sometime since he had hear any word from Greece it was starting to get him more then agitated.

They had talked for a bit after they separated again, back to their countries and work, but now it had been silence from Greece for a while now.
Not only couldn't he get a hold of him but no one else could either.
Most shrugged it off as just laziness or over sleeping but just didn't sit right with Turkey.

'Heracles wouldn't just....god I thought it would last longer then this....
No. He wouldn't....he couldn't not after all we.... but....' Sadiq's mind was plagued with uncertain thoughts. And each day that went by just made it far worse. …show more content…
"Any informant on Greece at all?" Turkey asked as he spun around the face his adviser who was standing nearby watching him with a judging look.

The bearded man sighed, "No. There has been no information on Greece's current states... Are trades with them are still poor too, we are getting almost nothing back.

"Great...great..." Sadiq nodded irritably.
"And Greece himself?" He asked as he look away.

"Sir...You know the Boss..."

"And Greece himself?" Sadiq said again much louder and clear this time, barely above a yell.

"Mmn....Nothing, no information on his