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Salut, szia, and hallo! I bid you welcome. I am Gheorghe Lupescu, human personification of Transylvania, at your service. Please, enjoy yourself, make sure to buy a few things. I promise you I do not bite. No, really. [ independent roleplay blog for an axis powers hetalia original character representing transylvania. ]

[l-u-t-e-c-i-o]

Romanian Oaș Country traditional clothes.

[landbeyondtheforest]

trandafircarpatian replied to your post: I was mistaken for a homeless person t…

Do you have what you need to shave, Gheorghe sweetie? Because that simply will not do—I could probably find a few things, once I explain to Dragomir I’m sure he won’t mind. :(;;

Yes, yes, I have everything, please don’t worry, I’m a grown man—

It is my fault for forgetting to shave. I should remember that this is something I need to do or I will be repeatedly mistaken for a bum and that would be horrible.

[bujorulgalben]

I’m afraid I really do not understand why, or rather how you can forget to do that—I mean, I know that we are all ever so busy, this week especially, but I would hope to not have my son mistaken for some poor vagabond in the meantime, yes?

:^( Is there something troubling you, Gheorghe? I am your mother, and as your mother I have a duty to hear anything you wish to say. I’m happy to!

[landbeyondtheforest]

Everyone forgets things sometimes, and anyways, in America, this month is some kind of no shaving month? Which I am not participating in but this is my excuse.

Nu, nu, nu, I am fine, really. Please don't worry about me so much. :^(

[landbeyondtheforest]

trandafircarpatian replied to your post: I was mistaken for a homeless person t...

Do you have what you need to shave, Gheorghe sweetie? Because that simply will not do—I could probably find a few things, once I explain to Dragomir I’m sure he won’t mind. :(;;

Yes, yes, I have everything, please don't worry, I'm a grown man--

It is my fault for forgetting to shave. I should remember that this is something I need to do or I will be repeatedly mistaken for a bum and that would be horrible.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I was mistaken for a homeless person today.

[fuckyeahbalkans]

Bâlea Lake in Sibiu, România. 

(submitted by printransilvania)

[bujorulgalben]

landbeyondtheforest replied to your post:I cannot believe this. I am calling that American…

I’m sorry this is happening again he won’t leave me alone :^(

It is not your fault the Lord continues to test you so, fiul meu drag. :’^( You poor, poor thing. I too thought the goulash gaozar would have better things to do, but noooo.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I at least try to maintain my dignity. I have lived with this for centuries. Sometimes I wake up screaming after horrible nightmares of it all. Truly, on some levels, it never ends.

I’m exaggerating but you get the idea.

[bujorulgalben]

No, no, it is quite alright. I know you’re not. [/steps in to coddles the poor, poor boy] I may not know your personal Hell as you do, but we all suffered my dear child. I will bear this in mind when deciding how much mulled wine I prepare for Christmas this year! To help you sleep better at night, yes?

Do not worry, I will pay for your train to Bucharest.

[landbeyondtheforest]

[:^)]

I'm looking forward to it. I'm very picky with wine, but you always know exactly what I like- I'll help you set everything up this year, if you'd like. It is the least I can do.

--Oh! Oh, you don't have to-- oh, who am I kidding. I can't pretend I don't want you to pay for it. I'm sorry. I'm too honest.

[bujorulgalben]

landbeyondtheforest replied to your post:I cannot believe this. I am calling that American…

I’m sorry this is happening again he won’t leave me alone :^(

It is not your fault the Lord continues to test you so, fiul meu drag. :’^( You poor, poor thing. I too thought the goulash gaozar would have better things to do, but noooo.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I at least try to maintain my dignity. I have lived with this for centuries. Sometimes I wake up screaming after horrible nightmares of it all. Truly, on some levels, it never ends.

I'm exaggerating but you get the idea.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I can’t believe I lived with Istvan for most of my life and never once drowned myself in the bathtub. That’s a miracle. 

[szentkiralyszabadja-blog]

I can’t believe you’ve lived with Anica for almost a century and haven’t drowned yourself in the bathtub.

[landbeyondtheforest]

She’s my MOM you dumb fuck. Did you forget that I am not your actual son. Are you that stupid.

[szentkiralyszabadja-blog]

You were nothing but an egg hatched and incubated by the good Magyar spirit. Also you’re an idiot, and you need to stop stuffing garlic up your tiny ass before you become a bigger stereotype.

[landbeyondtheforest]

Did you just compare me to an egg. Why. Why did you do that.

[GROANS]

I don't even like garlic. I could be worse. I could be far worse. I could sound like Bela Lugosi. A Hungarian. A Hungarian created this stereotype. Fuck you.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I can’t believe I lived with Istvan for most of my life and never once drowned myself in the bathtub. That’s a miracle. 

[szentkiralyszabadja-blog]

I can’t believe you’ve lived with Anica for almost a century and haven’t drowned yourself in the bathtub.

[landbeyondtheforest]

She's my MOM you dumb fuck. Did you forget that I am not your actual son. Are you that stupid.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I can't believe I lived with Istvan for most of my life and never once drowned myself in the bathtub. That's a miracle. 

[severnayastolitsa]

i dont want to explain myself

istvan belongs to szentkiralyszabadja and the fem!aus here is kaiserlichkoeniglich 

i don’t know who made the original HOMER IS DEAD image but i hope they’re happy

[dblackthorne]

[bujorulgalben]

Good evening- well, it would be good if.. eheh, I shall explain. Today has been.. oh, what the loud, so very, very loud American tourists today call it? A “drag”. It was a drag, and my colleague from Brașov seemed more apologetic than thankful after I helped him with the flurry of guided tours needed around Casutul Bran today. All of that, with one of the worst hangovers I have had for some time.

So! Anyway, how do you nurse a hangover? Peace, and quiet, and greasy food. And then I found myself with the leftover sweets from the party last night and.. good grief. That idea of dessert, however tempting was.. eurgh.

Ugh. I never start this horrible month at my best. The minister of tourism should be kissing my feet in thanks. And I am not moving from this couch until the service tomorrow.;;

May I rest in peace until this time.

[landbeyondtheforest]

Your poor woman.

[He means this with the absolute sincerity he really does.]

Hunedoara was almost worse than usual this year, can you believe that? So many American tourists. Don't get me wrong, they're great and all and I'm thankful they love my land so much but oh my God, I need a break every once in a while. I should move out to a village or something.

But you should have told me you were in Brașov! That's where I usually am, I could have helped.

[landbeyondtheforest]

Happy Halloween, as you can see, I am Dracula today, please come and spend your money here in scenic Transylvania.

[landbeyondtheforest]

Hello, yes, it is me.

Tomorrow is Halloween and suggest you all come to Hunedoara Castle this year.

:^)

[trandafircarpatian--moved-blog]

Ooh! Someone do remind me; whilst the Magyars choose whether or not to scuttle about our streets for the rest of the night, I must remember to give out some very important documents! You see, the annual grotesque festivity that is the Halloween’s Party in Casatul Hunedoara is coming up very quickly! And-

… These documents, I should say. They are not exactly invitations for my counterparts, to the party my dear boy Gheorghe will be hosting on Halloween—oho no, quite the opposite.

They are more suited to being called restraining orders.

[landbeyondtheforest]

Aha! Thank you for remembering, sweet Anica, I almost forgot to get those restraining orders ready.

:^)

We’ll need two, that’s all. Just two. Everyone else except Istvan and Erzsebet are more than welcome to come.

Really, I mean it, I’ll start printing out invitations if I need to. I am not going to dress up as Dracula and get drunk for nothing.

[trandafircarpatian--moved-blog]

But of course, my dear boy! Of course! It was easy enough to hide the papers with my more usual workload, although I would like to see my boss pose a serious argument against this idea! We couldn’t have those two causing a scene in front of the tourists, yes?

I do have a great feeling about this year! Even if.. eheh, we are asked accommodate Stoker’s little fairytale for the night. We have had more than enough to perfect the costumes, at least. And our means of keeping the party very much swinging. 

; )

Ah! And that is a good idea, indeed—if I can leave the far more amicable invites to you, Gheorghe, that would be wonderful.

[landbeyondtheforest]

I don’t want to imagine the sort of things they would cause. Hungarian flags everywhere, terrible house music, bad wine- the absolute worst of the worst.

Haha! Of course. The costumes will be good, I’ll make sure of it. I don’t really mind it too much this time of year. Tourism is tourism and if vampires are what makes money, then that’s that. I’ve gotten used to it.

Don’t you worry about it, I will make sure everything goes well. My planning skills are top-notch.

[trandafircarpatian--moved-blog]

Urgh— Lord Almighty, no. No we will not think about the wine; especially not the wine! What of they were to spike the punch bowls with something so.. oh no, no these orders must go ahead. They simply must!

If only the general focus, or maybe attention to this feat for our tourism was so.. tolerant! Or present at all! Sure we can roll our eyes at those who assume our names are all Vladimir and there is a reason to why our wines are so dark—but as you say! It is one day in the year, and we really ought to at least try and “cash in” as they say, with what fate has given us! Whether we like it or not!

I appreciate your patience with it all, Gheorghe, I really do.

[landbeyondtheforest]

Erzsebet would show up in one of those- [literally grimaces] "sexy" costumes. Oh God. The horror. I may vomit thinking about it.

I'll be honest with you, I've never really liked wine- but that's besides the point. For one night, my name will be Vlad Dracula, and that'll be that.

It's nothing, really. I like to think of myself as a...patient person? I think spending most of my life under foreign rule does that.

[natgeofound]

Buckets of iron ore are transported to a major steelworks in Hunedoara, Romania, November 1975. Photograph by Winfield Parks, National Geographic