#aph rombul

[s0nes-ss]

romania and bulgaria

[sweeet-caroline]

Rare Pair Week, Day One - Writer and Artist

@hwsrarepairweek2022

Featured Pair: Bulgaria x Nyo!Romania

I’m a day late, whoops- x’D But I admittedly had a tougher time thinking of what to do for this one, outside of being busy with work and helping my grandparents move to a different state. But then I remembered it’s been a very long time since I had drawn Nyo!Romania or Bulgaria, so I thought it’d be fun to try an idea where they send each other prompts or drawings to inspire each other, Nyo!Romania with her character concepts for table-top rping with her pals and Bulgaria with his story writing.

They like to tease other pretty often with gimmicks like this though.

Also shamelessly used the posing off the boxes of the Body-Chan and Body-Kun figures I own but we don’t talk about that-- >w>’’

[robultrash]

Days Gone Without Crying About RoBul: 2 weeks 0 Days

[nocturnal-ghostt]

Roinktober Day 3 A Hetalia and Owari no Seraph crossover because I can so I did.

[writingandchocolatemilk]

Romabul please? It could be a continuation of that AU a while back or anything really. Thanks!

Are you the same RomaBul anon? :O I may do some smexy times if this gets more requests lol. 

Dmitry is Romania, Georgi is Bulgaria. Abel is Denmark. 

Previous: One, two, three. 

On AO3. On FFn.

Andby “place,” Dmitry had meant a graveyard. It was an honest to God graveyard, onthe edge of town by the creepy woods. It had a rusted gate. Georgi looked downat the text Dmitry had sent him, and then checked Google Maps once again.

No,he was definitely supposed to go into the graveyard.

Georgihad debated all week whether to follow through with his commitment. His motherhad been in full support, telling him that it was about time he went to a fewparties, made a few mistakes. Raivis, a freshman in Georgi’s study, had givenhim a terrified look.

Ithad been Eduard who had ribbed Georgi the most. Eduard and Georgi sharedPhotoshop class together; it was mainly Eduard finishing early and talking toGeorgi as the less artistic of the two struggled to insert UFOs into the MonaLisa.

“Dmitry?”Eduard asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve heard he’s done interesting extra-curricularactivites. He’s into spray-painting and obscure mythology, if I’ve heard right.”

Georgislumped in his seat, the mouse slipping. “Please.”

“I’msure he has equally exciting parties in his free time.” Eduard checked one ofhis eBay sales.

“Look,I didn’t mean to accept the invitation. I felt bad, so I sort of nodded when I meantto shake my head, and now he’s been skipping and he sent me this address.”Georgi frowned at Mona Lisa, the UFO partially embedded in her eye.

“You’rehumming.”

Themouse slipped again. “I’m not.”

Eduardbegan on the next assignment for the class, eBay still open in the browser. “Icould come with you. It would be interesting to see how your new friendparties. Goodness knows I would get along with Dmitry’s friends.”  Eduard smiled.

“Aw,come on.”

Eduarddidn’t respond for a moment, but he shrugged. “Really, though. I’m having game night againSaturday, if you want to come to that instead. Tino’s coming over, pizza,studying.”

AndGeorgi had almost given in. But Calculus class was somehow even more unbearablewithout Dmitry, and Georgi got a fifty-six on his last quiz. The last thing hewanted to do was talk about grades with Eduard of all people.

Sohe had borrowed his mother’s minivan and brought an offering of alcohol.

Georgiapproached the gate to the graveyard slowly. “What do you even wear to agraveyard?” he muttered, looking down at the cheap vodka he had asked hismother to buy.

Thegate creaked open and Georgi flinched. It was highly illegal to be here, trespassing.All of these parties seemed to have a disturbing trend of illicit behavior.Georgi took the time to look up the criminal charges for trespassing.

Thegrass crunched under his boots. As he headed further back, more trees began toobstruct the moonlight. The gravestones stood taller than Georgi was used to,and he was half expecting someone to be crouching behind one of them. At leastit wasn’t foggy.

Heshould announce himself.

“Uh.”

Perfect.

“Thereyou—“

Georgiyelled, spinning and stubbing his toe against a gravestone. Dmitry grinned,leaning casually against one of the gravestones. He was dressed similarly as hehad been at the other party, something with tight jeans and multiple layers andinteresting bracelets.

Georgiresisted the urge to look down at his button up.

“Er,alcohol.” Georgi offered the bottle.

“Ithought I told you no Jell-O shots?” Dmitry took the bottle and gestured. “Weset up over here. We were playing Ouija, but Abel decided that it would bebetter to sacrifice someone, so we’ve been arguing about that for the lasttwenty minutes.”

“Oh.So, like, one of us or…?”

Dmitryshrugged. “Lukas said because Abel suggested it, it should be him.”

Dmitrydidn’t seem to be leading them to any particular place, and for a moment Georgifeared this had all been an elaborate ruse to kill him. No, his mother knewwhere he was, so even if he didn’t—

“How’sCalc?”

Georgiscowled. “You took my notes Monday and never returned them.”

“Religiousholiday, sorry. Gym?”

Georgiscoffed. “Actually, it’s been peaceful. Elizabeta has almost seemed in a goodmood. She only swears once or twice, and when she throws the ball at me, I don’tblack out anymore.”

“So, everyone missed me?”

Asmall grove of trees had warm light leaking around the trunks. Georgi slowed,suddenly feeling very awkward. He didn’t know any of the people, and he hardlyknew Dmitry. A tune that had been stuck in his head all week suddenly rearedits head.

Distantly,from the trees: “Well, if you aregoing to sacrifice me, at least behead me!”

Dmitrylooked back. “Want to see something cool?”

“Isit—it another graveyard?” Georgi looked around.

Dmitrygestured, moving away from the party. “I like to hang around here sometimes. I’vehad a couple of fights here, so people know not to hang around. When I was thirteen,I tried to offer my hamster to the devil here and I found this.”

“Uh,what?”

Dmitrypointed.

Itwas a crypt.

“No.”Georgi took special attention to make sure he shook his head. “No.”

“Scared?”

“You,are an ass.”