#romania x reader

[coco-sensei]

I just wanted to add something i thought was funny. Magic trio x reader headcanons but the reader wouldn't stop asking "would you still love me if i was a worm?" So they turn her into a worm.

Magic trio x reader

Warnings: Nothing but light swearing.

England

He doesn't know how the bloody hell did this happen…

One day you just kept asking him if you him

And he always said yes,

But you still just kept on nagging

He can't tell if your insecure or just being annoying

“For the last time love, yes!”

*2 minutes later*

“Iggyyyyy, would you still love me if I was a worm 🥺🥺🥺”

“BLOODY HELL—”

This went in for WEEKS!

But England had to snap at one point

“England… would you still—”

✨POOF✨

You where now… a worm

England would immediately regret it

He shouldn't have lost his temper like that!

He immediately turns you back.

*1 minute after turning you back*

“Did you still love me when you turned me into a worm 🥺🥺🥺”

“BLOODY—”

“*Sigh* yes, of course I did love…”

England has officially given up…

Norway

“Would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“No.”

(He's joking ofc he would)

He doesn't know why you keep asking him such a stupid question

You were probably bored

Or just wanted to be annoying

Maybe Denmark gave you a 20 to annoy him?

Hell it could be all three

He'd always answer with

“No”

“Sure”

“Maybe”

“i dont know”

“Why do you keep asking me this?”

It will take him 5 days of complete nagging for him to just

✨POOF✨

turn you into worm

After like 30 seconds of realising that

You're now weak after and have no eyes

He will turn you back

But don't try to bring it up again…

“Norway would you still—”

“I don't know lest see”

“Nah I'm good!”

Romania

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“Of course!”

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“Yes!”

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

“dear, of course!”

After a few days of this

He thinks you're just trying to bother him

But he will not let you win!

“Vlad would you still love me if I were a worm 🥺”

✨POOF✨

Now he had been patient

In Fact IT TOOK A WHOLE MONTH!

He immediately turns you back.

And tells you to stop

“And before you ask, yes, I did love you even as a worm…”

Wow how romantic now that's true love right there!

Romance isn't dead after all!

Hello I hope you don't mind that this is so short. I thought you would only like a short fic for a small chuckle so I made this. I really hope I did Romania justice, there aren't many fanfics about him. And thank you for the request it was quite fun!

—Coco Rori 🎐🫧

[hellish-heavenly-hetalia]

1p Romania/Vladimir Popescu

He knows it from the moment it happens, and he tries to avoid you to give you some privacy

He will help you from afar even though it’s driving him crazy, he wants to be close to you, and be able to take in the scent of your blood all the time

At some point he won’t able to hold back and a switch will flip inside him, making him very dark and terrifying

it most likely happens that you’ve bled through or you’re simply trying to tease him by dragging some of the period blood across his face

Bad idea, as i mentioned he goes full on dark monster, glowing blood red eyes, fangs and drooling

He wants to drink all your blood, but he knows that will kill you, so when you are on your period that means a lot of blood you technically don’t need, blood he can drink, even though it sometimes gets a little clumpy, but he can deal with that, especially since it has a lot of antibacterial properties

He’ll throw you on the nearest soft furniture, it’ll be hard for him to hold back from doing unsanitary things to you

There’ll be a shit ton of teasing and biting all over your body, especially your thighs

At some point he’ll get too hungry to tease you any longer and he will rip your clothes off

He will lick your womanhood clean from all the blood, and of course he will make sure it feels good for you, so that he can always get your blood

It is his same logic with drinking normal blood, if you feel good during it, then you’re more likely to allow him to drink your blood again

if you beg him he will also fuck you afterwards, but only if you beg, he likes that a lot when he’s in that mood.

[mxlovinovargas]

HOMBRE LOBO

Want—ever long in the ephemeral past and present and future—is one with the human condition, thus explored in these stories through thought, actions, and words that speak more than just a silly little craving. These are 12 stories of longing, restlessness, and desire. This is Hombre Lobo.

Prizefighter - [Denmark x f!Reader]

That Look You Give That Guy - [Switzerland x f!Reader]

Lilac Breeze - [Spain x f!Reader]

In My Dreams - [Italy x f!Reader]

Tremendous Dynamite - [Prussia x f!Reader]

The Longing - [Norway x f!Reader]

Fresh Blood - [Russia x f!Reader]

What's a Fella Gotta Do - [Romania x f!Reader]

My Timing Is off - [Germany x f!Reader]

All the Beautiful Things - [England x f!Reader]

Beginner's Luck - [Lithuania x f!Reader]

Ordinary Man - [Romano x f!Reader]

DISCLAIMER: These are strictly fictional one-shots. They have no basis nor do they reflect reality. These are not meant to be read as a foundation for your sexual, romantic, or platonic relationships. These are not a guide. They have dark content, dark themes, and dark outcomes. As the title says, "Werewolf", and it should be inferred no differently. Thank you.

[alfredosauce50]

From a past life [Yandere vampire! Romania x reader]

Synopsis: For centuries, he waited for your return--your rebirth. So when he finally learns of your whereabouts just outside of Wallachia, he rushes to meet you in hopes of becoming what you both used to be. But he runs into a predicament when he learns you're in a relationship with a man, a pesky human mortal by the name of Daniel. He'll do anything to get rid of him, even if he has to play dirty. He made a promise to you that he would find you for the rest of your lifetimes, so God forbid that he breaks it. Wordcount: 3, 813 The reader is referred to as she/her.

A trip to Romania had always been on your bucket list. Your boyfriend was just as excited to go, but he wouldn’t have been if it turned out to be the last trip you'd ever go on with him.

Today was when you would visit the highlight of your itinerary. On the Transylvania side of the border with Wallachia, and nestled in miles of rolling hills, was Bran castle. The awe-inspiring fortress told one of the most famous tales of old as Count Dracula's abode. Or at least, it was rumored to be as it fit the description of it.

Needless to say, you were dragging him around the estate to admire anything and everything that piqued your interest or served as a potential photo spot. “Oh, hurry up, Daniel! This is where he slept!” Scrambling closer to the grand bed, which was certainly framed with more wood than needed, you leaned in behind the red rope that fenced off the artifact. Then, you flashed him a wide grin.

He returned the gesture with a tender smile of his own. “I'm as old as this castle, kicsim. Let me take things in slowly.”

“You're only three years older than me. I don't think you have the right to call me little or yourself old.” Flattening your lips at that, your frown melted away as quickly as it appeared.

“But look! Dracula's sheets and mattress. Though it would make more sense to say it was Vlad's... The guy he was based on. Hmm, but that wouldn't make sense either.”

The man rubbed the nape of his neck with a soft laugh. It was no doubt he shared your enthusiasm, but your unapologetic passion always made him fall harder than he already had. “Yep. I believe he was imprisoned here. I don't think he'd be getting the master bedroom.” He appeared from behind and rested himself on your head as you placed a pistol grip on your chin.

“Even then, I can't imagine him sleeping so soundly after sticking so many sticks up people's--” Two strong arms squeezed around your waist to make you gasp.

“Ah-!”

“Okay! What do you say we go down to the gardens for a walk, hm?”

And that was exactly what the two of you did. Skipping out in front of him, you held onto his hands and swung his arms. “I'm gonna go down to the pond, okay? You can enjoy this place nice and slowly like the old person you are.”

This was the greenest garden you ever had the pleasure to stroll through, even the tea house blended in with its moss-covered roof. It only emphasized how ancient this castle really was, and something about it delighted you in ways you couldn't articulate.

“Alright, kicsim. I'll see what nice flowers I'll add to my hair.” Daniel scooped the pink blossom from his hazel brown bangs and placed it behind your ear. “When I do, I'll come get you. Don't let any vampires find you before I do.” Shooting you a wink at that, you pecked him on the nose before running off.

Who would have thought those words would ring truer than he intended? Several miles away, slept a man who was as old as Bran castle. His name too was Vlad, though he never earned such a fearsome reputation by impaling his enemies. Instead, he kept a low profile and dedicated his long, neverending life to finding someone.

Every restless night, she was what he dreamed of since her passing.

When I go, promise me you'll find me again.

Promise me.

Fluttering his eyes awake, they glowed a blood-red in the darkness of his bedroom. They drooped with a tiredness that never seemed to go away no matter how much he rested.

Sliding off the mattress, he folded the flaps of his robes tightly around his body before making his way into the halls. Every corner of this humble countryside cottage he called his home was enshrouded with shadows, and not to mention the thick coating of dust caking the top of every shelf, couch, and tabletop.

He hadn't cleaned this house for centuries. His will to try withered away through the years in his lonesome, but he was patient. Peeking through the gap between the curtains of his overgrown hair, his irises shrunk as the blinding daylight poured into them through the drapes of his living room window. He could feel it in his dead still heart.

Something had changed.

Out there in the world scorched by the sun, was something even warmer. And it was so familiar, so tender, he could not mistake it for anything else, or anybody else for that matter.

She was nearby, and the thought filled him to the brim with a joy so potent, tears of relief welled in his wide eyes. He had waited hundreds of years for this moment. For her return. Her rebirth that would usher in his own.

The prospect was so invigorating, he felt as if his heart began to beat again. He never felt so alive. Scurrying back to his bedroom, he sat in front of his vanity to access his appearance. He had to look presentable before meeting her, hadn't he? A bedhead like this and nightwear would simply not do.

Especially when he hadn't cut his hair for at least twenty years.

Giving his long locks of strawberry-blonde a thorough comb, he let it fall straight down to his lower back. With a few quick snips, he shortened his bangs by a few inches to give the impression he had some sort of control over an otherwise uncontrollable mane of hair.

As he shed himself of his robes in exchange for day clothes, a white dress shirt paired with dark plaid pants, one singular thought repeated in his head like a broken record. As morbid as it sounded, it was more of a Godsend than anything.

Death was never the end. Not for her, and not for him. Or rather, a new beginning.

But it didn't start the way he imagined. Following her sweet scent to the gardens of the famed Bran castle, he found the smell growing more and more pungent, albeit confused. It was mixed with another's, tainted by the stench of a human male. His irises thinned to slits, and he tensed up all over. How could this be?

Hiding behind a tree, he peered over the side to confirm his suspicion.

There she was, her beauty as pristine and untouched as the last time he loved her. For just one second, he was over the moon. But his euphoria was short-lived when he saw that she was with a man. Kissing him, even. Even though it was just on the nose, any further down her face would have caused him to start an apocalypse.

That insignificant, trifling, and scheming little creature. He was about to reap what he sowed. How dare he take his place? It was him she was meant to with, not that pesky mortal!

Whipping his head to the front, his eyes went round with disbelief and his breathing grew ragged. An unfathomable ache spread in his chest as he dug his nails into the bark. How could he have let this happen? It took every shred of his willpower to keep the waterworks at bay.

His throbbing heart was also weighed down with a pang of heavy guilt. To allow another soul to be this close to her was a grave disservice to the promise he made. But that didn't mean he couldn't undo this.

In just a few seconds, he formulated an intricate plan to carry out well-deserved revenge. To have her in his arms again, and him, out of the picture where he belonged. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. When he spun around, he grabbed him by the neck and caught him in a trance with his hypnotizing, inhuman gaze.

“You will give these flowers to the nearest young woman you see. Put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” Opening his own palm, he materialized three peonies before placing them in the other's.

Unable to escape the powerful snare cast by a vampire such as himself, Daniel did so as told. “I will give these flowers to the nearest young woman I see. I will put them in her hair and kiss her on the lips.” He reiterated monotonously with his eyes glazed over.

Watching the helpless man saunter off, he smirked devilishly as he exchanged glances with his long-lost lover. This would hurt her a great deal, but she would only be devastated if he never did it.

You had been watching the pond, completely ignorant to the scene that was about to unfold. Little did you know, it was purposely orchestrated. Using a stick to prod at your reflection, you lingered on the ripples distorting it before glancing up. In the distance was none other than your boyfriend, and judging from the pink in his hands, he found his flowers.

So you stood up. You would have snuck up on him as a surprise, but your feet remained firmly planted on the ground when you witnessed him give it away, then flirt with another woman. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else. He was kissing her!

Frankly, you couldn't believe it. One year was all it took for him to lose interest? Blood flushed your face as bile rose in your throat. How could he? And during a vacation at that, too! Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, but you blinked them away when you heard the light treading of feet nearby.

This had to be a misunderstanding. Right?

Spinning to the source, you found yourself staring at the most peculiar man you had ever seen. He carried a delicate parasol to shade him from the sunlight. Combined with his pasty white skin, it was almost as if he was one of the very mythological creatures the country was renowned for.

He smiled gently, almost understandingly.

“Are you alright, domnișoară? I have a spare handkerchief if you'd like.” His alluring voice was as bewitching as a siren, but his mere presence brought you unspeakable comfort. And yet, he was nothing but a stranger, an odd one at that, so you were at a loss to realize that all it took for you to gravitate towards him was for your eyes to meet.

“I'm okay, thank you. But I couldn't possibly accept something like that. I mean, I don't know you...” Waving your hands at the man apologetically, you took the opportunity to scan him up and down.

As if he walked right out of a fairytale, he oozed prince-like charm. His clothes were traditional and refined, but that long, silky hair of his was certainly a rare sight--rare but breathtakingly beautiful. It gave his character untold notions of grandeur, mystery, and an inexplicable impression he was ancient.

But that couldn't be, not when he didn't look a day over twenty.

“What do you mean, you won't take it? It's yours.” He pulled out a small piece of fabric from his sleeve. Placing the finely embroidered cloth into your palm, he never gave you the chance to object. “It would be rude to regift something, so you'll have to keep it forever.” Mischief curled at his lips, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

“Alright, alright, you got me there.”

You dabbed away the moisture before breathing out a sigh.

“I'm sure you're a very nice person, but I can't bother you more than I already have. Thank you, again, Mr. Vampire.” If it weren't for how heartbroken you were, you would have been mortified. Being pitied by a Romanian local was never part of your plan.

Just when you were betrayed by Daniel, he appeared like a knight in shining armor. If only you could forget what happened between you and your boyfriend. Otherwise, you would be bragging about meeting a vampire in Romania for as long as you could talk.

“Mr. Vampire?” He lifted his head before revealing a pair of sharp fangs in a grin. Now that caught you off guard. “You don't see me calling you miss human--and I have a name, thank you very much.” As he placed his gloved hand on his chest to playfully feign offense, he bit back another smile at the sound of your amused giggling.

Despite what happened a few minutes ago, talking to this actor was making you feel better already.

“And let me guess, is it Alucard?” You shook your head. “Or is it Vlad? You can't possibly call yourself Dracula looking like that.”

He blinked incredulously, then curved an arm over his face as if to cover himself with his non-existent cloak. “How did you know?”

“That your name is Alucard?”

“No, Vlad.”

“Okay, close enough. It was nice meeting you, Vlad, but I have a stupid boyfriend to scream at.” At the mention of that, you looked like you were on the verge of tears again. “All I'm hoping is that he's still my boyfriend after this. If only he were as much of a gentleman as you.”

He reflected your distress in a frown, and you would have been surprised by how much this apparently bothered him. But you already walked off. So he offered one last niceity before you strayed too far. “Good luck with your boyfriend.”

“No promises.”

He let those two words affect him more than he intended. Needless to say, he moved on quickly to watch you run to the unsuspecting brunette. Soon, his anguish was staved off by the sight of you shoving him back a few steps.

What looked like a one-sided argument broke out, and all the poor, confused man could do was just that--be confused. Shortly after, you stormed off, and he jogged behind, desperately calling your name.

A sinister smile cracked at Vlad's lips, and his irises glowed red. That little thing had no idea what was yet to happen to him.

That night, Daniel took you to the Brașov city hall for dinner. The beautiful buildings surrounding a fountain were as traditional as they were clean. Too bad your zeal was burned away by your anger. In the few hours in the hotel before, he barely managed to soothe it by explaining himself. A given, considering his explanation made no sense whatsoever.

He couldn't remember flirting with a woman.

“I think we could share a pizza. Are you okay with that?” Lifting his gaze to meet yours, you only turned away to stare out the window into the endless night. Your spaciness was deserved on his part, but little did he know, it only had so much to do with his wrongdoings.

The eccentric local never left your mind. After all, he gave you something to smile about with his whimsical kindness.

Vlad must have been an entertainer, a virtuoso at that, but his actions never came off as ingenuine. To be frank, you were drawn to his sincerity, and even looking for him subconsciously, wishing that he could magically appear because you willed it.

If only Daniel could be just as sincere.

“I must be okay with a lot of things.” His face fell. The same sorrow from when he was at the hotel room returned, but you couldn't care to give it any attention. “Like you pretending you didn't kiss someone right in front of me because you don't remember. I'm not stupid. Who else would have long hair tied back and flowers in their fringe?”

Daniel knitted his brows so tightly together, creases formed between them. “... I know it sounds like I'm lying, but I swear to you I didn't do it. You know me, (F/N).” At this point, he hadn't the foggiest what to say to appease you because he simply didn't do it. “I promise. All I'm asking is for you to trust me.”

“You promise?” You fumed.

There was only one thing you hated more than a liar.

“I trusted you, Daniel, I really did. But how could you ask me to trust you after I talked to that girl? She remembered it, so why can't you? Did you think I was that crazily into you I could let anything slide?” The biting truth silenced him, but it was the sound of you choking back tears that broke his heart.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom to think this over.”

He had no way to argue with you, let alone the heart to when it was just broken and crushed to a thin slab of flesh. What if he really did kiss someone, and miraculously forgot?

“When I come back, I better not see you kissing anybody again.”

Standing up at that, he watched you leave with a defeated expression. Then, he folded his arms across the table and buried his face into it. There was no way he could fail that, could he?

What were the odds of kissing someone again when he had absolutely no intention to? The chances were dwindling at zero as he kept his head down. Unless supernatural forces were at work, nothing could get him to budge from sitting at this table.

But even he couldn't count on the world of the mundane to save him.

Sitting a few tables away was the exact opposite of mundane. When the front door slammed shut, he stood up and walked to the customer with their head down. While all the men in the establishment wore their hair short, his was long and flowing like time itself. There was something other-worldly about him. Something ghostly in the way he walked.

With every step he took, his feet never seemed to touch the ground as if he was floating. And his pale complexion was just as macabre as how he carried himself.

Not a minute passed, and Daniel found himself standing outside by the fountain. With absolutely no recollection, he somehow left the restaurant and wound up here in the festive courtyard. As shock paralyzed him from head to toe, the only thought that occurred to him was this. What in the hell was going on?

Rather than sitting head down in the warm restaurant, he was out here, chilled by the biting European cold. Couldn't he have at least remembered the transition?

In front of him was the same woman he supposedly flirted with in the gardens. And judging from the blush on her cheeks, he just threw away all his chances at making up with you.

“Listen, I... I don't know you. Forget me. Forget this ever happened.” Daniel trembled, feeling a chill run down his spine as he staggered back a few steps. It was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. There was just no sound explanation for this when this situation wasn't sound at all. Whatever it was, this was clearly a case of sabotage.

And like hell he was giving in to whoever that masterminded it.

He ran back inside with a fearful kind of urgency. Rushing back to the table he unwillingly abandoned, he froze when he saw you marching towards him down the aisle with murder on your mind. But death was too lenient a punishment. It would grant him a clean slate, a new beginning from a past life of unfaithfulness.

So he was splashed with a glass of red wine instead.

As the crimson liquid soaked his hair, it spread over his shirt like blood. After you saw what he did, the last shred of hope you didn't know you had died, squelched out there on his clothes for the world to see. A chorus of gasps was heard from every corner of the restaurant. Unbeknownst to the patrons who murmured amongst themselves, it wasn't just any lover's quarrel they were watching.

Daniel's breath hitched as he struggled to process his mortification. Behind you stood the very gentleman that tapped him awake, but he never made the connection between him and his misfortunes.

And perhaps, it was better that way.

After leaving your boyfriend for good, Vlad offered to walk with you around the city. Once again, he had swooped in to save you, only this time around, he was staying.

“So... What are you gonna do now?” He asked, casting a tender gaze your way. Before you could wrap your arms around yourself, he beat you to it and flung his cloak around your body. When you gawked at him, he only grinned toothily with his fangs.

Your cheeks reddened and you turned away. Why he was still in his vampire getup was beyond you. But seeing his enthusiasm only reminded you that you lost yours. “... Book another hotel room. Spend the rest of this holiday crying. Maybe never think of this country ever again.”

“And I'm not letting you do any of those things.” He hummed, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Why do you think I'm walking with you right now, hm? I'm gonna take you around to the best spots in Transylvania. The most haunted ones, I mean. So you can forget about going back to the hotel.”

You sighed but managed a small smile. “That's great and all, but I'm not made of money. And my stuff is all there.”

He squinted. “... Oh yeah. But after we get your stuff, we can go elsewhere, can't we?”

A few laughs fell from your lips. His generosity really knew no bounds. “Your house, then? You do realize I only met you today, right?”

Vlad closed his eyes. He could beg to differ.

“But you're still walking with me alone. In the dark.”

“Only because you saw me cry twice today. I wouldn't be mad if you killed me so I don't have to be so embarrassed.” He frowned at the sound of that, so you added this. “I was just kidding. Something about you just makes me feel... Strangely comfortable. Like I've met you before. Isn't that weird?”

“... Not really.” Reaching the top of a hill, he stared at an old castle in the distance, sitting high up in the mountains. “There's a legend about this city. Hundreds of years ago, a vampire and a human woman fell in love. She died, of course. But people say he's still around, waiting for her to reincarnate so they can be together again.”

The way he spoke was so sad, it was almost as if he was that very vampire himself. But what did that have to do with you?

“... Okay. Then do you think he'll ever find her?”

Vlad turned to you with an unreadable expression, but there was an untold fondness in how he looked at you.

“He already has.”

[vtoriacore]

✧ midnight endeavours 

tw: yandere, implied murder, stockholm syndrome

note: is it really a surprise that my dumbass forgot to post it here from quotev? no? didn’t think so. i seriously need some vitamin b12 lmao. am i also the only one that’s really into victorian!aus as of lately?? istg i’m growing more obsessed with those lmao.

synopsis: in which you and romania share a few . . . intriguing moments in the dead of night..

You were beyond exasperated, really. Had he not had enough? Why hadn't he given up yet? After you declined at least on four separate occasions. Just why is he so hell bent on dancing constantly? Even after he knew how much you hated waltzing around on the floor no less! 

This is getting absolutely ridiculous. I am not getting in the middle of this crowd. Not a cha-

"Oh come on dragă! Only for a minute~" Crimson eyes glistening with mischief, the brunette held his gloved hand out once more as if it was a warning for you to not decline for the fifth time. Ah screw it, what did you have to lose? 

My god damn dignity.

"God, fine! Once we're done dancing, we're getting out of here." You gritted your teeth and placed your hand in his eagerly waiting one. The perfectly fitted gown that adorned your frame dragged across the floor in a hypnotising manner as your body was forced to move forward in the male's direction. The only good coming of this would be the close contact between the two of you.

"Ah, so it only takes five tries for you to cave in, hm~?" Your current bane of existence, as you'd like to say but never admit isn't true, grinned and quirked an eyebrow, voice coming out smooth yet rich. Curse him for that. 

"Correction: takes five tries to have me cave in and then leave you in the dust." You spoke, slight irritation lacing your voice as the both of you continued waltzing across the polished marble dance floor packed with many other couples. Real couples, might you add.

You couldn't hate annual balls more even if you tried; oh they were the absolute worst! Having to dance around as if you were some sixteen year old child again just enraged you on so many different levels; you were positive you reached a new emotional plateau by now. You could be out there studying medicine, law, alchemy- if not for this awful patriarchal society! 

"I can tell you're in deep thought." Vladimir exclaimed as he gazed into your eyes, his playful demeanor from two seconds ago completely gone.

"Well . . . I just hate this. Having to be here I mean." You sighed out, hand momentarily tightening on his shoulder. Remembering the grim reality of having to be subservient to your husband and having the power dynamic so imbalanced made you dread for your pitiful little future. You so desperately wanted to avoid that. 

At least Vlad isn't some filthy rich, good for nothing misogynistic scumbag. If only my parents permitted me to be with him instead, everything would be so much easier.

"Let me guess, you'd like to go back to your chamber and read the medical journal I gifted you?" A loop sided grin crawled onto the brunette's face as he tilted his head. You might as well have been an open book to him. Easier read than the spells he’s constantly practising. 

"Curse you and your accurate guesses." You mumbled out sarcastically. 

"Hmm~ How about tonight we do something different?" A glint of something deep shone through his beautiful ruby red eyes, both of you completely halting to a stop,

"Oh? Perhaps one of your satanic rituals you tried to coax me into doing?" Vladimir only laughed at your expense as you scowled lightly. 

"It wasn't a satanic ritual, I was trying to summon an old forest beast!" He defended against your claims.

"And did it work?" You crossed your arms, mocking him.

"No- but that's beside the point! Tonight we can do something more . . . on the relaxed side, if you will." The suggestion piqued your interest as you nodded your head.

"Okay, but if it involves singing, dance, pottery or flowers, I'm totally kicking your ass." You warned sternly before following Vlad out the grand ballroom as he lead the way through the busy people.

It wasn't long before the both of you exited the premises of the palace and went out into the chilly evening breeze. Tonight, the moon took a full, spherical shape as it illuminated the indigo dark sky as well as the flurry of greenery in front of the shrouded in unusual darkness forest. The courtyard just outside of the entering was perfectly secluded and a place intended for intimate moments, it seemed.

"What are you planning, a kidnapping?" You joked to ease some of your raising fear, you couldn't help but feel that way after seeing how dark exactly it was. 

"No, a murder." Your dearest friend rolled his eyes with a small smile playing on his face. Even you couldn't deny how handsome he looked under the moon's light; his features were perfectly highlighted, fang like teeth slightly poking out and reflecting some of the rays back. Even his cherry red lips gained an entirely new shine which only made his face look much more youthful.

"Ooh~ Checking me out?" Vladimir's face was suddenly just inches away from your own as a teasing smirk overtook his face, crimson orbs showing nothing but smugness.

"A-as if there was something to check out!" You retaliated, averting your own [e/c] eyes from his.

"Ehe don't worry~ I happen to think you're gorgeous too." Fierce red hues overtook both of your cheeks as you slapped the male's shoulder in complete embarrassment. 

"S-stop saying things like that! Y-you know we can't-" The brunette laughed at you in an attempt to cut you off as he pinched your cheeks with his gloved hands. 

"Awe~ Little [Name] can't take a compliment?" You tried to pry his hands off your face to no avail. Has he always been this strong or did you just grow weak? Maybe he really was a vampire like he claimed- no, of course he was only pranking you!

"Stop or else-" You were cut off before you could finish speaking once more. 

"Or else what, hm~?" Ah, so he wants a dose of his own medicine then? You're more than happy to oblige. There is no way you'll let him get away with this much provocation without any consequences!

"Or else I'll kiss you." Your eyes grew half lidded as you suddenly clutched Vlad's chin in between your fingers, your other hand meeting the base of his neck. Even if it was just some sweet revenge, you couldn't lie about how good it felt to finally be able to do something on this scale of scandalous. 

You had noticed how the male completely stopped in his tracks, his eyes growing perfectly wide with traces of elation swimming around in between all the crimson. Lips slightly parted, he couldn't help but just stare at you with cheeks growing to a very deep shade of red. Jackpot. 

"W-what . . . ?" He uttered lightly, "You don't mean that." His voice came out much more hushed than before, and sounded much more serious. And to say you were panicking would be an understatement. You did not mean to create whatever you just did.

Maybe I should've properly thought this through- 

"A-ah, s-sorry-" Before you could fully voice your thoughts, a pair of soft lips seemed to have pressed against your own. Your body completely gave up on self control as yours began to move along with his at a steady pace that seemed to be increasing. Not before long, your hands managed to entangle themselves into Vladimir's caramel brown locks, his own hands pulling you in closer by your waist.

"I won't let him have your hand in marriage . . . " Practically huffing the words out, the boy in front of you pressed his forehead against your own, removing the gloves from his hands so he could hold your cheeks in his warm hands.

" . . . You promise?" You asked in a quiet voice. There certainly was no going back from what you're just insinuated, and you were alright with it. As long is it would only be the two of you.

"Yes. I do. No matter what I have to do . . ." Vlad answered with a small smile etched onto his face, one that held nothing but pure gentleness and tranquillity. Although you couldn't say the same for his eyes, they were the complete opposite, showing only murderous rage and intent to kill. And you had a pretty good guess of who it was aimed at.

"Just . . . Just be safe, alright? I'm sorry for starting this." You explained, hands wrapped around his neck in a shy manner.

"Don't be. It's only natural this would happen~ I knew you couldn't resist me for much longer!" Your new lover giggled, felicity weaved into every word that emitted from his lips.

"O-oh shut up! You were the one to lean in first!" You buried your head deep inside Vlad's chest, hearing his heartbeat pick up its rate.

"You responded~" You almost rolled you eyes at what he was saying, but ultimately decided to bathe in the comfortable silence instead. 

"I don't want to ruin the moment, but I have some new business to attend to. Quite urgent you see, it's about the love of my life finally having freedom." You pulled away at his words with a small smile playing at your lips, knowing full well what was going to happen to your, well, ex fiancé. But if you were being honest, you couldn't find it within you to feel remorse, only pity at best. He was a horrible man anyway, good riddance you know? Rich merchants who only care for themselves don't deserve their privileges anyway.

You convinced yourself that everything would be okay, that the forced marriage would have ended up in divorce anyway, that the life of the man that would be ended this very night wouldn't be in vain. And you accepted the sheer fact with open arms. 

"Stay safe." You uttered with a nod before turning away to walk back inside the palace and to your chamber, where you'd wait for Vlad to come crawling through your window as he did almost every night. 

"Will do, iubit." His voice carried tenderness like no other as he slipped off into the night with a final small glance at your figure. Determination like no other only propelled him to complete the deed faster, this way both of you could be as happy as you dreamed. 

You definitely knew you made the right choice. 

[thefandomotaku-blog]

Hetalia Magic trio and Japan with Hannahaki Disease hc/imagine

good morning/evening/whenever you read this! ⭐️ 💕 could you write up some imagines about APH Magic Trio and Japan having the hanahaki disease (is angst allowed in your blog?) -Anonymous *Hi anon, thank you for the request. Angst is allowed, though fair warning I may not be good at it. I assumed that the ‘reader’ was the cause of the disease.* Hanahaki Disease; a illness caused by unrequited love, in which the victim suffers from coughing up flower petals and one sided love. Japan: • This sakura boy would most likely suffer quietly. • I’m going to consider that Italy and/or Germany found out by him probably not showing up to training. • Kiku would probably try to find a way to gently push the (y/n) to fall in love with him. • Taking you to manga stores with him, teaching you some Japanese, maybe even drawing with you. • Genuinely is happy if you are happy, though he is a little sad you don’t love him. England: • He would, like Japan, would try to woo you to falling in love with him. • If he can’t get you to fall in love with he might use a type of love potion on you, or his magic to get rid of the disease. • Most of the Allies and Magic trio would notice the illness. • Almost considered talking to France about how to woo a ladies/men… • He would lay awake at nights wondering if you will ever love him back. Norway: • “Eskling, why don’t you love me?” • why would you hurt my baby boy? • Low-key yandere tbh. • Love potion and/or charms. • “Eskling, deg eskler jeg.” • He would consider the possibility of getting rid of the disease with magic. Romania: • I believe he is a low-key yandere too. • Might abduct you and try to get you to fall into stockholm syndrome, or if not will probably give you a love potion.(?) • (I’m sorry I don’t know much about Romania. I will maybe later make a separate post on him later on about this topic.)

[hellish-heavenly-hetalia]

Okay first of all a little background info, he's a vampire in my universe here

he doesn't remember his life before becoming a vampire or if there even was one, for all he knows he could have been created as a vampire

he had like a good 100 years where he was really a terrible person in the sense he couldn't control his hunger at all, he'd murder people by draining them

it took him awhile to get his bloodlust under control and he still struggles really hard with it

he drinks animal blood in blood bags and when needed donated blood that the government supplies him with to avoid any unfortunate incidents

his memory is really weird because he does have some that he can't place at all and he does not want to anyway, they are not pleasant

He is a very powerful vampire even by their standards, and having magic of course helps

he lives in the Transylvanian part of Romania, also (if I remember correctly from my visit there) it is a more wealthy ish part

he's a little goofy and he generally tries to be kind and understanding to other people, although he's a slight bit awkward

he doesn't think anyone could love him because he's weird (cough, it helps control his murderous monster personality, cough) and of course also because he's vampire, classic I know

regardless of this he goes out of his way to be helpful and understanding to the people around him, he's more talkative than Norway and more understanding of the youth/new world than England, also much better with patience. He can also be pretty sassy if he gets comfortable around you

he knows of the Twilight series, he thinks it's a little funny, even though he's outwards very much not amused at the whole sparkling in the sun thing

someone drunkly called him a glitter dick once, he got very confused and just looked at the person awkwardly, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on

His main element is fire, ironic really, but it does make him immune to being burned by stake or sun, at least that came when he mastered his element, so he's basically a daywalker (?), If that's the right term, idk

his eyes are blood red but a lighter shade than they used to be, because he's not longer an active killer

Anyways to relationship stuff!

I think a likely case of meeting Romania would be if you had magic too, especially fire magic, and it got way out of control, if it's bad enough the international security, and department of investigation, aka the ISDI (a sort of magical international force I've created for this world to make sense) would intervene to avoid incidents and assign The magic trio to help with the magic, which quickly turns into just Romania because he's honestly the best of them at teaching

now if fire is your main element, which we'll go with here, you would have a much easier time connecting to Romania, as in this scenario, your fires would connect on a magical level

this ensures a lot of fun shenanigans where he opens up to you and get unsure of himself in the sense of "how do I handle these new weird feelings?"

eventually he'd introduce you to his little helper, a fire spirit, a mischievous little thing intended on setting the two of you up

it's cute, there's a lot of training, based on kindness and understanding

if you were to become more powerful than him he'd never even consider being jealous, he'd be so happy for you and praise you for achieving something that incredible

if things get serious he'd want to turn you into a vampire like him, but first after you get married, you'd be his mate in vampire ways and legally

it's his biggest showcase of commitment, because it literally means he'd want to be with you until the end of time

he's such a romantic (becoming a vampire requires a certain amount of draining and also drinking vampire blood)

[mxlovinovargas]

WHAT'S A FELLA GOTTA DO — ROMANIA x READER

Synopsis: Romania goes crazy whenever he thinks of you.

What's a Fella Gotta Do

CW: Stalking, Obsessive Thoughts, Slight Dacryphilia, Allusions to Kidnapping or Threatening, Drug Imagery, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.

Word Count: .800

Romania glances up from the ground as he leans back against the flat bed of grass tucked underneath his palms, kicking his legs out like a happy little kid and letting his heels bounce off of the red brick wall he sits atop. A grin stretches across his lips and he feels momentarily drunk whenever he catches sight of you. Foolish as it may be, Romania’s feeling bored and trouble’s creeping into his every joint and bone. Some loose gravel and rubble sprays off of the brick after a few more hearty kicks. 

He jumps from the decorative wall with a flourish and lands on the concrete sidewalk with an unceremonious plop. Romania feels a weird itch in his mind, something that tells him that this is stupid and that he’s only inviting in more danger—but, frankly, he can’t seem to arse himself to care as he starts stalking behind you. 

I’ll tell you what’s really making me sad, 

You don’t even spare him a glance as you turn the corner and disappear. 

Your disinterest is driving me mad. 

Romania grooves those pointed incisors into his bottom lip and nips away at scaly flesh. His lips are chapped, but he doesn’t care as he swipes his tongue over them once more and then stuffs both of his hands into his pockets. He tilts his head whenever he thinks about how you’re so fine, so fine that he wishes that he could bury his face into your neck and kiss away like there was no tomorrow. He’d love you right up, but you don’t even spare him a glance. You never do. If only you’d just look at him (give me a sign, my darling!), then maybe Romania would feel confident enough to make a move. He doesn’t. He just follows after your trail like a hungry dog on the prowl. 

What’s a fella gotta do—to spend a little time with you? Romania lets the question rattle around in his head like a flurry of hail and rocks and ice, but he doesn’t let it fade into the background of his mind. He lets it simmer. He lets it drain him until he feels bone-weary and tired. Romania clicks the heels of his boot against the sidewalk as he trapiezes and spins a circle to the rhythm playing in his head. He feels weird and crazed and magical, but he’s high off of the thought of you and the idea of laying into you so sweetly that he lets it amp him up. He knows that he could be more, but he has no purpose. Nothing but the meandering walk after your fleeting form. His thin brows arch upward before they meet in the middle and Romania lets his gaze drift up to the clear blue skies above his head. He ponders for a moment. What would he like? 

Is for you to look in my direction. 

He chuckles a bit at that before his head hangs and he shakes it softly. Nah, nah. That’s not going to happen. You never look over at the eccentric man always eyeballing you up like his next meal—you always turn your head at just the right time, at the perfect moment, and Romania believes that you don’t even know if he’s real or not. Nothing but a specter in the background of your life. But he’s so bored of that reality. 

Romania wants to do anything to attract your attention. He’d welcome a disaster, something hectic and something that wreaked havoc, oh-oh!, maybe something that made you so scared that you looked at it with wide eyes and then maybe you could run into his open arms. Yeah. He wants you to feel that blood coursing through your veins, wants anything to make the heart beat faster, something that’ll rip an ungodly shriek from your throat and will make you heave and pant until you’re sick. And whenever you’re sobbing into his chest, Romania gets this feeling that trickles into his breath. The two of you could be so right together. So perfect. He would hold you in all of the right ways. 

It makes him laugh like a madman, but he brushes the laugh off into quiet chuckles that never quite fully reach the surface as goes. If you were so absolutely distraught and mindblown, you wouldn’t be able to think consciously. You’d be his and Romania would be able to protect you. If you were mine! The thought drives him absolutely mad. A hit of delirium hits him like blunt force trauma and he smokes it up like a joint. He lets the crazy consume him. Walk, step and step, and turn. There you are. 

So pretty and patient, and Romania thinks he knows how to make it happen. How to bring you to him and to hold you so tightly that you can’t ever escape again. Something that’ll keep you trapped with him. Something… something that’ll make you cry those beautiful and warm eyes out whenever he looms over you. Something. 

For you to look in my direction.