Moldova walked down the street with her baggage in hand. This was the first time in a while that Moldova would be at her old house. She had been at her house for about five years and hadn't visited Romania since. She felt like she needed to do her sisterly duty and visit him once at least every five years or so. That was normal, right? Romania was rather cold this time of year but living in Russia for so long, she didn't mind the weather. Moldova's hair blew in the wind as she climbed the stairs to the house. Setting down her stuff, she knocked on the door and tried the knob. To her surprise, it was open.

"Hello? Romania?" she called out to the house. Grabbing her luggage and walking into the house, she looked around the old looking house. A thin layer of dust covered the house. He had obviously been lacking on his cleaning duties. "Lazy, where are you?" she called out again putting her bags down and walking upstairs. Pulling up her dress so she didn't step on it, she heard a noise.

"Hmm? Who's there?" Romania called out rolling out of his bed making a loud thud. Moldova leaned on in the doorway and laughed her smile laugh that Romania hadn't heard in years. Hearing it he sprung up and looked at her.

"You look beat. Have you been eating? You know that you should be. I know that it may not be a favorite thing but you have to do it…" Moldova began but shushed up when Romania held up a finger. You may be asking at this time what on earth Moldova is talking about when she is asking about eating. Well, to put it simply…

"Moldova, you know that I don't like talking about it. Being this stupid beast is hard enough without you reminding that I should be killing innocent people to live. I hate being this stupid vampire!" He shouted and pushed his bed and sat down and continued talking into his hands. "Please don't talk about it. Just, sit with me for a minute." Moldova looked at Romania and saw his beaten up state. He was still wearing jeans from the night before and a black shirt that said something in a language that she could not understand. She, one the other hand, was wearing her normal grey dress that cinched at the waist and went out far enough to cover her small frame and her black worn out jacket that she got from Estonia.

"Romania…" She said as sat down by him. Romania grabbed on to her and held onto her arm and wouldn't let go. Moldova put her hands in her lap and let him run his course of brooding. After a while, she spoke up. "If you're going to whine the entire time that I'm here than what was the purpose of coming?" Romania laughed and looked at her.

"I'm sorry. You came to visit me and I should be a good host and invite you to come to your room and then leave so you can unpack your things." Romania said while getting up leaving Moldova on the bed. He began to take off his shirt when she stood up.

"But you forget that you aren't a good host and you won't do that." She said while laughing and his failed attempted to be a good big bother. She had gotten used to the fact that he wasn't very good at talking and when he did talk to her, he sounded so stiff and awkward, but that was okay with her.

"I try." He said pushing her out of his room. "Do you want to go out or something? I know this nice little place down the street." But Moldova shook her head.

"You haven't had anything in weeks. I know you too well. We'll go out tomorrow morning if you want to. Or for lunch… Maybe dinner…" She said trailing off and walking to her room and starting to unpack. "Oh I know! Maybe next week, when we go to EU meeting, you can talk to that nice German girl! What's her name… Lilly, I think. She's very nice I hear and I'm sure that Vash won't mind if you sit by her. Vash and I are good friends I think, and…" Moldova kept talking but Romania stopped listening. It's not that her didn't like talking to her, he just liked to hear her talk. She was great company and her voice was soft enough to be soothing. After she was done talking, he put in his two cents.

"I'm not going to sit by Lilly. She thinks I'm weird and you know that I'm not very good at talking to girls. I'm not very good at talking to guys either but, hey, can't have it all." Romania said with a laugh. Moldova giggled and sighed.

"I know, but I can still try and get you someone to talk to besides me! It doesn't matter if it's a guy or girl. You know that I don't judge and I never will. You know that can always talk to me-"

"Moldova." Romania said interrupting her.

"-And I will never ever judge you. I mean if you like a guy, that's okay with me. There is nothing-"

"Will you listen-"

"-Wrong with that. It's alright to be different! I mean-"

"Ioana! Shut up!" Romania said, shutting her up. "Just listen to me okay? We haven't talk in a while and I think that you should be quite and let me talk. Okay?"

"Okay. Sorry…" Moldova said, slightly defeated by the fact that she had been called her human name by her brother. It just made things awkward for her but Romania didn't seem too much about that.

"Okay. Well, you know that I have never been with a girl. What does that tell you Moldova?" Romania asked.

"That you are really bad with girls. No offense." She said smiling. Romania glared at her and she bit her lip.

"No. Good try though. Let's think here Moldova." Romania said while she racked her brain. 'God, she's gotten worse. She doesn't remember what she just said. I'll have to tell her boss. Her amnesia will never get better. The only thing she can remember well is me and Russia. Poor girl…' he thought while she kept looking puzzled. "Want me to tell you?"

"Yes…" she said shaking her head looking down sadly.

"Hey it's nothing to get sad about. I forget things too." He said trying to cheer he up.

"I guess you're right. I just wish I could remember more things about you. But anyways, what were you saying?"

"Moldova. I like guys. Not girls." Romania said turning away from her. She looked at his back wanting him to turn around.

"Okay. I still think we should go to that café I saw coming here." She said standing up and straightening out her dress.

"You don't care that I'm gay?" He said following her out the room.

"Am I supposed to?" She said smiling at him and put her hand on his cheek. "You are your own person, just like me. You know what you want and I know what I want. I know that if I liked women you would be okay that. That's why you're such a good frate. Now get you're jacket. I want to go out and get something to eat." She walked away and left Romania wondering how she always left people surprise by the things that come out her mouth.

"Yeah, let's get going." Romania said putting on a new shirt.

"Vlad?" Moldova said but grimaced when he flinched at the use of his human name.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad that you're my frate. I don't know what I would do without you. Te iubesc fratele mai mare." She said while getting up and hugging Romania. He laughed and hugged her back.

"Te iubesc prea Ioana." He said into her hair. "Let's go. You've been traveling quite a bit and I bet you're starving." Moldova giggled and let go of him.

"Yeah, I guess I am. I know this nice place I went to last time I was here! I think it was a mile down the road. Or maybe it was three. I can't remember, but I'll find it! Come on!" Grabbing Romania's hand, and pulling him out the house, they started to walk to the café. "Oh Sweden will be so happy to us again!"

AN

So how bad was it? This is continuing story but now I have to write an essay for English! YAY! But this story is kinda just supposed to introduce two big characters. The next chapter will introduce Bulgaria! Thank you for reading this! If you review, then thank you! R&R!

Translations:

Frate- Brother (Romanian)

Te iubesc fratele mai mare- I love you big brother (Romanian)

Te iubesc prea Ioana- I love you too Ioana (Romanian)