Author's note: Alright so this will be my first Multi-chapter BulRo/RoBul this pairing needs more love.

I'll try my best to keep the story going. Criticism is greatly appreciated. Introducing my OC of Serbia.

This will be in the point of view of Stoyan Balakov (Bulgaria)

Characters:

Stoyan Balakov - Bulgaria

Valeriu Ionescu - Romania

Vuk Kovac - Serbia

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia

Yellow

I first met you when we were children. You were small for your age, cheerful and sweet. At first you simply annoyed me, you were too friendly. We were in fourth grade then, you were a new transfer student from Romania. I was seated at the back, away from the other noisy children that annoyed me to no end, especially that Serbian. You were smiling at the front, bright strawberry blond hair and red eyes. The others were staring at you in wonder.

The only seat available was beside mine. You took the designated seat, turning your head briefly to give me a smile. I scoffed and turned to the widow, and from its reflection I saw you frown. I simply brushed it off, my own green eyes staring at the sky outside. I couldn't help but compare you to me, bright and cheerful, while I was dull and serious. We will never get along.

And we never did, we fought a lot over that one eraser. You were always trying to be friendly with me but it only made me snap at you. I don't want to associate myself with someone as childish and immature. You would angrily scowl sometimes and run to that Serbian. Another reason why I don't like you, you would always run to that wolf. Of course you would have gotten along with him, you got along with a lot people in class.

This is why we will never get along, we're both different. You were friendly and warm, I was aloof and cold. You wanted to make people smile, I just wanted them to leave me alone. You always thought of someone else first and I had my own agendas in mind. You were average and I'm a genius. You were noisy and I was quiet. From our physical attributes alone we are complete opposites. You had bright strawberry blonde hair and glowing red eyes, I only had dark brown hair, bordering to black, and dull dark green eyes. We will never get along, we are almost day and night, too opposite to be compatible.

Of course, If I had known the future; I would have tried to be friend you sooner. Everything changed during that one afternoon. During the middle of the term, I forgot my lunch and lunch money at home, I was in a rush that morning for I overslept and even forgot to eat breakfast. I was upset then and hungry by lunch hour. I knew no one would be willing to share their food with me, I had no friends. Acquaintances? Yes. Friends? Never. They weren't worth my time.

It was you who approached me, a bright smiled on your lips. Your hands were hidden behind your back, but by then I didn't notice for I was glaring out the window. When I did notice you, I simply scowled. I had no patience for you, or for anyone. No one was worth my time, I was a lone wolf. I didn't need you or anyone for that matter.

"What do you want Ionescu?" I asked in irritation, bringing a hand to comb my dark locks as I send a glare on your way.

You faltered slightly, but then your eyes became determined. "Why aren't you eating Balakov?" you asked me simply, innocently enough.

My scowl deepened, you were so nosy then. "What do you care about it?" I challenge, glaring at you openly.

The next thing I knew something was shoved to my face. It was a neatly wrapped packaged with a carton of juice. I blinked as I stared at it; it was almost alien to me. I raised my green eyes to stare at you red ones. The smile on your face was bright, almost blinding. I felt my face heat up, this was odd. We remained silent for a while, I was staring at you in disbelief and your were smiling at me as if you were the one who received the items.

"I bet you forgot your lunch, so I decided to share mine!" you chirped suddenly, always so cheerful, you almost looked proud.

I was silent for a few moment before I forced myself to hlare your way. "I don't need it." I grumbled, my pride not allowing me to show weakness, "I don't need your help!"

You only smiled at me, even when I treated you badly. "Go eat alright!" you replied simply, I caught a glimpse of your sharp canine and it made me mildly intrigued.

You turned your back to me, and from a short distance I can see the Serbian idiot waving your way. I scowled, "Why do you care? We aren't even friends." I blurted out, my annoyance getting the better of me.

You simply turned your head that smile still in place; the next lines shocked me more than you could ever imagine: "Because, even if you said you don't need it, someone needs to care for you." You said softly before returning to that idiot who will forever be my rival.

I remained silent, staring at the spot you once occupied before looking down at the items you have given. Inside was a sandwich, it was a simple one, it wasn't all that good, but I couldn't help but feel strange. My heart was beating and I can't seem to phantom what had happened. No one was ever kind enough to me, especially since I always push them away. And yet, no matter how much I tried to push you away, to isolate myself, you still approached me with gentleness and kindness. You were still gentle and kind to me even when I treated you badly.

I felt my lips twitch upward, I felt happy.

The next day, just like every morning, I would drop by my mother's small flower shop, she would sell some of the flowers that were either delivered to her, or she has grown herself. I usually would come to kiss her good bye; she always leaves earlier than me and my father. She and my father are all that I needed, they were what I thought I only needed. Now it was questionable to me.

Cautiously I snuck inside, the sight of all the flowers made me smile. I looked towards the register, seeing as my mother wasn't there I went to where the roses were kept. My mother never minded if I took one, I always loved roses, they were beautiful. I found the color I wanted, a beautiful bright yellow rose, the tips were slightly orange, but it was beautiful and in full bloom. Quickly but carefully, I hid it inside my bag pack, cautious as to not damage it.

Just as I returned to the register, my mother was there. Quickly I kissed her cheek and went the rest of the way to school. It was early still, normally I would read by the library before class started, but I had a reason to be earlier than usual. When I arrived at the class room, it was empty just as I expected. Quickly I slipped the rose within the compartment of your desk before running out of the room and into the library.

When I returned around thirty minutes later, you were seated on your seat, the rose in your hand. The Serbian was staring at it curiously as well, and a small group surrounded you. I brushed passed without giving a single glance, gracefully sitting down on my seat. Your head turned to me, and I kept my face as stoic as possible. You continued to stare at me, and I tried to ignore you in hopes you would leave me alone. However you didn't and continued to stare my way.

After a while, I turned my head, "what?" I asked you, feigning ignorance.

"Do you know who placed this flower within my desk?" you asked me, staring at the flora in your hand, "I want to say thank you to them." You said simply.

I shrugged, "How should I know." I replied, pulling out a book and begun to read. Making it seem I wasn't interested.

There was silence until it was broken by a certain someone I did not like. I scowled as I heard his voice, he was calling your attention. I turned my head slightly, taking a glimpse to see what does he have to say. My curious side getting the nest of me.

"I think my mother said something about yellow roses once." The Serbian said, and I scoffed, but didn't say anything. I knew about them as well, but I wouldn't dare speak for they might suspect me.

I saw that you merely turned your head to him, "what did she say Vuk?" you asked, referring him to his first name. I scowled, you two are extremely close.

"It means, 'I want to be your friend.'" Was what Kovac said. His blue eyes staring at the yellow bud, he scratched his head, ruffling the chocolate locks on his head.

By then I ignored everything. I didn't want you to find out it was me, it was embarrassing enough that I brought you that flower. My pride simply did not allow me to express myself. For the whole day everyone wondered who could have given you the flower. They will never suspect me, for them I was a 'meanie'. They will never suspect that I would have given you the rose; that I wanted to be your friend but was too prideful to admit it.

That smile you wore the whole day was worth it though. I couldn't help but sometimes glance your way. You were absent minded with a sweet smile on your lips. The rose was carefully held on your hand; the teacher tried to get you to pay attention but soon gave up. I never knew this would begin the slow change in our relationship.

A week afterwards, we also started to become something akin to friends. I still avoid you most of the day, but during lunch period, you would sometimes strike a conversation with me before the Serbian would pull you away.

The yellow rose spoke the words I couldn't say to you: 'I want to be your friend but I'm slowly falling for you.'

Author's note: Well then for the first chapter, is when they first met. This was loosely based on the World academy strip, I just changed it a bit.

As you can see Bul doesn't like Serb, historically speaking, they don't get along. In fact, I'm not sure if Bulgaria got along with a lot of people, his history with Romanian was also shaky as well.

I wanted to try having this in one person sort of view, but with the character narrating it as if telling a story or writing a diary, thus it did't start with the 'I'am_' nope I wanted it to be as if the character was just having a conversation. so the words were simple and not so elegant.

This story should be around six chapters. ^^ I didn't turn it into a one shot because I want you guys to see the slow development.

Anyway please tell me what you think.

Please forgive poor plotting, typographical errors, misspellings and the likes.

If you guys want to know what Vuk looks like tell me and maybe in the next chapter I might give the link.