Hi! This is my first fanfiction, and I hope you guys enjoy it! It is a Reader x Vampire!Romania pairing, and is rated T, possibly M, for later lemons. There will be some minor swearing and cursing, but not too much. Also, there will be some french in here that will be translated at the bottom of the page.

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine, and if it was I would have Romania and Bulgaria with me all the time. ^.^

Chapter One: A Hollow Heart

It was an early Saturday morning when you got out of bed. Quickly heading over to your mirror, you let out a sigh before picking up your brush and trying to remove the tangles from your (h/l) (h/c) hair. A sigh left your mouth as you let the brush drop and you simply stared at your reflection. Why couldn't you be pretty? Why did you always have to be so...you? You groaned as your alarm clock began flashing and beeping at you. Ah, that's right. You were hanging out with Romania and Bulgaria today.

"(Y/N)! Come downstairs for breakfast! Also, your friends are here!" You mom shouted at you from the first floor.

You raised an eyebrow before pulling on a dark red hoodie over your Three Days Grace tee-shirt. Quickly pulling on a pair of black jeans, you grabbed your combat boots and headed out the door. At the top of the stairs stood the eccentric Romanian whom you'd grown close to.

"There you are draga, we were looking for you! Come on, we're going to be late!"

Romania gave you a tight hug before sweeping you up and running down the stairs with you.

"Vlad! Put me down, you're gonna drop me!"

You laughed at his antics and bopped him on the head when he set you down. Walking over to Bulgaria, you gave him a quick hug before dashing into the kitchen. Bulgaria followed you with a small smile before sitting next to you at the table.

Romania was to your right and chatting amiably with your mom, who blushed slightly at his jokes and set down plates of food in front of the three of you. You ate slowly as the boys scarfed down their eggs and waffles. Bulgaria, of course, pulled some yogurt out and started eating it after he ate what your mom had given him, and Romania pulled out his little silver flask and began drinking his rasberry cordial again.

"Alright, guys, allons-y!"

You led them out of your house, and the three of you started walking to the park. It was a nice day out too. There was some wind blowing, and it looked like it might rain a bit later, but that didn't bother you three. There was a huge hill in the middle of the park that had a stately old oak planted on it. A frayed tire swing was tied to one of the branches and that was where you sat while the boys took seats on the ground.

Time flew by as you guys talked about many things: How you each were doing, magic, new spells, and, as always, the latest info on the prank war between Hungary and Romania. Romania insisted that none of it was his fault, and this just made Bulgaria and you laugh. A smirk popped up on the devilish Romanian's face before he leaned his head into your neck. You blushed as his hot breath washed over your throat, and you shivered a little when his teeth nipped your skin.

"Am I truly that funny draga? Maybe I should give you a proper reason to laugh at me."

His face was now a full blown grin as he tackled you, his hands going to your one weakness: your tickle spots.

"NO! ROMA-AHAHAHA-NIA ST-AHAHA-OP IT! HAHAHAHAHA!"

He finally let up and gave you that silly little one fanged grin that he knew drove you mad. You continued to giggle as Bulgaria just rolled his eyes at the two of you.

"Why don't you two just get a room? Imean, come one Romania, th eonly reason you tackle her is because you- MMPH!"

Bulgaria's words were cut off as Romania's hand slapped over his mouth. He pushed Bulgaria away before grabbing your hand and dragging you away with him, sticking his tongue out at Bulgaria.

"Ha ha , you can't catch us!"

Laughing, the two of you took off before finally collapsing on a bench outside of an old antique shop. Romania opened his mouth to say something to you, but right as he did, a crack of thunder rumbled through the sky and lightning flashed. You two hurried into the shop and stood there watching the rain fall. There was a dim, one bulb lamp on an old desk in the back of the shop where an old man sat with his feet propped up and his hat covering his face, trying to hide his light snores. You pulled Romania over to an old couch and sat down with him.

"I guess we have to wait for the rain to stop before we can go home." You said to him.

"Doesn't matter. I had fun with you today draga mei. We should play "Run from the angry Bulgarian" again sometime!"

You laughed at his small joke before he layed down and rested his head in your lap.

"Can you wake me up when the rain stops?" He asked, his eyes already fluttering shut.

"Sure Vlad. Sure" You answered with a yawn.

Your eyes fell slowly shut, and you fell asleep with him, listening to the rain. If only you had stayed awake, you would have seen the dark, glowing red eyes in the shadows ahead of you.

*End of chapter one*

Woo, first chapter finished! Okay! One of my favorite phrases for Romania is draga. It's basically just Romanian for dear. The french in here was allons-y. It means let's go. For any Dr. Who fans reading this, I hope you get my reference! ^.^

See you guys in the next chapter! Ciao!