Hello Everyone, I am new on this site *coughs* well not really so new. I mean I always come here and read all the amazing fanfiction written by amazing people. I thought I should make an account and try to see if I have a change being around here *coughs more*.
Actually someone suggested me to make an account here on my Scotland page. Yes, I have a Scotland page and also a Romania one.
And err...lets just go back to our main topic, shall we?
I am not sure how many chapters this story will have, but I will make sure to please you all with it.
A short summary? Well... Lets just say, that France is well.. in a big big love problem. I don't have any ideea for the summary so I'll let be for now so that i cando it for later ^^"
"I shouldn't 'ave come outside in zhe middle of zhe night to tend zhe roses..." the shoulder-length blonde haired man muttered to himself as he was slowly and carefully tending his roses under the lights of the moon. His blue eyes glancing at the moon as he stopped tending the roses and looked at it. He smiled proudly of his work, but his smile faded as a heavy sigh escape his lips.
"Mon dieu...I still feel down.." he mumbled as he let the scissors down on the small table and put a hand on his wraist while the other running through his blonde hair.
This very man that a moment ago was tending his roses isn't just a normal human. He is the personification of France, Francis Bonnefoy. Who is called the nation of arts, and a lover of everything beautiful.
But who knows for what reason was he tending his roses at such a late hour..
As small steps could be heard the nation gritted his teeth and cringed at the very familiar stepping noises. He had heard those steps so many times that he became familiar with its pattern.
And before he could even turn around, he swallowed hardly as he felt a hot breath against his ear, before poisonous words got whispered into his ear.
/ Oh 'ow a fool you are, Francis
/ To allow yourself to engulf in zhe pain and darkness
/ Now do you realize just 'ow wron' you were?
/ Now do you regret ever refusing my offer?
/ You are doomed to never be loved again..
/ Just because of a single woman of the past.
The nation did not move nor said a word as his eyes got covered by a cold and pale hand, another one wrapping around his wraist as he cold feel the warm yet cold body of the person with the toxicating voice against him. And he shuddered upon feeling the hot lips brushing against his ear then the fangs tracing his ear as he swallowed once again.
/ Kill him..
/ Let that person taste the feeling of losing someone..
/ Let the darkness be your toy do not enslave yourself to it, Francis.
"Zhe darkness?" the blonde nation muttered as his eyes were now open and this time he could see as the hand that covered his eyes was now taken away.
"Da, the darkness, my sweet Francis" the person whispered while chuckling softly "Now, how about I give you a pleasant night?" he whispered against his ear as the nation shuddered and turned around, his eyes meeting the red ones.
"...please Romania...please let me be. You know to whom my feelings belong to" Francis muttered while cupping the other male's face slowly.
The other nation cleary was not pleased by the answer nor the cupping, with a quick movement he had the blonde nation of romance tackled to the ground, being on top of him while his fangs were out.
"Francis, despite him making you suffer you still love him!?" Romania growled as his gloved hands trailed over his cheeks before harshly sinking his hands in the blonde nation's hair and gripping tightly enought to make Francis gasp and wince from the pain.
"R-Romania, stop it." Francis muttered but as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth his lips got sealed with the other nation's, pressing hardly as the hot and wet tongue traced his lips slowly.
But as Romania saw the blonde nation wasn't going to open his mouth, he skillfully took out his gloves and sank his nails in the sides of the nation's which made him gasp, allowing Romania's tongue slip inside his mouth and taste every inch of it, before teasing his tongue and moaning softly. But not being the only one to moan as Francis let out noises and hesisantly teasing his tongue back as he felt once again driven out of his mind by the aroma and the scent of this unique nation. A nation that never thought he would do such a thing with. His heart beat quickly against his chest as his blood rushed quickier in his body.
But soon both of the nations were out of air, Romania was the first to break the kiss, a trail of drool linked their tongues for a moment but as soon as the kiss was broken, Francis tried to get out from underneath the nation but no use as the nails that had been sinked in his sides went deeper, making him wince in pain as he could smell the metalic smell of his own blood in the air, mixed with the scent of roses. Then slowly Romania licked his lips again "Alright then,Francis. But don't forget... One day... you will be mine and only mine. You will come to me on your knees and beg for me to love you. Because my dear Francis, you are cursed to never be loved again. Cursed to live trapped in a life full of lies and pain. And only I..hold the key to your salvation." Romania whispered while taking out his nails and licked the blood off of them.
"You will be mine one day, until then... goodnight my love." Romania whispered again, chuckling at the expression Francis was letting be shown on his face.
Francis was staring at him the whole time in shock and suprise, not like it was the first time to hear such a thing coming from Romania. But today, he seemed more pushy than before, when he would just hold him and whisper in his ear the poisonous words that began to take over his judgement. He did not understand Vlad, yes...Romania's human name was Vladimir, but Vlad was a shorter nickname. Vlad was acting all dark and cruel these past nights, and it didn't help the fact that he was in a situation where he wanted to go in the deepest hole in the world and cry there witouth being afraid somebody would hear him. And now as he watched the nation chuckling he couldn't help but swallow nervously as he knew what would happen next. Before he could even get the chance to say something he gasped upon feeling the sharp fangs sink deep into his neck and the warm blood dripping slowly, although it soon began being sucked slowly by Vlad. He wanted to move to say something, but his mind clouded as he felt weak and feeling strange. He didn't feel this unpleasant but rather .. he felt as his saddness and everything was being relieved by this action. Slowly moving his hands he put them on the other's back as he began breathing heavily, from the feeling of the hot lips pressed against his neck, the tongue that would slowly lick the bitemark before sucking there once again. But slowly his vision began darkening as he lost his conscious.