A/N: Bulgaria's opinions are not shared by me. I'm in no way homophobic, I support gay marriage, I'm part of the LGBT* community myself so I apologize if I have offended somebody. It is not my intention.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
It was common knowledge that Bulgaria was homophobic. There was no room for arguing as even the most dense people knew it. Even whenever Italy would do as little as latch himself on Germany's arm, Nikola's face would scrunch up in discuss and he would start murmuring random Bulgarian words before pushing his chair backwards and leaving the meeting.
The first time he did that, everybody stared after him confused and disbelieving he left before even the middle of the meeting. Of course, during the next meeting Germany started yelling him for leaving so early and Bulgaria, having been yelled at for an hour, finally lost it and snapped:
"I DON'T WANT TO SEE SOMETHING DISGUSTING AS THIS. KEEP YOUR SEXUAL PREFERENCES OUT OF THE MEETING!"
His outburst was followed by a complete silence during which he could see most of the countries go purple from pent up anger, Hungary looked particularly eager to hit him with a frying pan. Luckily for him, Romania had taken pity on his friend and stepped in front of him before anybody could harm him. For that, Nikola was really grateful. Of course, a huge argument had escalated from there but it didn't matter. After all it was bound to happen at least once during a World Meeting.
From that day on whenever Bulgaria suddenly stood during the meeting, nobody tried to stop him. Nobody really talked to him either. Well...except Romania, but that's a given. They had always been inseparable. They had been friends for almost as long as Bulgaria existed – everything they've been through, they've been through it together. They entered the European Union at the same time, fuck, they even got freed from Turkey in the same year. And sure, Dmitri kind of creeped him out with his Vlad The Impaler stories but it didn't matter because they were still together and knew each other better than they've known anybody else.
It was not really his fault that he was homophobic. More then ninety percent of the Bulgaria's population were intolerant towards people like this and, frankly, he couldn't understand how somebody could love the thought of kissing somebody from the same sex. It was freaky and unnatural and honestly it made him want to puke.
He couldn't believe he was thinking this during a World Meeting but, in all honesty, who could blame him since Britain had been droning for the last two hours and the temperature was almost over 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit). For the first half an hour, Nikola had been focusing on what the nation was saying but then he stopped pretending to even pay attention. He had spun slightly in his spinning chair a couple of times, before becoming bored with it and started clicking his pen. Click...click...click...click...and he was still clicking it. Beside him, Dmitri could barely keep his eyes open. The blonde was constantly yawing and blinking in order to keep himself awake but it didn't seem to work very well because his head soon flopped on the wooden table with a barely audible thump. Nikola had to bite his tongue to keep himself from snorting and the utter lack of grace, that action had displayed.
'Well so much for the graceful Dmitri.' he thought with a smile as he watched the blonde drool slightly in his sleep, a strand of hair sticking to his forehead probably because of the hot weather. Still smiling, he reached out his hand and tucked the strand of hair behind Dmitri's ear then, without realizing what he was doing, he let his fingers trail lightly down the blonde's face. Suddenly his senses came back to him and he removed his hand as if it were burned. Standing so quickly that it made the chair screech from the action, waking up all of the sleeping nations in the process, he almost ran towards the bathroom, leaving the room filled with confused faces.
'No no no no!' he began to chant in his head. 'This absolutely cannot be happening!' he screamed mentally as he brought his fist towards the mirror, making it shatter. 'Ok, calm down, Nikola this probably doesn't mean anything. You just tucked his hair behind his ear...and trailed your finger down his face, fuck!' He was not okay, no, there was definitely something wrong with him. Perhaps he had caught a cold, yes, that was it. Stupid Bulgarian weather getting from 0 degrees to 40 (from 32 to 104 Fahrenheit) in a day. He decided to splash his face with some water and then go home. Putting his hands below the tap, he noticed that not only did the water stung his hands a little bit, but it became a pale pinkish color. 'Great. I'm bleeding.' he thought with a grimace, before splashing his face a couple of times to clear his mind. Quickly turning off the tap, he returned to the meeting, ignoring all the nations that stared at his wet face, and sat down on his chair. Everything returned to the boring suffocating atmosphere that had been present before his arrival so Bulgaria settled to amuse himself by clicking his pen.
He had been staring at his thumb, which was clicking the pen, for half an hour with an incredibly bored expression when suddenly long pale fingers wrapped around it, brushing his in the process.
"What's wrong?" whispered Romania as Bulgaria let go of the pen as if his hand were burned.
"Nothing." Nikola snapped quietly at his friend and made a move to remove his hands from the table but Dmitri grasped his wrist before he could do it.
"You are bleeding." whispered the blond as he slowly moved the tip of his forefinger along the wounds, without letting go of Bulgaria's wrist.
"It's fine." he snarled as he watched Romania swipe a drop of blood, before snatching his hand back.
"If you say so." deadpanned the blonde as he brought his brought his finger to his mouth. Nikola watched mesmerized as Dmitri's tongue wrapped around the pale finger, licking off the blood while doing so. He could feel himself become lightheaded and the realization that Dmitri,who was a boy and his best-friend was the cause of it, made him feel nauseous. 'Please, let the meeting end soon. Моля те!(Please/I beg you)' he prayed in his mind as he watched England who was still talking and talking and talking...
Luckily for him, his prayers were answered and soon enough England announced:
"Okay. That was all I had to say. The meeting is over."
While the other nations moved like butterflies coming out of their cocoon, while stretching their limbs, Nikola fled the room as if the Devil was chasing him.
Dmitri stared at the place where his friend had been half a second ago with a bemused expression.
"What's wrong with him today?" asked a concerned Moldova. Her brother just hummed, licking his finger once again, trying to taste Bulgaria's blood one more time before answering "I really don't know."
"Maybe you should check on him. He didn't look very good." she suggested to her brother.
"Yes, perhaps you are right." he nodded before he too left the meeting
Meanwhile Bulgaria was freaking out as he was boiling hot water with matricarias. His throat wasn't hurting but one can never be too careful. Apparently he was really sick because otherwise he wouldn't have felt that way towards Dmitri. 'Yes, you're just sick. There's no other explanation. Or maybe you just-' Nikola cut that train of thought because it was impossible for him to like Dmitri. It was unnatural and disgusting and he definitely wasn't attracted to a guy, who was his best-friend nonetheless. Nope. No, way in Hell.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Coming!" he shouted as he turned off the hot plate where the water was boiling before heading towards the door. As he opened it, he saw the last person he wanted to deal with right now.
"Nikola!" shouted Dmitri as he wrapped his hands around the Bulgarian. Now, that wasn't anything unusual, Romania was always this touchy but right now Bulgaria couldn't deal with all this. He could feel Dmitri's body heat radiate from his, as the blonde pressed his body against his but before he could come to his senses and push him away, the other nation had already released him.
"Why are you here?" Nikola managed to croak out as he willed for the redness in his face to go away.
"Well you acted kind of weird during the meeting so I came to see you, answered Romania as he turned towards Nikola, making his red clothes form some sort of wings behind him, as he flashed his friend a grin.
"You didn't need to bother, Romania." answered the brunette coolly, making the younger nation frown at him. He really hated it when Nikola would get cold and distant. They were friends. Pentru Dumnezeu, they were best-friends
"Then why are you boiling water with matricaria? You only do gargara* when you're sick." and with that, Romania stepped right in front of Bulgaria and started to lean towards him.
'Wh-What? Wh-Why is he doing this? I-is he-? О, Боже, той ще ме целуне (Oh,God, he'll kiss me)!' Bulgaria's thoughts were completely chaotic as he watched Dmitri's face come nearer and nearer; everything seemed to go and Nikola found himself closing his eyes in anticipation of something. But that something never happened because all Dmitri did was press his forehead against the brunette's. Instantly, Nikola's eyes shot open and he found himself staring at two red eyes who seemed to glint with poorly-hidden amusement.
"Wh-What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he shouted as he pushed Dmitri away from him.
"I just wanted to check your temperature." explained the blonde as he smiled, showing off his fang. "But you seem to be okay. That's it if we don't take your flushed face into consideration."
"Now that you know I'm fine, you can leave." Bulgaria said, ignoring the comment about his face, as he started pushing Dmitri towards the door.
"But Nikolaaa" whined Romania but to no effect.
"Thanks for your concern. Довиждане (Goodbye)!" Nikola said hurriedly as he slammed the door after he had managed to push the blonde out of his apartment.
After he had finished doing his gargara, Nikola decided he needed a shower, so he undressed and turned on the hot water. Nikola liked taking his time showering – it made him loosen up and relax. The water cascading down his back, the feeling that came from being under the hot spray, couldn't compare to anything. After washing his hair he slowly started to cover his body with shower gel, enjoying the water's warmth on his skin.
Washing the substance off his hands, he saw the small cuts from where that broken mirror had touched his skin. They were almost completely healed, but that's not what was bothering him. Nikola remembered quite clearly the way Dmitri's pale hand had touched his, gently sweeping the drops of blood, in fact he could still feel the tingling sensation the action had caused. But Goddamn it, Dmitri's tongue was what really bothered him. He remembered the heat that had coursed through his body while watching the blond wrap his pink tongue around his finger, lapping at the blood as if it was-'Don't think about it!' shouted Nikola to himself but to no avail. His mind seemed to enjoy replaying the scene over and over again and Bulgaria found all of his blood rush downwards.
He tried switching the water to cool, but nothing seemed to help reducing his absolutely unwanted hard-on. Cursing like a sailor in his mind, the brown-haired male wrapped his hand around his shaft and started pumping it slowly. He couldn't quite remember when the last time he had jerked off was but it sure as hell wasn't soon. Probably that's why it felt so good now. Increasing the pace of his hand, he tried to find a nice fantasy that will help him reach climax as sooner as possible, so that he'll have enough time to be embarrassed about it before finally getting over it.
'Okay, Nikola, imagine a nice hot woman and lets get this over it.' he beckoned himself as he pumped himself faster, moaning at the feeling. He imagined a nice blonde woman sucking him off as his pace increased even more, his mouth opening to let out the string of moans. 'Fuck I'm so close.' he thought as his finger slowly stroked the head of his dick. The blonde girl in the fantasy seemed to become more real. The colors were becoming more prominent but that wasn't the only change in her: her hair seemed to become much shorter and more of a strawberry and her skin was becoming paler and paler. Nikola was so fucking close now, he could almost feel it when suddenly the blonde looked up and Nikola found himself staring in two red eyes glinting with amusement and desire. As he reached his climax he could swear that the person had smirked with his dick in their mouth.
'Мамка му, мамка му, мамка му, МАМКА МУ! (A/N: The Bulgarian way to say "Damn it")' he screamed in his mind as he collapsed to the ground. 'I just jerked off at the thought of Dmitri blowing me'.
Well, so much for the relaxing shower.
A/N: *gargara – a traditional way of dealing with a cold especially one involving sore throat and a nose through which you can't breath. It's basically boiled hot water with matricarias. You put your head above the water and breath deeply through your mouth. Surprisingly enough ,it helps you get better.
If you want to know how the Bulgarian words sound like,ask in the reviews, I'll answer in the next chapter. I didn't right it here because I'm not sure if you care (~ ^o^)~