The Unknown Fiddler

A/N: Currently, I'm working on the other RoBul fic "You Have a Cute Nose" on Microsoft Word, but for now, I decided to do a multi chapter fic, "The Unknown Artist". It's going to be the first AU fic I ever done. Plus I haven't done a multi chapter fic in a year and half. At least, since I've put my earlier one, "Freedom, Justice" on hiatus for over a year now.

Characters are Mircea Tomescu (Romania) and Nikolai Tsvetanov (Bulgaria). The original characters belong to Mr. Himaruya, creator of "Hetalia: Axis Powers".

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'Why do I get a feeling that this day won't be your usual first day back?'

Moving his way through a slightly crowded hallway, a brunette haired man took his time to find his dorm. Unlike last year when he had to share a dorm with another student, Mircea Tomescu got the new dorm to himself. This means he got more privacy and personal time to himself for the whole year.

Mircea had returned to United States on a student visa for a local university after spending summer back home with his family in his native Romania. Plus he had gotten a scholarship, so his parents didn't have to worry about paying for tuition. Of course the Romanian still had to buy things for himself as needed. His younger brother, Andrei, was also joining him, entering in his first year.

Now entering into his new dorm, Mircea then started unpacking his bag and boxes. He just wanted to crash onto his bed and lay there. Sighing, the Romanian then proceeded to put up books, posters containing his favorite local team, small desk lamp, and so on. Once he was done setting things up and decorating, he had one more thing to do: make a warning poster.

'This will teach them not to mess with me again,' he thought, chuckling. As soon as he pulled a cap off a marker, a familiar smell hit his nose.

"Ugh," he groaned and did his best to ignore the awful smell. Carefully and in his best handwriting, Mircea wrote, "To everyone who tries to get me to join the magic club or similar clubs, do it and I will find ways to torture you. Have a nice day." It was in both Romanian and English.

"Teaching them a lesson, are we?" A voice with Bulgarian accent appeared behind the Romanian. He turned around to see who it was.

"Since when are you invading my dorm?" he asked, now annoyed. The other student, dark haired and with green eyes, was leaning on the doorway. A wide smirk was on his lips.

"Since you left the door open. Who knows what perverts could come into here? And nice decorations," the taller student chuckled. Mircea narrowed his eyes, but knew that he was right. He would have to be more careful next time. But a small smile appeared on his lips.

"You have a point there. Mulţumesc," he muttered, turning a bit red and stood up. "Excuse my manners. I never got your name. Mircea Tomescu."

"Nikolai Tsvetanov. I'm living in the dorm across from yours, so I suppose we'll be seeing each other much." Nikolai said after taking one last look around in the other's room. "Now, about that poster. You're still going to hang it up?"

"Yep, you can help me pick out the best spot for it," Mircea laughed, then bent down to get his poster. As he picked it up, the Bulgarian turned a bit red when he had a nice view of his neighbor's rear. The Romanian had just realized that. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat as he slowly stood up. "Um… the spot, if you please.."

Shaking his head, Nikolai smiled. "Sure, it should be on the front door. Unless others could consider it threating and might be even a harassment. If that's so, then how about a wall by the door?" he snickered.

"Perfect. I'll hang it on the wall. The door's not bad, but I'll play it safe," the Romanian said, smiling happier. After using the tape to hang the poster, Mircea turned to the Bulgarian. "In case you were wondering, I was invited to join the Magic Club last year. It was great until one day, a certain Brit had to pull out the Ouija board and I left the room right away, never to return to the club for good. He blames me for not taking part in it…" he said, sighing.

Nikolai raised his eyebrow, but shook his head again. "I'm not into magic and stuff like that, but I agree with you on the Ouija board- it's bad news." Rubbing the back of his head, the Bulgarian looked at the other. A soft smile crept onto his lips. "Since I've invaded your dorm, it's only fair if you can come into mine," he said, chuckling.

Mircea now grinned at this, revealing his famed "canine" tooth. He also raised his eyebrow. "Sounds suggestive, but okay then. Lead the way." He tried not to giggle at how the taller student sounded. Nikolai whined a bit, but went back into his own dorm. Sitting down onto his bed, the Bulgarian watched the Romanian, who had followed him.

"I'd rather you didn't make my comment sound dirty…" he grumbled, but just relaxed though. Mircea was busy taking in the surroundings in Nikolai's dorm. Smiling softly, the Romanian sat onto a nearby chair. The Bulgarian suddenly felt at ease with the other around. He didn't know why, but something about the shorter man from Romania was taking him in.

Mircea was now propping his cheek on his hand. He had now noticed that Nikolai was relaxing. Curious, he asked the other. "Are you usually this relaxed when meeting new people or just those you know well? Or just me?"

Chuckling quietly, Nikolai then answered. "Just those I know well. But you're the first new person I'm at ease with." With that, he stretched his arms and lay back onto his bed. "Besides, you're not so bad compared to the other students I had to deal with last year. Most are just being immature and learning to be adults in real world…"

"Hmm… so I'm the first new person. Nice to know," Mircea said, smiling a bit. "By the way, correct me if I'm wrong, but your accent and name tell me you're from Bulgaria."

"You heard right. My voice tends to be like that after staying home over summer and when I come to an English speaking nation, it shows," Nikolai explained, now sitting up. Then, his stomach growled. A bit red in his face, the Bulgarian chuckled sheepishly. "Erm… want to get something to eat? I'm paying for it."

The Romanian thought for a bit. They had just met and already they were getting a bit friendly. Yet he wanted to know more about the other. Besides, he had been interested in what Nikolai's life and background was like. Plus him alone. "Da. I'm kind of feeling hungry as well. I just need to check on my brother first-"

"OI! Tomesecu, what are you doing here and care to explain that bloody poster of yours?!" Another voice had come from the hallway. It was Arthur Kirkland, a second year from London, England. He had clearly seen Mircea's poster after going into the other's doom to check on everything. He also happened to be an DA, too. Being the DA was rough, especially a week before courses started. There were signs of stress on his face, but also being irked, perhaps even really pissed off.

At this, Nikolai leaned his chin on his hands. "Mircea told me what happened in the Magic Club of yours last year. Using the Ouija board? Tsk tsk," he said, raising his eyebrow at the sudden outburst.

The Brit scowled at him. He didn't need more trouble and those two were plenty. "None of your business, Tsvetanov," he snapped. His bushy eyebrows furrowed deeply. Sighing, Arthur then took one last look at the other two, rubbing his temple on the right. "I need to check on others. Do me one favor: take that poster of yours down or there will be problems. Got it? I'll be watching you two." He then left to deal with a unruly student three doors down from the left.

Scoffing, Mircea then rolled his eyes. "Well, I'll just pop in and check on Andrei- my younger brother. See how he's settling in," he chuckled, getting up and just stretched. The Bulgarian smirked. He got up as well, too, and followed the other out of the dorm. Once the Romanian got to his own dorm, he took another look at the warning poster. Standing there, Mircea pondered on what to make it better.

Nikolai had come up behind the shorter male. "If I can suggest, I'll be happy to write the same message in my language," he snickered. He enjoyed pissing off people who annoyed him. "Give me that marker."

A large smirk was on the Romanian's lips. Looking around, Mircea found where he'd left it: on his desk. He handed it to the Bulgarian, who in turn, copied the same message in his own native language. Now there was a message in Cyrillic letters, used in Slavic languages.

"Perfect. We could even continue this in other languages, but I think we have gotten enough heat from that wound-up guy," Mircea said quietly, looking at the newest addition. Then he remembered. "You didn't say where to meet."

"Oh, yeah. How about that small café near the river? It's not far from here," Nikolai suggested. The campus was just three blocks from the river, being near a historic district. Nodding, the Romanian smiled and went off to find his brother.

…

It was a clear evening as the Romanian walked along the old cobbled sidewalk. He was meeting the Bulgarian at the café for a light meal together. Which it was unusual for him in meeting someone for the first time. Half hour earlier, Mircea had found his brother in middle of a fight with a bigger roommate. He just stood there watching, sighing to himself. Andrei tended to start small fights on almost everything and this time, it was over on having enough space for his personal stuff. After getting his brother to calm down, the Romanian just hugged him and left the building. He chuckled at the memory of Andrei making faces upon receiving a hug. After ten minutes or so, he found the café and decided to look for Nikolai.

Nikolai had found a table earlier, but asked a waitress to wait with the menus. Mircea headed inside and was told that the Bulgarian was out on the patio by the river. Smiling as he joined the other, Mircea then sighed and leaned back in his chair. He was just a bit worn out after a long day unpacking everything in his dorm.

"Took me a bit longer than I thought. I caught my brother in a fight with his new roommate.." he sighed, rubbing his eyes. The Bulgarian shook his head in understanding and motioned for the waitress to come over. After taking the menus in their hands, Nikolai sighed. He knew what it was like to have a roommate that would cause trouble.

"I had a roommate last year. But in this case, it was his unusual sleeping pattern, sleeping in late and waking up early. Somehow that didn't bother him. It did bother me. And I'd confront him about it, making him to have a regular pattern like most people," he muttered, now looking over at the menu.

The Romanian had been listening and could just sit there, frowning a bit. "The one I had was just weird. Nice, but a little odd. He would tell great stories of his country, but kept a large collection of SpongeBob SquarePants stuffed figures on the windowsill by his bed. They were quite creepy…"

"SpongeBob? Ugh. That guy gives me the creeps.." the Bulgarian shuddered, one of his worst fears about to come true. He then bent his back in a way that his spine cracked, making some popping sounds in his joints. "Probably an overgrown teen that haven't learned to grow up mentally.."

"Yeah, that would make sense. Like you said earlier, you were fed up with immature people," Mircea chuckled, raising his eyebrow in amusement at the other cracking his back like that. He then turned to the menu and they finally decided on their choices. During the meal, the Romanian looked out at the river. It was a beautiful sight and various types of boats were passing by.

Nikolai was finishing up on his water, but smiled softly as he watched the other. When Mircea felt that a pair of green eyes was on him, he turned to see that the Bulgarian was watching. Blinking, Nikolai then muttered, a bit of blush on his cheeks; he was looking at the river now. The Romanian tried not to laugh, covering his mouth. "Sorry, but it's kind of cute to see you like that."

Rolling his eyes, Nikolai waved the waitress over to pay the bill. After the bill was paid for, the two started a slow walk back to the campus, enjoying the warmth from the sun. That night, Mircea was on his bed, having done a bit of last cleaning before settling in. He had been working on a letter to his parents back home. That day was definitely different from last year.

As the Romanian stopped writing for the night, he turned to look at the poster on the wall facing his bed. Then his eyes shifted to the case that held his fiddle, a gift that was given to him from his grandfather. It was all of what reminded of his grandfather- beautiful notes playing in his mind. Mircea smiled and he turned over to sleep after turning out the light. This year would be interesting and unusual.

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I think I might have rushed through in their meeting, but I wanted to show that Bulgaria isn't cold, mean and even flat in his personality as portrayed in some fics. On the other hand, I wanted to show that Romania can be serious sometimes and not really childish at times. Oh, by the way, Andrei is Moldova.