Romania x Bulgaria

Chapter 1

He was going to come over again. It was not like I didn't like him. Romania was friendly and all, but sometimes a little too touchy. But I couldn't tell him no. He had that weird voice that practically said: I`m feeling sad, so I agreed, even if I was feeling feverish and tired and not in the mood to listen to his loud voice and weird, dark humor. I said yes. But I also think that if I have said no, he would still have bugged me about it, or just emotionally black mail me. It was way easier to just let him do whatever he wanted.

After a few hours I heard the bell from my door and I immediately tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever his mood was going to be. I took a deep breath before opening the wooden door.

"Good morning" He said while hugging me and kissing both my cheeks.

"It`s not morning. It`s 4 in the afternoon. I answered, grabbing his bony shoulders, hoping he would let go of me, instead, he brushed his nose on my neck. "What?" I asked frowning."

"Hmm… you're burning." I don't know why, but that statement made my face burn, and because of that I became more aware of him. The weird way he was breathing, irregular, the short inhales that alter with the deeper ones, like he had just ran, or the long and warm exhales that practically slipped on my already hot neck.

"I think I caught a cold." I responded, pushing him away. Romania looked at me, like he was studying my face, giving me the impression that my fever has gone up. "Will you stop glaring, please? It creeps me out."

"You`re face is also read. I you caught a cold you should drink some lime tea. It`s good for colds. Or eat some garlic." He said in a wise voice. In the first second I only sighed. I was certain he was going to start giving me granny`s wisdom-like treatments.

"I`m not going to eat garlic and I don`t want to drink tea now. I took a pill, I`ll live." I answered and all he did was shrug his shoulders and walk pass me. You could at least close the fucking door.

"Put on your pajamas and go to bed. I will be your nurse for today" Romania shouted from the kitchen.

"No, absolutely not!" Of course I didn't agree at first, but after thirty minutes of complaining and fighting I found myself in bed, with the blondish Romanian making me drink tea. It was either that or watch him sulk on the couch for the rest of the day and listen to his mischievous comments. I called that childish, he called it being eccentric.

The truth is I was feeling embarrassed, I did not need someone to make such a fuss over a minor cold, but he seemed to enjoy the role of the nurse. He actually made me food and tried to feed me like I was a kid, but of course, even my tolerance has a limit so I insisted on eating myself.

After a while, I started enjoying being taken care of, especially when he seemed to be willing to help me with whatever I wanted. So… telling myself that it was just this once, I decided to take a little advantage of his care for me. I asked for water, than later I wanted milk with honey, I even told him to bring me orange juice, but since I had no oranges, Romania also had to go out and buy some. To be franc, I wanted to at least be fair and pay for them, but he refused, telling me that one day, when he`ll feel sick, I have to spoil him too.

It was now dark outside, and Romania was still at my home. I was guessing he was not going to leave, but shockingly, it did not bother me. He didn't make any weird jokes anymore, and he wasn't as agitated as he usually is. Maybe because I was sick he acted like that? I was looking at him sitting on an armchair near my bed in a Turkish position, while eating one of my yogurts and staring at the war movie from the TV, even if it was Bulgarian and he had no idea what was going on because he didn't ( and still doesn't) speak my language. Still, he had a fascinated expression on his face. I thought if he was more interested in the things the explosions then the actual plot. His brown eyes that could easily look red had a weird, childish glow in them when a tank exploded or someone used some sort of weapon.

I found myself thinking he was cute. It wasn't like I wanted to. Romania was my friend for a long time and we only had one major fight, but none of us actually remembers it very well. Why was I thinking he was cute? I saw him a million times before, but only now I was noticing details to which I was blind. Like the shape of his nose, the funny way his fang looked when he smiled widely, even his little preposterous hat that he always had started to look somehow normal… would he be mad if I kissed him? No! I couldn't think like that. It was because of the fever that I was wandering such things. He had to leave, his presence confused me.

"You can go home now" I told him in a calm voice. Romania looked at me weird, like I was saying the most unbelievable things.

"But you're sick."

"I`m fine now. So you can go home. Or are you here because you are the one feeling lonely?"

I`m being mean… why am I being mean when he was so nice?

"Hey, I just wanted to visit you and see how you are doing because… because we`re friends, not because I`m lonely."

Do you want to start a fight? Stop it!

"Is that so? I was thinking it`s because you feel left out since, let`s face it, you`re not the most likable person."

Too far, you`re going too far.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He asked, getting mad. It didn't take a lot to make to upset him, and I was surely doing an excellent job at it.

"You can be way too arrogant, self-centered, childish, and you just refuse to let go of the whole Transylvania thing that happened with Hungary. Seriously, who cares?"

"I do! And how the hell did this conversation end up to be about Transylvania? Fine! You want me to live, I`ll live, and furthermore, I won`t come back. If I knew you disliked my presence so much, I wouldn't have even called in the first place!"

He was annoyed. I could see how his eyes held the anger and hurt and disbelief. He trusted me and called me a friend and I acted like that because I... loved him?

I`m sorry… Don`t be mad… I didn't mean it. Come back…

But he left. I heard the door slam and the car engine start.