Bulgaria was not jealous. No way.
It was...a one time thing.
Well at least he hoped it was.
Was it her fault?
In a way, yes. It was all her fault.
But she wasn't aware of what she did. And so he couldn't blame her.
At the back of his mind, Bulgaria knew what was wrong.
He was in love with his best friend. His best friend for centuries.
Which meant he knew who his best friend loved.
Elizabeta, personification of Hungary was the cause of all his problems.
Bulgaria saw the way his one true love looked at her. His best friends eyes would turn to Hungary the minute she walked in the room.
As much as he hated to admit it, it hurt. It hurt so badly.
Romania deserved happiness.
And so, even if it tore his heart to pieces, he'd remain by his side. He stated that.
So why won't he stop crying?
Oh dear fluff why am I writing this?
I don't own anything!