Vlad's eyes open in a strange room. What happened? He sat up, he was in a strange smelling room a with itchy blankets. There was a lamp beside him and a blanket. There was a suitcase in the corner of the room and a bathroom attached into the suite. The little boy sniffled, tears filling his eyes. Where was he? Where was his room? Where was his blanket and toys? Vlad crawled out of the sweet smelling bed and looked down. He was only wearing a really large version of one of his shirts. His eyes teared up more. He was so confused! He ran from the room, crying as went on.
"Hump!" Vlad fell back before looking up at the man he just ran into.
"S-S-Sorry!" He cried, hoping the man didn't attack him. "I-I'm sorry!"
"Hey kid, its okay." The man's skin was darker then Vlad's porcelain skin and he wore a mask over his face and a funny looking red hat. "I thought this Hotel was booked out for us countries...Where are your parents?"
"I-I don't know. I'm Romania..." He sniffled.
The other man looked at him shocked. "That little blond guy with the fangs?" The man looked at him closer, noticing the little fangs Vlad had. "Oh man...It is you isn't it? What happened?"
"What do you m-mean?" He rubbed his eyes, still terrified.
"Oh, I guess this is a little scary for you." The guy laughed. "I'm Turkey. I guess you don't really know whats going on. Come here, I'll help you." Turkey kneed down to help Vlad up and was surprised when the little vampire wrapped his arms around him in a hug and started crying again. "H-hey, its okay there. No need to cry!"
"I'm, so, scared!" He cried, clinging to the man.
A small smile found itself on Turkeys face. "How about you stay with my for awhile Romania? Would that make you feel better? I promise to protect you." Vlad nodded, still sniffling and rubbing his eyes. Attempting to get rid of the tears. Sadiq picked him up and carried him to his room. Finally the boy calmed down.
"Papa-Turkey, why are you so big?" Vlad asked curiously.
"Because I was a Empire!" Turkey grinned wildly, the pride clear in his voice.
"Woah! That must'a been amazing!" The little boy gasped.
"It was great." His smile faded. "Until they started to believe the rumours."
"Why? Did they not love you anymore?" Romania looked at Turkey, he wasn't smiling and his whole body seemed to show how tired he was. He missed his empire and all the people he had. Vlad's heart hurt just thinking about it.
"It's not that...like American's and North Europe makes rumours that I will 'Kidnap' them." Vlad wrapped his arms around Turkey as tight as the little boy could muster.
"I don't believe it! Papa is a good guy! He isn't scary and he is protecting me! You wouldn't kidnap anyone!" Turkey looked at the small boy amazed.
"Thanks kid, and of course I will protect ya!" He laughed, taking him into a hug.
Vlad giggled and grinned a toothy grin. "Of course Papa! I know you will! I love you!"
"I love you too little one." Turkey let go of Vlad. "Now go play and I'll make us something to eat, okay? Don't break anything."
"I won't!" Vlad ran around the room pretending to be a vampire, or, stereotypical one. He jumped and spun, laughed and fell on the floor giggling. Turkey watched him with a heart warming smile.
"Alright Vlad, time to eat!" The older man said, setting down a plate of baklava. Vlad grinned as he took a bit of the sweet and ate it and sat right next to turkey as he ate it.
"Hey papa, can you tell me a story?" He asked with a cute smile.
"A story?" Turkey hummed for a second before looking at the small Romania. "Have you heard the one about the God and the pigeon?"
"No, whats that?"
"Well once a long time ago, a large part of the world was flooded with water, God send two birds, a Crow and a Pigeon to check how deep the water is. The crow and the pigeon went off to check. The pigeon deeps his feet in the water to check if it was to deep...while the crow...started to eat remains of a person. Then God punished the crow to were he will never be full, and then reward the pigeon of being the bird of Allah." Turkey nodded.
"So the crow went on with the omnomnoms?" H tilted his head to the side, looking up curiously.
"Yup." Turkey laughed, patting his head "Sadly he can never stop."
"Oh...Poor crow." Vlad yawned, leaning against Turkey.
"You tired?" He smiled.
"No!" He pouted.
Turkey bit his lip, trying to hold back the laughter. "Ya sure?" He questioned as he picked him up, walking down the hall.
"Yes!" Vlad yawned again and stretched, falling asleep as Turkey rocked him in his arms.
"Go to sleep little one." He smiled warmly.
"Papa..." Vlad said quietly as Turkey laid him down in bed."
"Yes Vlad?"
"Tomorrow can we go to the park?" He mumbled, cuddling the pillow. His eyes drooping.
"Yeah. Sure kid." Sadiq chuckled, tucking him in.
"Papa..." He said again.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Good night Vladislav." Turkey sat next to the boy until he was asleep, watching as he slept. He loved how cute Vlad was. The little boy didn't seemed to have a care in the world as he played or spoke to Sadiq, he was just happy as he was. So young and free...Sadiq would protect him. He vowed to himself. He would keep Vlad safe...He loved the boy after all, he was like a son. Even after one day...Every child needs a family. That;s something the older Vlad lacked, a family that remembered he excised. That wouldn't happen again...
"Papa! Papa!" Turkey groaned...Why did he fall asleep on the couch of his hotel room? Who was calling him papa? Turkey opened his eyes to find a pair of bright red pupil-less eyes staring at him with wonder and excitement. "Look! I made you breakfast!"
"Wha-" Memories of the night before hit him. "Oh, Vlad, that's very kind of you." Much to Turkeys surprise Vlad didn't make a mess. He was able to make eggs easily without damaging or breaking anything.
"After you eat can we go to the park!?" Vlad grinned, his little fangs clear in the sunlight.
"Yes, yes. Did you eat already?" Vlad nodded earnestly. Sadiq quickly finished his food and looked at the overly impatient boy. "Alright, but first we need to get you some clothes that fit."
"Where do we get those?" Vlad questioned.
"Um...One moment please." Turkey left Vlad to use the phone. He had to dial around for the one persons number who would know what to do. "Hello, England, I need some children clothes. Do you have anything I could give a five year old?"
"What the bloody Hell are you talking about?"
"Well, I don't think you would really believe me if I told you." He chuckled.
"Try me."
"Well, you know Romania? He turned into a child." Turkey looked at the little boy rolling around on the floor, making him laugh.
"That git. What spell did he use?! I'll be there in awhile with some clothes for him. You'll have to pay me back though!"
"Of course I will!" He frowned. Stupid England.
After a hour of sitting with Vlad watching some show about anteaters, which for some reason he began giggling at, a knock finally came from his door. "Vlad, go into the bedroom okay?"
"Okay Papa." Vlad nodded, running into the bedroom. He didn't want to make his care taker upset with him. Sadiq opened the door to find England standing there with a bag of clothes.
"I called in a favour from some friends. These are Romania's old clothing. He should feel more comfortable in these." England sighed, handing him the bag. "Can I see the boy?"
"Alright...Let me help him get dressed first." Turkey frowned, not sure if he should trust the Englishman. He walked into the bedroom and set the bag down. "Vlad, I got you some clothes!"
"Yay!" The little one cheered.
"He said these would be to your liking." He said skeptically as he pulled out a small puffy sleeved red shirt, black riding pants, some leather boots, a small hat and a belt. Romania's eyes lit up as he saw the clothing.
"My clothes!" Turkey sighed relieved. He knew Vlad would like whatever but for some reason seeing the boy in his natural clothes seemed so much better then any old thing. It looked more like the Vlad he knew. "Thanks papa!"
"You should thank Arthur, he got them for ya." Turkey nodded. "Hes out in the living room."
Vlad gave Turkey a large hug before running out to see England, his fake Father following close at hand. Turkey hated England. He spread rumours and lies about him which ruined his empire, he had to make sure Vlad wasn't going to hear such nonsense. "Mr. Arthur, thanks for getting me my clothes!"
"It is no problem." England looked down at the child. "Yes, you certainly are Vladislav. What do you remember?"
Vlad frowned. "I remember waking up in a strange place and finding Papa in the Hallway. Thats all I need to remember! Papa is all I need!"
The two men looked at him shocked. Turkey grinned and hugged the little boy. "Vlad, lets head to the park now. Okay?"
"Yay! Park!" Vlad sang with glee.
"I won't stand in your way this time." England smiled softly, looking at the little boy cheering.
"Thank you." Turkey chuckled, taking the little boys hand in his as the three of them walked out of the room. Arthur said good bye and left, knowing perfectly well that he wasn't allowed to reveal that Vlad was a child. Hopefully no one else would find out.
"Papa! Look!" Vlad yelled from the top of the jungle gym. He looked around, trying to find Turkey. "Papa?" He was no where to be found. Vlad slid down the slide and looked around for him, running through the trees and panicking. "Papa!?"
"Hello little boy, wheres you dad?" A man asked.
"Vlad?!" Turkey yelled in pure panic, running all over the area of the park. He told Vlad to stay on the gym! Where was he!? "Vladislav!? This isn't funny! Vlad where are you!?"