Pairing: Vampire!Romania/Prussia

Warnings: Disturbing stuff, sometimes my English can be a bit off, crack-pairing, human names used.

About: Vladimir Moldova is a passionate vampire that lives far away from the world of the living. When he meets a young Prussian he knows something is a bit off. Both try to read back their diary's, looking for the answers they can't offer. And while Vladimir slowly starts to recognize the Prussian and feelings from deep down his heart take over, the Prussian starts to get closer to dying from a deal he once made with the dead to protect his brother.

Credits: Based on a rollplay I did with Sijna, you can find her on DeviantART please check her out. :D


Chapter 1: The Torn of the Rose

My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't have. And I shouldn't want you...

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It was just a normal night outside. The wind blew through the green leaves of big, high tree's. The birds sang their beautiful and last evening songs. And while the tree's seemed to dance on the rhythm of the wind, a young man kept their company.

A beautiful yet sad tone of music disturbed the silence. Unlike the other music this one sounded peaceful and soft and came from a tiny music box. The music box was made out of a simple, oak, wooden box, painted with graceful and magical lines. Vladimir seemed to dance with his whole heart as he held the tiny music box close to his chest, not willing to let it go.

His dance movements were almost magical. The way he danced and jumped around made it almost look like he floated around (maybe he even did float around). His feet fell passionately on the ground, every footstep carefully toughing the soft and young grass underneath. His long, strawberry blonde hair danced around his face as the wind blew through it with his soft yet powerful wind gusts. The moonlight fell on his pale, glimmering face, making his face look like that of an angel. The only thing that hid this magical creature from the real world were the small amount of tree's surrounding him.

A pair of footsteps came from behind him and disturbed the beautiful tone made out of pure magic. Vladimir shocked because of the sudden impact. The sudden and different sound disturbed the rhythm he had previously been in. He lost balance, slipped over his own feet and fell on the ground. A young man walked closer to him and burst into a hysterical laughter. The darkness made it a bit hard for Vladimir to take a closer look on him.

"Hey Hungry!" He joked, he probably meant "Hungary" but the look on his face showed clearly that it was meant to be a joke.

"Ugh... Autch!" Vladimir carefully stroke through his strawberry hair, hoping that the pain would go away. "Are you comparing me to Hungary now? I don't hope so..." Answer Vladimir calmly. He looked up to the young man, as he bow future to him, making it possible for Vladimir to see his face a bit. The man's expression was unreadable, a bit of a emotional yet sadistic expression was shown on his face. The first thing that Vladimir struck where his incredible uncommon eyes. They weren't red nor purple, but a mix between both, making his eyes look magical. It was immediately clear to Vladimir that the young man had a slight form of heterochromia iridum. His hair was albino white, which was another special thing about him, he had rather asymmetrical bangs which made him look pretty recognizable.

The boy looked rapidly away from the Romanian, a expression of shame showing on his face. "Uhmmm..." The silence around them was disturbing and seemed to go on for hours. "Uhmmm... Whahaha! You fell in one of my awesome jokes! Kesesese!" His expression was rather irrational, his laughter was pretty uncommon, disturbing and seemed to go on for a pretty long time before it finally came to it's end.

Vladimir rolled his eyes in a almost creepy way, it took him several seconds to let the feeling wash over him. The world seemed a bit hazy around him probably because he hit his head so hard.

"You must be a country... Just like me... But of course you aren't as awesome as me, no one is. Kesesese!" For the second time within a minute the young man had played a game on Vladimir. The man seemed so confident about himself that it made it slightly disturbing for Vladimir to look at him. The man closed his eyes while he put his hands in surrender. "Ho-Ho! Not so fast young man... If you weren't a country, you probably wouldn't have known about Hungary's country name." Vladimir smirked at his disturbing words, he knew Elizabeta all to well. The girl who always hit him with a frying pan on the head, the girl who named all her dogs after him, the girl he just couldn't stand in far to many ways, the girl he knew since childhood. Somewhere in the far distance of his head a bell started ringing. A small voice inside of his head told him that he knew this man. But he couldn't put all the pieces on their places to form an answer.

The man pointed his hand out, Vladimir hesitated for a moment before grabbing it. His hand felt soft and warm like that of a little boy. It had been an eternity since Vladimir last felt this comfortable warmth, he had been alone for so long, only to study magic day after day. He was like a hermit but yet some things were able to bring the romantic or more social side out of him. He didn't like to be around people, cause only a small or bold movement and he could kill them with his strange. This man seemed to be so young compared to him, yet their beauty would never get lost either through the years. The man's expression was full of shock as Vladimir's cold skin toughed his. But he tried not to show it, Vladimir didn't even recognize it. The smell of human blood made his mouth water every time he smelled it through the air. And that of country's was probably even the strongest, most dedicated and delicious blood exist. He had clearly chanced from who he once was and his memories held him back from biting him, he wasn't a monster.

The man slowly pulled him up and it was then that his magical eyes immediately took hold over him. The burning cold of his body toughing the warmth of the man with the magical eyes. It was like fire toughing ice, fire becoming one with ice and fire melting ice. For a few seconds Vladimir was deeply in thought, starring down to his feet and looking drastically slow up to the young man. A strange feeling overwhelmed him, working like a black hole on him on the place where his heart once was.

The young man came back to his question for the second time. "You are a country aren't you?" It was a bit of a useless question, of course he was a country, how could he otherwise know about Hungary? Again he thought back about the way how Hungary kept hitting him with her frying pan. The young vampire automatically went with his hand to a bump on his forehead followed by an "autch". Countries could feel the presence of another country all to well, it was a uncontrollable instinct just like Vladimir's uncontrollable lust for the red liquid inside human body's. It run through their vines and showed it to the mind.

"Y-Yes..." Vladimir stuttered, he took a few steps back in embarrassment. He slowly brushed the dirt of his clothes. His red satin slowly showed up again from underneath the dirty places. The young man in front of him gasped as he saw the expensive clothes.

"Wow..." He breathed, but his expression soon turned into a serious one. A bright smile gleamed over his lips. Vladimir smiled embarrassed as a thanks to the young man.

"Thank you, for helping me up..." Vladimir smirked shyly, yet it was a beautiful smirk, cause he didn't show it often. Vladimir wanted to know the name of the man so badly that it hurt. But on the other hand, he was a gentleman and wasn't going to ask the name of someone he didn't know, at least not before he had introduced himself first. Vladimir turned slowly ready to walk away while the man gasped, he wasn't going to let Vladimir go that easily.

"No! I'm to awesome to walk away from! Don't let that chance go! Let me know your name... Please..." Vladimir was a bit concerned about his well-being. He scratched his ear before turning back to the man. It was now that Vladimir noticed the man's look clearly and he was beautiful. Vladimir followed the man's gaze as. The man tapped his feet, waiting for a respond to come.

"I asked you something..." The man continued, now a bit frustrated from why it took so long. He shyly looked to the moon before looking back to Vladimir's magical face. Vladimir bit his underlip, he hadn't introduced himself for a while. But he was a gentleman and gentleman were supposed to introduce their-self. Vladimir bow in a politely gesture as he held his hand out to the young man.

"Vladimir... Vladimir Moldova, but most of the countries know me as Romania..." Vladimir felt a bit uncomfortable among the young man right in front of him. Was it because of his behavior? Or was it something else that hit him twice by now. It was not just his incredible curiosity that held him back from talking with the man. But also that his look struck him, it made him jam and he couldn't put his fingers to the point of who he was. And why he recognized him that clearly.

"Vladimir you say? Hmmm... That's a pretty uncommon... Yet beautiful name, it reminds me of someone, I think his name was Vladimir Dracula if I'm correct?" Vladimir became even more uncomfortable by these words, he tried to swallow a brick that was stuck in his throat now, but he couldn't, he just couldn't. For the second time the man pointed his hand out. "I am Prussia! Meine name ist Gilbert Beilschmidt" Vladimir held his eyebrow up in confusion. Gilbert pointed to a tiny, yellow bird on his shoulder. "And this is my awesome bird, Gillbird!" He turned his head to his shoulder and started to pet the little bird. Vladimir was astonished, not many people owned a bird that doesn't fly away.

"C-Can... Can I pet him?" Vladimir's love for animals came up in him again, when he was younger he had a cat named Micky, they did everything together, saddenly Vladimir didn't know how to resurrect something from the dead. And one day Micky died when he fell from the balcony. Vladimir could be a bit curious when it came to animals he didn't see very often, like small, yellow birds. His eyes went from Gilbert to Gillbird and back. Then he nodded in agreement, crossing his arms and followed by a sigh. Gilbert's eyes widened, but soon his lips curled up into a tiny smile.

Gilbert's loud voice followed. "Of course you can! Gillbird is to awesome to ignore!" He burst into another hysterical laughter, this time Vladimir's laugh joined in, he hadn't laughed in ages, yet Gilbert knew how to make him laugh for some reason. Gilbert pointed with his finger to the yellow bird. Without hesitating Gillbird jumped on his finger. Allowing Gilbert to hand him over to Vladimir. He was so tame, yet so fragile. Vladimir smiled softly, his face beaming, he slowly took Gillbird on his finger while he stroke the yellow feathers like waves.

"Aww... He's so cute!" The bird sang happy as he felt Vladimir's cold finger going through his feathers. "Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are to bright, their songs to sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feet them, they somehow manage to fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure." Gilbert's eyes flinched while he nod stiffly in agreement.

"That's why I wanted him to be free, he likes me and I like him back. He gives me freedom and hope and so do I." Gilbert pointed his finger out to the small bird. The bird immediately responded by jumping back on his partners finger. "Good boy!" He replied as a compliment to his dear bird. Gilbert's eyes went from Gillbird to Vladimir, a statement of curiosity appearing on his face. Yet he managed not to ask his following question like he wanted to. "What were you doing here anyway?" A expression of shock returned on Vladimir's pale face.

"I was... Dancing?" He looked down, couldn't this curious man see that he had other things on his mind? Vladimir took the music box from the ground and handed it over to the young Prussian. His eyes locked on his gaze and everything he did. Gilbert studied the music box steadfast but with a whiff of curiosity again. He was just such a curious man. His forefinger followed the black lines notched in the wooden fabric. Vladimir's eyes went to Gilbert's fingertip. Slowly a small smile started to appear over his lip, a innocent smile as he saw that the young Prussian liked the wooden, music box. He toughed Gilbert's fingertip but immediately snatched it back, a expression of shock following on both their faces. How could he be so dumb? Vladimir knew that his skin felt ice-cold and forever would feel the same way, yet he managed to though Gilbert's skin two times? Why did he do that? He shoot Gilbert a strict look before a strange expression brightened his face.

"What was that?" Vladimir snatched the music box out of the country's hands. So fast that it was almost impossible to believe that he just did that. He took a few more steps back until he slipped for the second time and fell in the pound behind him. Vladimir gasped for air, muttering in Romanian. Gilbert burst into his recognizable, hysterical laughter, while he struggled with himself to stay on two feet. Gilbert's voice was so weird, so frustrating, so embarrassing, so unique, yet it was so beautiful in his own way, same for his weird laughter. It took Gilbert quite some time to calm down a bit before he walked closer to the water, raising for what seemed like the third time for Vladimir's hand. Vladimir stopped breathing, while time seemed to stop around him. "Come on loser! Grab my awesome hand before I chance my mind!"

Vladimir took Gilbert's hand carefully, at least he was wet now, then he couldn't feel his cold body temper. There was something so strange about this man that even Vladimir couldn't manage to put his fingers on it. It all took the Romanian's attraction and not just a bit. He was hundredth percent sure that he had known this man before this event. Gilbert sniggered slightly, while he helped Vladimir back on his feet... Again. Vladimir couldn't help but love his smile, his smile made him smile as well for some reason, which was a bit hard to understand. Why was this young Prussian able to make him smile like that again, while no one else could? It was like he had known him for an eternity and had just met him again after many years of drastic circumstances. The years that he lived in his own shadow, in a big mansion, only practicing magic and imprisoning him even more through every hour. It seemed like that was gone now and it made Vladimir happy and overwhelm with joy, he wanted to say so many things. He wanted to say a thousands of words but yet didn't manage to come up with them, one by one.

"Thank you... Mr. Beilschmidt..." Vladimir managed to choke out, but it took him many effort to do. Gilbert steadied Vladimir a bit before letting his hands go of his body.

"Silly country!" Gilbert joked. And Vladimir smiled again as he was overwhelmed with pure joy. "So... What do you like to do most of your time?" Vladimir looked around while crushing the water from his hat. He leaned closer to the country and the closer he came the stranger this feeling became.

"Magic!" Vladimir whispered in a mysterious way. Suddenly the roles were turned, Gilbert became excited like a little kid, jumping up and down while Vladimir smirked in a almost creepy way, like always. Got you! Vladimir made a graceful gesture with his hands pointing to the sky and within seconds a cloud of smoke appeared in his hands, it slowly turned into a small, purple book. Vladimir's gaze went several times from Gilbert to his book but never managed to unlock his expression. He made himself look like a wizard, just to see Gilbert jump even more excited in the air.

"Ohhh! Maybe we can play a prank on Hungary and Austria!" Gilbert's smile was big, his eyes wide and while he stared to book, Vladimir grabbed his arm.

"That sounds like a excellent plan my friend..." It had been a while since Vladimir had been this excited for something, he was already trying to think of what Elizabeta's reaction would be. Gilbert almost chocked in his own breath. "Maybe Hungary will finally stop naming her dogs after me then..." Vladimir and Gilbert both burst into a laughter that held each other in balance. Vladimir couldn't help but love the warmth of Gilbert's arm compared to his own. An old same time odd feeling of warmth flew through Vladimir's veins, a small blush appearing over his cold and icy cheeks.

"She does that? Weird madchen..." Gilbert respond sarcastic. Vladimir took the music box that had fallen on the ground, luckily not damaged. He put it under his hat. Vladimir felt his own eyes burn deep into Gilbert, like he was reading his soul. He knew that he was able to read people's thought and look back through their memories, yet he didn't want to go to private. He only did these kind of stuff when he had their permission or knew them for quite some time. Vladimir was a vampire, owning several powers, one was to control magic, two was that with the power of a amulet he was able to walk through daytime and third he had some small vampirish tricks, like super speed, being able to chance into a night creature, not a bat and much, much more.

"Come and and follow me Gilbert Beilschmidt, then I will show you the mansion of the eternal night. Only then, I might be able to show more of my magic tricks to you..." Gilbert hesitated for a moment by Vladimir's mysterious words but nod slightly. A uncontrollable lust for blood overwhelmed the young vampire. But the strange feeling and the strong power to fight against it held him back from sinking his teeth into Prussia's throat.

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The two young man walked through the icy mist that stirred up from their feet. The moonlight lit up both their faces while some leaves softly stroke their cheeks. The closer they came the more energetic Gilbert became. At some point Vladimir even had to calm him down, by putting his arm on his shoulder and shacking his head.

"No Gilbert..." Gilbert burst into another hysterical laughter, leaning onto Vladimir's shoulder.

"Oh Vladimir, Vladimir, Vladimir, you are such a hilarious little bastard!" Gilbert wiped some tears away from his eye corners. Vladimir growled, this guy started to become frustrating and unbearable, yet incredibly genius, energetic and... Awesome? Like he said... Awesome.

Finally after minutes of walking, jumping and talking they arrived by the mansion. But even Vladimir knew that he had leaded the young Prussian to something he rather didn't show... His past...


To be continue...


Haha, this was my first chapter of a PruRom story, I really hope my English wasn't enoying... ^^" I'm still learning loads of English and I'm pretty busy with school so I try to continue as soon as possible when I have more time. Even I am not fully sure to where this story will take us. But I have a plot and that is probably all we need for now. :P Please leave a review with what you think, thank you~! c: