'Pasta sounds really good right now' you thought as you rummaged throughout your cupboards for the necessary ingredients. You had all of the main ingredients such as pasta and tomato sauce, but you were missing some necessary spices. You mentally cursed at the thought of having to go to the store, but you now had your heart set on pasta so you knew it was necessary. Thankfully the small grocery store near your house was open late, so you knew you would be able to grab what you needed.
You grabbed a jacket, your purse, and your house keys and headed over to the small family market near your house. You quickly gathered your items and went up to the check stands where you soon became involved in a heated debate about the price of spam with the cashier on duty. As you finally started your journey home, you finally noticed how dark it was outside. 'Damn, I didn't think I had been talking that long…' Night had fully descended and the only light came from the streetlights up above. The trick or treaters had long since gone home, leaving the only motion in the night to be that of the wind blowing litter around.
Mentally steeling yourself, you started home. You made sure to glance behind you ever so often, almost convincing yourself several times that you had heard footsteps. The crunch of someone's shoes stepping on a discarded piece of paper made you freeze, now knowing that the sounds hadn't just been in your head. As a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you felt a warm pair of lips on your neck, you did the first thing you could think of: throw your bag of spices at the assailant.
The arms released you and you spun around, only to be greeted by the sight of one wheezing nation. "Romania?" You gasped, "I thought you were going to America's party!"
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and grinned up at you, "and I thought I would surprise my girlfriend at her house. Imagine how I felt when she wasn't home."
The thought that he had ditched the party in order to hang with you made you quite happy, and also made you ashamed for being so paranoid. You walked over to him and gently gave him a soft kiss to apologize. You playfully traced his fang with your tongue, giggling when he attempted to 'bite' your tongue. You playfuly tapped his head with the empty container in your hand. He grabbed the wrist of your hand holding the item and gave you a deadpan look. The container said in a large bold print, "Garlic Powder".
He growled at the choice of spices, "Has America been spreading rumors about me again?"
You put your hand over your mouth to try an stifle the giggles, but they escaped anyway.
Thinking on his feet, Romania quickly changed his deadpan expression into a sultry smirk. Quickly advancing on you, he started lavishing your neck with attention, nibbling every so often. Your giggles quickly morphed into other sounds, and you didn't protest on bit when he picked you up and carried you back to your house. It was, after all, one of the benefits of everyone assuming that your boyfriend was a vampire.
Author's Note: Ah, I'll bet everyone assume it woulda been Italy. xD I was reading the Hetalia Head Cannon and this drabble just hit me like a bullet train. His character was kinda hard, so it might not be the best (meaning please excuse the butchering of his character). Next ficlet/drabble will be with a major character, so I will have an easier time keeping him in-character (hopefully).My goal is one drabble at least a day till Halloween, and hopefully I'll post the last one on the 31st! Still not owning Hetalia...