Although this story really isn't too popular, I decided i would continue this because im a huge fantasy dork and feel like there isn't enough fantasy AUs in hetalia. (Fantasy AUs with dragons and Romania)
Oh and Minel is Bulgaria. I might try to include as much as Europe as I can into this story as I go along.
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Vladimir attempted to scream, only to let out a large flame instead, melting the ice in the cave. He shut his mouth and looked at the stone walls filled with markings. He attempted to run his hand over the letters, only to find it difficult to move the correct limb.
He groaned in frustration and threw himself on the snow, feeling it cave beneath him. He was stuck in a dragon's body.
He looked around not knowing what to do. This wasn't what he had expected at all. What was he to do now? He would spend his life as a dragon. Even worse, he no longer had mortality. What would it take for him to die? He would have to wait out an eternity before finally dying.
He stood with much struggle, trying to decode how to move what before very slowly walking out. He inspected the area, feeling a sense of nostalgia in the mountain he was on. As he slowly moved foward, he spotted a small village just at the end of the the mountain, where the snow hadn't reached and left rocky mountains.
Upon further inspection, he recognized the old Mansion he used to reside in. Something inside of him snapped though. It was because of the villagers that he was stuck in this situation. The greedy, selfish, murderous, sewer rats were at fault.
He felt large wings spread out from his back and it was last thing he could clearly recall.
He quickly flew down towards the town, landing on the dirty streets where people stopped to stare in horror. "Filthy rats. Where are the men who took my life and my treasures?" He growled out.
When no response came, he growled out before letting out a large flame, setting the village ablaze. People screamed and ran about before he ran towards his own mansion, forcing himself into the home.
He was met with a plethora of men dressed in fancy robes and furniture that must have cost a fortune. "You thieving rats. Dirty humans like you do not deserve to live." He forced a bigger hole through the wall as he trashed, snapping his teeth as the men ran. It wasn't long before the old Mansion was destroyed and and the entire village burnt. Vladimir, however, layed on the remaining rumble of his old mansion tiredly, drifting to sleep.
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Minel was a young man at the age of twenty with a not so adventurous spirit. His idea of a perfect life is not one of excitement and adventure bit of familiarity and content. He worked his own fields with a housing mate he long hoped to leave.
"Are you going to the next town over?" He asked. Minel sighed and hopped onto his horse. "Yes. I have a few things to pick up," he replied shortly. "Okay. While you're out there, find yourself a nice girl," the man teased.
"Yeah, yeah. Haven't heard that one before from my mother," Minel murmured before taking off on the horse. The warmer air was a decent change and though the next town over wasn't the best for shopping, it was the one he went to with his father many years ago. Once again familiarity overpowered all and he never once had an accident.
Upon arrival however, he was met with something that screamed different. The entire village burnt down to the ground with only few boards still standing. As he went along the dirt path, bodies littered the ground and fear set in.
Where was he to buy his cheap gardening equipment and eggs? He would have to invest in a chicken coop now and that did not scream familiarity. Now he would have to go into the Serbian town to go shopping and that did not seem pleasant.
"Why does this have to happen?" He asked tearfully. He heard rubbed moving and he looked to see a man coming from out of the rubble. "Sir, are you okay?" He asked, the man obviously not okay. "The dragon. It attacked us all. The damn dragon," he said getting closer to Minel.
Minel only backed his horse away not wanting the man touching him. He was not a fan of the lunatics and he hated to be that person but of all the villagers, why was the lunatic the only surviver.
"What? There's no such thing as dragons," Minel said. "I saw it! It was big and red. It had red eyes and breathed fire," the man yelled. A soft groan was heard from a pile of rubble and the man ran off screaming.
"What the? Crazy man. There's no such things as dragons," Minel said before hearing rubble moving. He turned to see a rubble moving and falling off a large creature that was struggling to stand.
It stood at a good five feet above Minel while on the horse. It was a deep red colored with golden horns that curled into a foward point ontop it's head. It had big red claws that ended in black and a long tail that held a small triangle shaped fin at the end.
His eyes widened and he slowly backed the horse away as it stood and looked at him with sharp red eyes. It opened it's mouth revealing large teeth and two longer Canine on each side. It spread out long, black, leathery wings before Minel turned the horse completely around and it ran off quickly.
His breathing was harsh and his heart was thumping as the horse ran away from the ruined town. He felt a strong wind pass him and his heart stopped when the creature landed right in front of him. His horse panicked and stood on it's hind legs, dropping Minel to the floor before it took off into a sprint.
Minel stayed frozen, staring at the large reptile I'm front of him. It was definitely a dragon. Something he did not want to get involved with. He was going to die in a way he really did not wish too. This was not familiarity and content. "God dammit," he spat out before the dragon began to inch closer.
"No. Get away!" He yelled as it got closer. "Who are you?" Minel stopped moving and looked at the dragon. "Did you just talk?" He asked amazed. "I asked you a question, mortal!" Vladimir hissed out. He had to admit, he always wanted to say that.
"I'm Minel from the next village over," he replied shakily. "Why do you trespass onto my property?" Vlad asked menacingly. "I shop here. Are you really talking or did I pass out and am just imagining this?" Minel asked.
"You're dead, human." Vlad said snapping forward. Minel jumped up and began to run off, trying to avoid the dragon that would jump in his direction. Vladimir, however was enjoying himself. He was figuring out how to move about now and this random person was easy practice.
He spread his wings and went foward, lifting the man high into the air.
"Oh god! Put me down!" He yelled staring at the ground in horror. "Okay!" Vladimir said letting him go. Minel's eyes widened and he began to fall. "Oh no. You damn reptilian!" He yelled before letting out a shriek.
Vladimir smiled to himself before flying down and catching him again. "You damn Satan spawn, put me down gently! Gently!" Minel yelled clutching the dragon!" Feet tightly. Vladimir complied, putting him down and standing in front of him. Minel fell to the ground trembling and gripping the dirt.
"If you're going to eat me just do it! Haven't you ever been told not to play with your food?" He yelled out. "You're making this so much harder for me," he whined.
"I'm not used to this body yet so I'm trying to get practice. I won't eat you," he told the man. Minel looked up in irritation. "You are ju- wait. What do you mean this body?" He asked. "I just recently woke up this way. You see I died, well I was killed but a man came and said he'd give me back life and I agreed and I woke up as a dragon," Vlad explained.
Minel blinked an stood. "What kind of drugs did I take on the way. This all has to be the effect of some kind of hypnosis," he said walking away. "Hold on!" Vlad yelled after him. "I'm convinced that damn bastard drugged me and I'm just passed out on the floor of my room. It's only logical that way," he said. "I'm telling the truth," Vladimir sighed. "How do I get back home? My horse ran off and town is three hours away. What do I do?" He asked.
"Hold on. You're leaving?" Vladimir asked. Minel turned to dragon. "Duh. I have a life back home," he said. "Wait. You can't leave! I refuse to be here by myself," Vladimir said. "Should have thought of that before killing an entire village," Minel said.
"You're not leaving. I'm taking you as a slave," Vladimir said standing back up. "A slave? Oh no! I'm a good farmer, there is no way I'm ending up a slave," Minel said crossing his arms. "Not your choice. You are coming with me and we are going to find that man so I can get back to being a human," Vladimir said.
"No! I live by one rule and that is 'stick to familiarity.' In simpler terms, I don't do adventure," Minel snapped back. "What if I pay you?" Vlad asked going in front of the man. "No! I choose my comfort life over working for a dragon." Vladimir frowned.
"How can you not want money. When I was a man, I had massive amounts of treasure. You're telling me you don't want it?" He asked.
"Because not everything in life is about money. I'm living just fine with my poor status and I'd like to return to it," Minel said walking away once more. Vlad growled and picked up the man before flying up into the air. He refused to go out alone. He need someone human to help or he may never find answers. "You will help me or I will drop you from here and feed your body to a pack of wolves," Vladimir growled.
Minel looked down at the distant floor and looked back up. "Drop me." He said plainly. Vladimir tossed him up into the air and caught him in his mouth by his shirt and flew towards the mountain.
"Just leave me alone!" Minel shouted. He was set down once they landed on the snow at the peak of the mountain. "You will find your own way home if you do not choose to help. These mountains are dangerous with some of the coldest nights. You're bound to die the first night dressed like that," Vlad said.
Minel considered rejecting the offer. As he said before, adventure is a big no. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine his death at home during winter. But he didn't exactly want to die yet. His mind was made up when a strong burst of wind blew, freezing him entirely.
"Fine. Just get me out of here," he said shivering. Vladimir and smirked and picked him up, flying towards the cave he had woken up in.