Chapter 3
Hungary's POV
I woke early, gasping, my heart racing I had a nightmare. I felt him, his teeth in me, and his arms around me. I wanted to pull away, I wanted to pull back and leave but I couldn't, I tried but my body didn't respond. He kissed my neck and then finally bit me. I felt shocks of electric flow through my body. I let out a soft gasp, he bit harder and a moan escaped my lips, I felt my hands acting completely on their own, slide up his back, along his broad shoulders, up his strong neck, and then finally to the back of his head, where I twined my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Closer, closer, I needed more, more, I thought, I need more! He continues to drink me. He pulled my close and kissed my lips, blood still covering his and his fangs still exposed. Then he leaned down and began to lick the wound on my neck. Each time his tongue touched mine I shiver until I began to moan softly, I felt his fingers tiptoe underneath my favorite T-shirt that I wore to bed. His hand cupped my breast and his thumb rubbed my nipple, he stopped licking and went back to drinking, pacing himself, not taking too much. I moaned my eyes shutting, and moaning.
I sat up straight, breaking out of the circle of Gilbert's arms that surrounded me.
No, no, no, I won't let that happen, I wouldn't let him rape me, he was some creepy guy, he was nothing, and he wasn't worth even caring about. He was just some creepy who knew a few tricks and thought he was a vampire.
I got up and looked at my clock. 7, on a Sunday…well I guess it was an alright time to wake up, everyone else would be sleeping in, which might give me a chance to clear my mind. I got out of bed and got dressed then went to the kitchen where I started to prepare breakfast. I looked out the window and watched the birds play in the sunny backyard, hopping on the grass.
After about fifteen minutes Queen Roderich awoke, and sat at the table after pouring himself a cup of coffee. I served him a plate of eggs, sausage and toast. He said nothing and kept reading his paper, slowly nibbling on his food, careful not to spill a crumb.
Germany came in later, fully in training , he carried something in his arms, it seemed he spent the morning train Japan and Italy and not sleeping in like most people, I guess that made sense, it certainly was not surprising for him to act that way.
"Ms. Hungary, it seems these were left of the front porch, they don't look like a bunch of weeds pulled from the ground, which tell me they are not from Italy, which makes me assume they are for you," he said. I looked away from the toaster and walked over, taking the flowers. Lilies, they were so beautiful, I loved them, I held them close and buried my face in them taking in their sweet scent.
"They must be from Prussia," I said. "Gilbert is so amazing," I said hugging the flowers.
"Why am I amazing," Prussia asked as he walked in the room.
"You are amazing because you sent me these amazing flowers~ you could have just given to me, but you just left them at the front steps which is so~ romantic!" I squeed.
"What," he asked. "I didn't send you any flowers…" he asked confused. I looked over at him.
"You didn't," I asked.
"No, I mean I wish I did, but it wasn't me who sent them," he said. I looked down at them and saw a card buried in the plant, it was partly open, it read, 'I'm sorry'. My face darkened, and smile fell.
"I'd better get these in water," I said as I walked out of the room. I walked past everything and stepped outside where I through the beautiful bouquet in the trash.
He was such a douche bag.
Romania' POV
I was so stupid! I was just trying to show her that she could like me, but I messed everything up! I should have paid more attention to what I was doing and not the sounds she was making! Dammit, why was I so I so stupid! The sounds she made…they were just so, so hot, how could I not listen to them, listen to her moan, and her heart beat race, because of me. I wanted her to see that I could be better than that stupid Prussia! I could be much sexier and pleasure her so much more than that sissy man ever could! She deserved to be with me! I could pleasure and fulfill every want she may have, but not just that; I could spoil her and give her everything she could ever want, plus I could give her so much power, I could change her and give her so much power. I just wanted to show her all of that, I wanted her to understand! How could I let myself get so distracted!
"Because you are a man, it is natural," Persia said as she sat there looking at me. She was an attractive woman though to me she was more a friend than a possible mate. She has long, dark and silky hair and her eyes were a lovely dark brown that it almost looked black, she had dark skin that matched nicely with her hair and eyes. She war wonderful close that looked a lot like a mixture of Egyptian and Turkish. I once asked why she dressed that way, a belly shirt with gold jewelry hanging down, a long skirt made from colorful rags, tattoos covering her arms and legs and even feet, they were a wonder mixture of symbols that I couldn't seem to understand, but they all looked very elegant, and matched her nicely, they were all in a medium brown, two shades darker than her skin, she covered herself in gold bracelets and anklets, she also had large, gold, group earring. She responded simply, because she is a Gypsy. That was enough for me.
She was quite interesting, which I guess explained why she and I were friends. She could reach minds, hence why she always knew what I was thinking and how I was feeling, then again, I get the feeling that even without the ability she would somehow know, that's just the type of person she was. She was also psychic in a way, as gypsies were often said to be she could read palms, but it wasn't just a parlor trick or game or something with her, he readings were so accurate it was scary.
"What," I said finally responding to her.
"You were wondering why you were more focused on the sounds that girl you like was making instead of watching how much blood you were taking, the answer is easy, you are a man, of course you would pay more attention to a beautiful moaning in your arms compared to what is important at the moment," she said.
"Yeah, sure," I laughed. "I'm not some perv, alright, I'm not just into her because of beauty…I tasted her blood, I got a sense for who she is, she is so rough on the outside, and acts all tough, but on the inside she is wonderful delicate girl, she make me think of a beautiful flower, that hides itself during the day, behind strong petals, and then when the sun sets and the moon rises, opens to show its real beauty, in the light of the moon. I want to date her; I don't want to do her."
"It doesn't matter if you want to date her or not," she said. "It is basic biology. A man has both a brain and a penis but only enough blood to run one, having a girl you have a connection with in your arms making sexual noises should tell you just which one your blood flooded to."
I sighed.
"Hey, it'll be alright," she said. "She is alive, so that means it's not over yet, you can still fight like hell for her. If you think you are better than him then you must keep fight!" she said.
"But, how, she doesn't like me," I said. Ava (Persia) stood up.
"Romania, you are a very charming, and fun, many people like you because of that, you must show her all of that and it will be hard for her to resist," she smiled and walked to her room, all of her jewelry jingling while she moved. I stared after her. How would I do all that?
I lived in an apartment with two people, not because I was broke but because it was easier, I was the type of person who didn't really like being alone, plus I went out a lot so what was the point of buying a huge house if you wouldn't be in it long? Persia was one my roommates, she mostly stayed in her room and read, but now and then she would come out and join us while we watch TV and just chat with us. It was hard to think I was one of her only friend, not many people knew she existed. She was kind of in the same boat as Sealand and Prussia, she didn't really exist anymore but her people and culture were too strong to be forgotten, therefore exists with their spirit.
My other roommate was Bulgaria, who was an actual country like me. He was a close friend of mine. We got along greatly; he laughed and just hung out together all the time. He was my best friend. We pretty much shared everything. He also liked to read, but not nearly as much as Ava, he also loved playing guitar. He always told me that he preferred to play acoustic than electric, he wasn't big with rock music, or at least he didn't really like playing it. He felt acoustic songs were better to play because they just gave it more emotions; he felt that acoustic guitar songs sounded it so much sadder and you could hear all the heart behind them.
I loved hearing him play, his songs sounded so heart breaking and tragic. He was a wonder musician.
I loved living here with my friends, but…I still felt lonely deep at my core. I want more, I wanted a mate.
And Hungary was just the girl I needed. She was the perfect mate for me.
My pretty flower, my Hungary.
Short chapter this time, sorry, oh well.
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