Interesting shipping name, right? Wow, you guys who are reviewing, you're pretty dang awesome! I really appreciate all the kind words, advices, and requests.

So this is a HungaryxRomania one-shot requested by Disturbed Nord; please excuse me if Romania may seem OOC to anyone, considering I know nothing of him, other than the fan base characterizing Romania as a Vampire. Also, as far as I know, there haven't been any human names given to this country, so this will strictly be country names only.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Enjoy!

Forgotten- HunMania

His multicolored hair shined even in the dimmest of light as he passed through the many streets and alleyways of Hungary, avoiding all necessary views of the citizens as blood boiled pent up anger coursed through his veins.

His vision was flooded with images of a Hungarian Goddess. Thick, long, brown locks, envious and mischievous green eyes, and killer smile that could even tame him in his most dangerous of states taunted him in his nightmarish mood.

The woman he thought of was remarkable flashed in his mind again and again, agitating his thought process and did nothing but fuel his dark secret. He was irked as he continued his voyage to his dear maiden's lair, so to speak.

In his resting place, cold to the touch, he waited for her loving return, to tame the animalism that consumed him every night.

He waited for her soft voice. His body and tainted soul yearned for her syllables, to sooth the menacing voices in his head that provoked him to kill and wreak havoc.

He waited for her soft touches and silk-like hair to touch him, his body ached for her to burn his skin so blissfully like it had before.

To his distaste, his dark slumber was not awaken to these usual luxuries.

No.

He awoke to the blistering apparition of loneliness and death, that of which she had promised to never let him deal with, even though it should be something he was most familiar with from this misfortune that became his true form.

Red eyes blinked through the city lights before unnaturally seeing through the forest much beyond his current location, searching for his grave keeper.

All a blur, his unnaturally heightened senses bestowed his mind and tainted soul to her home far off in the distance, before it all shot back into his body in the city. Her location pulled him towards her home, her blood scent became his breathing air in mere seconds. The feeling was surreal and so pleasing.

With a menacing growl and snap of sharp teeth, the mysteriously red clocked figure began his decent up buildings and over rooftops. His light form ducked and weaved quickly passed the city and then to the deep foliage that made up unkempt land to his fair maidens house.

Hungary.

Shrouded in the darkness, Hungary walked it the empty hallways of her home, hating how the light of her lantern reflected off surfaces, giving them awful looking shadows.

Hungary was not one to be afraid of such silly things like ghosts and other abnormal myths, but her neglect to her special lover had her clutching her heart through her skin as she hoped that maybe, just maybe, he would forgive one night of her absence.

Sadly for her though, what was once just one absence ended up becoming several. Several then became many. Then what was once many, then became forever.

She bit her lip as she tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in her stomach.

This awful feeling that bubbled up in her core had only made itself physically visible today of all nights, as to why?

She visibly shook as a rasping of tree limps scratched against one of the windows of her home, the noise echoed tenfold with not much objects to trap the sound. She calmed herself slightly while continuing down to the main foyer, her guilt eating at her like parasitic worms would to a decaying corpse.

Hungary had left the man she loved for centuries, alone, to be isolated, believing that it would help with his special case. At the time, it seemed like the best choice, but now that this date seemed to be strolling by, the anxious and scary feeling that he would return...

Hungary couldn't even breathe at the thought.

Romania became a vampire.

Ten years ago.

On this very date.

She was to be his grave keeper, to lull away his sociopathic condition and the bloodlust, offering herself to him to fend off the disease that consumed the man she loved dearly, but it became wrong. Much too wrong.

His strength, amplified by his vampirism.

His eyes, luminous from the blood in his system.

His entire mannerism, changed to that of a beast and a killer, and so dark and lacking in the compassion her dear Romania once possessed before.

Romania.

"Ungaria..." A voice that smoothed over like molten gold and sizzled like cooling iron, echoed in the house hold.

Hungary felt the temperature in the house drop and her heart skipped oddly at the realization of who the voice belong to.

She dropped the lantern in freight, the glass case shattering on impact and began to run; not knowing where to run because she knew all too well, he knew everything.

"Nu alerga, Zeita mea maghiară," He laughed, chilling the bones in Hungary's spine, "Your attempt is futile dear."

"Nem!" Hungary cried over and over again before a sudden brush of wind knocked her off her feet. She began to fall towards the ground before strong hands held and the back of her head and lower back, just inches from the ground. Her pulse quickened as she felt cold air that rivaled that of Russia's General Winter, on her neck.

Romania breathed in the scent of Hungary, right on her jugular. He looked down to his delectable dessert, all while letting his goddess on the ground gently. His gloved hands brushed her skin, smoothing away the worried frowns on her face.

He loved the look of fear in most of his prey, but as he studied the Hungarian women more closely, he chose that he liked the face of twisted pleasure on her face better.

The way her plump pink lips would part, panting his name and lull his voices to sleep, it was splendid.

He wanted that feeling again.

Romania also glorified at how the blood beneath her porcelain skin would rush and pump so rhythmically under his touch, the sound was music to his ears.

Romania bent down and tucked the hair of his goddess' behind her ear and spoke to her in a hushed tone, "Why?"

That one question spoke volumes as Hungary stared wide eyed to the untamed and angry man above her. Although she could not visibly see the anger in Romania, she knew he was close to his breaking point. It was out of her nature to beg for mercy though, so even if this would be the last person she would see before her untimely accident, she would be stubborn and maintain her pride.

"How can one care for those who do not want the help, to those who only want power and control." Hungary answered.

"You misunderstand, love," Romania grinned at the small moan the woman below her let out as his tongue trailed from her lips to her earlobe, "You are supposed to take care of dear little me. I'm sure it would have saved you all of these awful things from ever happen in the first place."

He grinned darkly at the sound of Hungary's small, almost silent, sobs. She hiccupped and turned her head away from his observing eyes, burying her face in her hair.

"Does the guilt eat at you, Ungaria?" He asked in a bitter-sweet tone. "Does my sweet little goddess not want to see the mean, Mr. Romania, anymore?" She began to sob harder as his gloved and crept up to her neck and he squeezed her airways threateningly.

"Tell me, Ungaria, what ails you...?"

Hungary felt defeated, a feeling she was certainly not used to and that she positively hated. She turned her face, out of her hair, and glowered to the nation above her. Her voice dripped with soaking venom as she did so.

"You were once a great person," She took another deep intake of air and swallowed, trying to relieve the pain and dryness in her throat. "Then your vampirism consumed you, and now... Now you have nothing."

Romania growled and tightened his grip around Hungary's throat, the voices in his mind chanted, escalating in his advances. They shouted, 'Kill her', 'The blood!', and other violent thoughts, but a strange voice pleaded silently, echoing in the caverns of his mentality and awkwardly standing out from the other voices in his head. 'Hungarian Goddess' it pleaded, again and again.

He let go of Hungary and found himself gripping at his ashen hair, yelling obscenities at his vampirism and all the awful things that he had let it do to consume the once charming Romania that he was to Hungary long before.

Hungary coughed and rubbed at her neck after the uncomfortable pressure was relieved, but she looked watery eyed to her lover and found herself feeling a different sort of discomfort fill her, emotional discomfort.

Bravely, Hungary reached out to console the other and pulled her lover to her chest, cuddling him between the crook of her slightly abused neck and rubbed circles on his back in a soothing manner.

"Nem baj, dear Romania. It is okay." She pried his hands off his head and intertwined her digits with his under his wracking and shaking form. He leaned into her for support as his frantic cries began to settle and his breathing returned to normal.

Hungary stiffened as she felt him let go of their hand hug and his hands crept to her sides, holding her hips.

Romania took a deep breath. Although this time, not with lust, but with longing.

"I'm sorry my beloved Hungary, I have become a monster," Romania peppered her neck and cheeks with light kisses as he continued to speak. "You have every right to believe that I hold no morals or soul any longer. You can fix it though, if you tried."

Hungary let out a huff and placed her hands around his head, she pushed him forward, ushering him to continue his caress.

"We've already tried that, Románia."

Hungary cursed at herself as she felt a lone tear trail down her cheek and the grip Romania had on her hips tighten in frustration.

"My Hungary, I will change… but only," He lifted himself off of his lover, his red eyes staring intently into her green ones, "Only if you promise not to leave again."

He held her face, lovingly, smiling slightly at the face adoration Hungary bestowed on him.

"I will do anything to prevent the awful feeling of waking alone in the dark and the longing of you... Darling, it was unbearable." Romania finished, his breath airy and sad.

The cold and haunting feeling in Hungary's chest dissipated as she pulled Romania forward, crashing their lips together and relishing in the feeling of his cold lips on her own. It was a sensation that she didn't think she would ever feel again.

"Thank you, Ungaria," Romania spoke wholeheartedly, "I will change, I promise."

Romania pulled her into another kiss, only this one being more heated than before, all the while, Hungary could only disbelieve the fact that she had forgotten her lover.

Perhaps, with her charms and their will to make things work, Romania would overcome his vampirism and hopefully, Hungary would get her old Romania back.

No longer forgotten, Románia.

Translations:
Romanian:
Ungaria- Hungary
Nu alerga, Zeita mea maghiară.- Do not run, my Hungarian Goddess.
Hungarian:
Nem!- No!
Nem baj.- It's okay.
Románia- Romania

I bet none of you were expecting something so dark from me! This is usually how my Call of Duty: Nazi Zombie stories turn out, and it was surprising that I could add some of that deep and dark writing feel to Hetalia!

I hope you all enjoyed this and please, give me your thoughts. I'd love to hear whatever you have to say.

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