Just to inform everyone, 2P Hungary will not arrive often, because of the huge tensions between her and Vastile. Also, just to inform everyone, I'm actually not into HunRoma. This one is an exception, because it is 2P Romania, who is the complete opposite of Romania. Besides, these two are just too cute. Review please!

It had been at least three days since coming to this world. Hungary was surprised to find out that not only was she growing used to the idea of living with this Romania from this other world upside down, but she no longer minded Vasile drinking from her. He never drank a lot of blood from her that was no more than maybe two cups a day. It was strange. Wouldn't it be more than that to fill Vastile's belly? Still, Hungary no longer felt concerned over that.

Vastile was currently drinking from Hungary, teeth sinking into her neck, while also caressing her face. It felt... nice. The anger Hungary felt when she first came to this place seemed to almost not exist. Yes, Vastile was a rascal and enjoyed mischief, but he was also genuinely kind and polite. He wasn't fake. When he didn't like someone, even hated them, that posh persona that he showed Hungary during her stay was thrown right out the window. She found this out very quickly when her counterpart came to visit yesterday.

"Vat are you doing here, scorpie!?" Vastile shouted, making Elizabetha almost flinch. She heard that word way too many times to not know what it means.

"I heard about people from other words switching and mine was living in your home. I only want to see if she is alright. You haven't drank from her, have you?" The other Hungary asked. She wore way too much red and her hair was dyed red to the point where Elizabetha was almost scared at how wrong her hair went with her clothes.

"O Doamne," Vastile muttered, rubbing his temples. "She is fine, now du-te-n pisicii ma-tii!" Elizabetha heard that one too.

"L-Look, I will not let you treat me like some sort of... and speaking to me that way! Honestly, I cannot ask you a simple question without be treated like some sort of animal!"

"That is vat you are! Your husband took my land, then you just follow him, vile claiming everything he does is good and perfect. I don't do that. I vill say it again, du-te-n pisicii ma-tii! I vill give you five seconds."

"How dare-"

"Cinci!"

"My husband will kill you!"

Patru!"

"Don't stay with this man! He's a vampire! He will eat you alive!" The other Hungary cried to her counterpart, who rose her eyebrows.

"Trei!"

"You're the one that's going to get killed if you don't run out! He's not joking!" Elizabetha shouted at her counterpart like she had lost her mind.

"Două!" Vastile seethed, showing his canines, which were slightly longer and sharper than Elizabetha remembered. She was very sure they were not that long when he drank from her.

"Hülye!" The other Hungary yelled before running herself out the door.

"Ha, coward!" Vastile mocked, showing his long, sharp canines in his smirk.

Hungary would no doubt have fought Vladimir tooth and nail, had he thrown any of those insults at her. In fact, she had before. There was a time when she hated Vladimir so much that just the sight of him would already make him a good target for Hungary to go in for the kill. She hated Vladimir to the point of invading and taking his land, which was his hat, then made that small hat into a flowerpot.

The hatred was not as strong as it used to be. The years under Russian Occupation watered down the heated tensions between Hungary and Romania. They still didn't like each other, but there was not as much loathing disgust as there used to be. That hatred certainly did not water down in this world. It still existed, only this world's Romania wanted this world's Hungary's head as a wall decoration. In the real world, Elizabetha never wished for Vladimir's death no matter how deep her hatred was. It was like France and England, they both just loathed each other, but not to the point of wishing the other one's death. Perhaps it was jealousy, religion or politics, but neither of them could stand one another.

Vladimir was certainly not like Vastile. Hungary could not understand or relate to Vladimir, but she could relate and understand Vastile. Yes, he demanded blood as payment for Elizabetha's stay, but she couldn't just stay for free. Vastile also valued beauty in clothes, furniture, architecture, alcohol, food and culture just like Elizabetha, but valued more from people's actions than being posh. It came to Hungary that Vastile was only posh to those he likes or values, more than that, he found Hungary likable and valuable. That alone was enough to make her blush.

"You alright, love? Are you lightheaded?" Vastile whispered in Hungary's ear, after finishing drinking from her. Hungary snapped out of her daze, blushing from how relaxed she felt under Vastile's touch, then shook her head.

"No, I'm fine. Did you get your fill?" Hungary asked as Vastile smiled, nodding. There was a bit of mischief in his smile, as if he knew that his caressing of her face was affecting Hungary. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"I am only asking if you are lightheaded. Sometimes that can come, if too much blood is extracted from your body and you know I don't want that," Vastile said in a low, yet attractive voice that Hungary did not want to admit was winning her over easily.

"You're still doing that."

"Doing what?"

Hungary finally said, "flirting," while feeling her cheeks turn pink. She chuckled a bit nervously to hide the pinkness in her cheeks and pretend that this wasn't affecting her in the least.

"I don't see how asking if you're lightheaded is flirting, but as long as it brings color to your face," Vastile replied, still showing a bit of mischief.

"Color? What's that supposed to mean!?" Hungary asked, feeling almost taken aback.

"It means you are not sick. You are alive," Vastile said, his voice now low enough to almost be a whisper. It was perfect by the way he gently brushed his thumb against Hungary's soft cheek, his lips almost close to hers. There was no doubt he was doing this on purpose. Hungary did not want to fall for this cliched trap men used to woo beautiful women in for a kiss. Their center of gravity was completely opposite and Hungary would eventually have to return to her world.

"I think I might need a bit of food. You did just draw blood from me," Hungary said as an excuse to keep Vastile's focus from trying to woo or kiss her.

"Right away, love," Vastile smirked, then quickly gave Hungary a peck on the side of her mouth. He made his way into the kitchen as Hungary felt her face turn cherry red. That rascal just had to sneak one in, didn't he?

It was so unfair. Hungary couldn't deny that she was falling for this world's Romania's charms so hard that she couldn't get up off the floor. It would only be a matter of time before that sweet little peck turned into a real kiss that would give the Spider-Man upside down kiss a run for its money. The biggest fear was that she didn't believe she could ever stop herself once the kiss started. It had been so long since she last felt loved through a single kiss, literally over a century.

"I've got strawberries, chocolates and some cookies I bought yesterday," Vastile grinned.

"Now, I am very sure you're flirting," Hungary replied, trying to act serious, but she couldn't stop giggling. This man...

"You don't seem offended by it," Vastile pointed out, walking over to Hungary, then placing the snacks on a side table next to a cup of tea he made to go with them.

"Not really, now that I know you're not going to try anything," Hungary replied, practically rolling her eyes.

"And..." Vastile said as Hungary cocked her eyebrows at him. "There's always an and in the sentence and you don't want to mention it, because it's too embarrassing or you're just too stubborn."

"I am no-" Hungary argued before feeling a strawberry pop in her mouth.

"Oh, you are, love. I hope you didn't forget you're supposed to chew then swallow," Vastile teased as Hungary glared at him, while chewing the strawberry in her mouth, then swallowing. "As I was saying, and..."

'And I now know that you're sweet, yet blunt. Mischievous when you want to be, but also polite and beautiful,' is what Hungary thought in her head, but did not want to admit. She quickly changed the subject, asking, "So... what talents do you possess, besides being a tease?"

Vastile chuckled, knowing that Hungary was trying to change the subject on purpose. He played along anyways, replying, "I share talents in magic and cooking."

"You can cook or do you mean vampire food?"

"Clever girl, but both. I exchange recipes with the England from this world, Oliver. He's the only one, besides me, that can bake vampire food. That's what those cupcakes in the kitchen are."

"That's why you don't want me eating them," Hungary muttered before feeling another strawberry pop in her mouth, surprising her as much as the first one. Again, she glared at Vastile, while chewing and swallowing. "Can you at least warn me before doing that?"

"Na. What's the fun in that?"

"So, it's fun to get a rise out of me?"

"It's fun to watch your blood flow to your cheeks," Vastile smirked, while gently brushing the back of his index finger gently across Hungary's cheek as she felt her cheeks flush.

"I-I don't..."

"Don't lie. I'm a vampire, remember? I can sense your blood, where it flows to and how fast," Vastile said in that slow, attractive voice as Hungary felt her cheeks turn redder. So, he could sense when Hungary blushed, even during the times when she didn't realize or admit that she might've started growing feelings for this mad vampire.

Hungary snapped out of her thoughts as soon as she felt something pop into her mouth, only this time it was a piece of dark chocolate with caramel in the middle. It was the perfect timing for this flirt of a vampire to give Hungary chocolates. Chocolates were made for those experiencing the feelings of love and passion. Hungary had to change the subject and fast before she fell victim, more than she already was.

"W-What kind of human foods do you cook?" Hungary asked, reaching for the tea and drinking it upside down. She had practiced and taught her self to drink it like this through her days of staying in this world.

"Mostly pork. I can also cook other stuff like potatoes, corn and other things, though it's mostly Turkish style," Vastile replied, grinning at Hungary's attempts to distract herself. He placed another chocolate in her mouth, though she saw it coming this time.

"Hmmm," Hungary replied, chewing and swallowing. "Sounds a lot like what is cooked at my place. We mostly do pork too, especially during our festivals. We roast a huge pig, then we drink until dark."

"You drink like a man?"

"Yes, I suppose it is why many thought I was a boy for a long time. If it was me and Austria, he would always get drunk before me. Sometimes, I would have five drinks, while staying sober."

"Have you held a drinking contest with my counterpart? I once tried with yours, but she chickened out."

"I did during the Russian Occupation and neither of us know who got drunk first," Hungary replied, chuckling. "I almost forgot about that."

"I am curious, why did you go to Romania before coming here through the mirror?" Vastile asked, while popping a strawberry in Hungary's mouth as she chewed and swallowed it before answering.

"Um... no reason," Hungary replied nervously as Vastile smirked mischievously.

He whispered near her lips, "I can sense you're lying by the way your blood leaves your face just as much as I can sense it when it enters your soft, plush cheeks."

Hungary felt herself trapped under this stupid vampire's spell as her cheeks turned red once more, then she glared. She kept telling herself, 'not going to kiss him. Not going to kiss him. Not going to kiss him.' She said, "fine, I was trying to see if I could take his hat and turn it into a flower pot to stand in front of his window. I... may have forgotten he was working with England now."

"You really are a mischievous little witch, but then again, I'm a mischievous vampire."

"By the way you are talking to me up close, yes you are," Hungary stated with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"But, you know what?" Vastile replied with a slight smirk as his lips grew closer to Hungary's to where their lips brushed. "I don't think you would mind, would you?"

"I... ah..." Hungary stuttered. She couldn't speak the answer, because she knew what it was. Her beating heart made her want to say, 'no. In fact, I want that kiss right now.' "We've only known each other for three days!"

Hungary didn't know where that came from, but she blurted that out of her mouth. Actually, that was a good point. Why was she falling hard for a vampire she's only met literally three days ago? The way she was acting right now was almost as bad as a Disney movie. This, of course, made Vastile smirk.

"Love, I'm not the one whose blood pumps faster toward those soft cheeks whenever we come this close," Vastile whispered into Hungary's lips. Hungary, by instinct, closed her eyes, then found herself going in for that kiss before feeling a piece of chocolate enter her mouth.

Hungary glared even harder with pure annoyance at Vastile. He was practically pulling out a treat in front of Hungary to go get it and she did. At the same time, there was something charming about Vastile's mischief. Yes, it was annoying and it was slowly sucking every drop of dignity Hungary had within her, but perhaps it isn't a bad thing. She had remembered her times with Austria, falling in love, believing that they would rule an empire together, happily defending her husband politically and on the battlefield, listening to his beautiful music. That love had been far gone and her tears turned dry during the second World War. Yet, to find love again?

There was no way Hungary could find love in any other country. There were too many politics in the way. With Austria, they had lived under one roof before getting married. Marriage between two countries was incredibly rare, because in the differences in the political business. Love was common, though marriage could hardly be obtained. Even falling in love and marriage with other humans was rare with only a few exceptions. France had fallen in love with a brave warrior before she died. England had married and eventually fallen in love with his boss, though the marriage was arranged due to political circumstances.

To be free to love, to marry whomever Hungary chose without politics or war seemed like a dream. There wasn't even a possibility that she would stay with Vastile. Even if there was, how would Hungary know that there wasn't anything he was hiding or that he was the guy Hungary fell for in three days? What if there were things about Vastile that Hungary despised, especially given that he was still the personification of Romania?

Vastile smiled a little more genuinely this time, while caressing Hungary's cheek. Hungary felt a sigh leave her, falling for those charms and flirt attempts once more. After chewing and swallowing, a strawberry entered her mouth. Yes, Hungary was enjoying, loving this romantic attention she was getting. The only thing that she feared was the idea of allowing herself to fall for these charms and taking the bite. Those lips would eventually touch hers and she knew she would never deny them. She may even begin to love Vastile as time passed.

du-te-n pisicii ma-tii - Romanian slang "go to your mother's cats," an insult or way of saying "get lost" or "take a hike."

Cinci, Patru, Trei, Două - Five, Four, Three, Two

Hülye - Stupid (Hungarian insult)