Bulgaria poured himself a tall glass of water. He gulped it down in a few seconds and poured himself another. He took a deep breath before drinking the next one down. He wondered how many litres he would have to drink before he would get rid of his hangover. Perhaps he should be more concerned with how he managed to get so drunk the night before in the first place.

After playing video games Romania wanted something to drink, Bulgaria had suggested he make the pair one of his yogurt drinks but it was obvious the Romanian wanted some of the Red wine he had brought to the Bulgarian as a gift. So the bottle was opened and the dark red liquid was poured into two wine glasses.

"Noroc!" exclaimed Bulgaria,

"Nazdrave!" replied Romania, to which Bulgaria gave a surprised smile. Romania had made a point of learning many languages; being able to speak to a quarter of the countries at the world meeting in a language other than Romanian or English. Of course, none of the many languages included Bulgarian although Bulgaria did suspect that he knew it fluently but refused to admit it.

As the bottle drew to an end, the Bulgarian took note of what looked like flakes of blood pour into the glass. Romania claimed it meant the wine was well aged to have sediment at the bottom of a bottle. Bulgaria wasn't convinced.

After the wine, the angelic blond started jumping around the Bulgarian's kitchen opening cabinets, removing whatever alcoholic beverage he could find and placing it on the kitchen table. To which the Bulgarian proceeded to put back, not interested in entering whatever drinking contest Romania had in mind.

Ultimately this resulted in Romania placing the bottles back onto the table, urging the Bulgarian to start drinking with him. When Bulgaria asked why, Romania replied simply, "Getting drunk is fun!" In the space of one evening the man's behaviour had gone from a toddler hiding in his cupboard to a teenager steeling his booze. At least he was growing up.

"You've been spending way too much time with Serbia," Bulgaria remarked, knowing Serbia's love for drinking, "Since when did you ever start drinking to get drunk?"

Romania's expression changed, just for a millisecond to something other than his cheeky childish smirk. Bulgaria couldn't quite put his finger of what exactly went through the man's mind, that perhaps what he said actually stuck a cord.

"Oh Gariii, when did I ever start doing anything?" As he spoke he beamed a bright smile and his eyes seemed to twinkle. If this was an anime, Bulgaria would expect the guy to be sparkling at this moment.

"Does your English get worse when you're drunk? What you said makes no sense," Bulgaria was interrupted by a high pitch and cheerful voice.

"But Gariii"

"It's Bul-ga-ri-a. Not Gareey."

"But Gariii sounds so much cuter," squealed the man in a pitch several octaves higher than any man should speak in.

Bulgaria sighed, walked over to one of his cabernets and produced a large bottle of vodka. At the sight of this, Romania giggled in childish joy.

"Yay!" exclaimed the immature country, as he proceeded to grab the bottle and unscrew the top. Two shot gasses were produced, from seemingly out of nowhere since Bulgaria hadn't seen Romania take them, and filled to the brim with Vodka.

The next thing Bulgaria was waking up the next day with a pounding in his head and a Romanian lying in his bed.

Bulgaria wondered which one was the most unpleasant surprise to have when he woke up.

On the one hand, the pain in his head was driving him insane, on the other hand, the giant pain that was on top of him, has probably caused him to lose all saintly already.

The man winced as he started to recall what had happened a couple hours before as he found himself sleeping under Romania.

...

Who is crying?
Who is there?

Someone is crying over me.

Who is Crying
Who is there?

A cough.
Another
Another

Someone is Coughing over me

Who is Coughing?
Who is there?

Their hand is pressing the side of my cheek.
Its warm and comforting. Their hand moves to stoke my hair

Who is caressing me?
Who is there?

I can hear their crying. Their crying for me.
I open my eyes to greet them, but i simply cannot see.

"Who is there?" I ask.

A pause, their hand is withdrawn.

"It's... It's me" she replied, with relief in her voice.

I thought she was dead. I thought they were going to kill her. I though i would be dead too. Am i still alive? I must be, to be able to feel her skin on mine, to hear her voice. And yet...

"I can't see you. I can't see anything. Are you okay"

"I'm fine. And you're fine. You'll see me soon enough. That's a-"

Coughing.
I hear more coughing.

Tears.
More tears fall on my face as she cries over me.

Her hand stokes my hair once more.
I close my eyes.

Everything drifts away.

...

Romania was having a dream at that time. A nice dream, about being on a boat on the Danube. He was fishing and the tide was gently rocking him back and forth. What he didn't resize was that the rocking feeling was from the rising and falling of Bulgaria's chest as he breathed. Romania's cheek rested on the centre of the man's chest while he rested one arm on the man's stomach and the other stretched across the bed onto a pillow.

"What the Fuck are you doing in my bed?" asked Bulgaria, slightly drawing Romania out of his slumber. Two pale white eyelids opened slightly to slowly let in the morning light. They were quickly closed again.

"What, what do you mean?" asked the sleepy Romanian, who was slowly trying to open his eyes wide enough to look in Bulgaria's direction. His eyes blinked several times as he did this, flashing red.

"Get off me," said Bulgaria as he used his strong arms to practically lift Romania off him and to his side. He then slid to the opposite side of the bed and looked around nervously. As if he had the sneaking suspicion that Hungary was behind all this and was hidden inside his closet with a camcorder.

If Hungary was behind all this Bulgaria, I doubt you'd be fully clothed at this point.

Romania didn't seem to be phased by being lifted up in the air and moved to the edge of the bed as he had apparently fallen back asleep. Bulgaria jolted out of his bed and pulled back quickly the covers.

What did you expect to reveal by doing that, Bulgaria? It's not a magic trick. England isn't going to be jumping out of the covers in an angel costume yelling 'ta da!'

He looked at Romania laying sweetly on the edge of the bed.

"Romania, what were you doing sleeping on top of me?" asked Bulgaria in an as calm tone as he could muster.

"You... you were comfy," replied Romania still half asleep.

"That's really no excuse. You could have given me a heart attack when I woke up," remarked Bulgaria, "I mean, my bed is comfy enough. You don't have to go clinging onto me in the middle of the night. It's creepy." He waited for a response but he didn't get one. "What are you doing in my bed in the first place?"

"I don't know," was the gloriousresponse Bulgaria got. Romania then opened his eyes and started to leave the world of slumber.

What followed was a rather dreary morning. Romania gathered his stuff, Bulgaria made them both breakfast. Romania left shortly after, the pair not really talking to each other much that morning.

And then that left Bulgaria back to where he was, drinking insane amounts of water in order to wash away a drunken night of wine, vodka and god knows what.

thanks for being awesome that you've read this far!

This is a no pairing story btw... idk why I wrote this chapter... I think because it's back when this pairing was becoming so popular that I felt like I should write something with them together. Although I think they make awesome buddies I don't like the romance aspect. Like USUK... As a British person I know how close we at the same time that's because were practically their 'mother' country. The Americans call us cousins or something like that right? The characters seem to have a parent-child relationship. It's not just incest, like say UsCan which I don't mind, it's a matter that one practically raised the other. Hence I don't like it regardless if they're blood related or not. Same goes for Franada which I think I dislike even more *shudders* However, to see the four of them joking and playing in a FACE style family situation is really cute XD

Sorry if that ranting like this! I will move onto talking about non controversial topics...

And omgawd the reviews are just so awesome *glomps you*

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*In Bulgaria there's this absolutely lovely drink with herbs and cucumber and drinking yogurt mixed together. Random knowledge granted...

*Sediment in a wine bottle is actually a good thing. Also Romania is kinda famous for it's wine... It's like a really well kept secret~ that their wine is so awesome.

So together Romania and Bulgaria are like team unappreciated! Since people think Greece with yogurt... and France with wine... xD