So guys have you like seen Romania's character? He looks freakin awesome. If you haven't, go check it out, he's canon now. Oh and when it's raining in my story, I listened to some rain sound effects on youtube when I wrote it lol. You can too if you want, it adds to the mood. I just looked up rain sound effects and the first one there is like ten minutes long :3 Unless, you know, it's raining where you are.
"Damn…it." Francis woke up with yet another headache, he was starting to lose count of the number of times that he had woken up, confused, in pain, and not knowing how the hell he fell asleep in the first place. But soon enough he recalled the night before and got out of bed. He dragged himself to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. It no longer was that big of a shock staring into the reflection of deep emerald eyes shadowed by bushy eyebrows anymore. He rubbed the sore spot on his jaw that had bruised a dark purple from yesterdays events. He sighed heavily as he gazed into the mirror. How long could they cover this up? Someone was going to find out sooner or later if they didn't fix this soon. Francis also sighed when he saw it drizzling outside once again. Why couldn't it be a sunny morning like yesterday?
Francis stepped into the shower and took a cold one, he wasn't exactly feeling up for a happy warm shower. Upon getting out, however, he cursed not getting clothes to change into after, and he sure as hell was not going to wear the discarded ones. That's gross, he thought.
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before heading over to Arthur's room to grab some clothes. Entering the room he realized that the former Englishman was still in bed. France frowned and checked the clock, it was already one. That took him by shock; he didn't know it was already that late. What was Arthur still doing in bed? Francis strode over to Arthur's bedside and gently shook him.
"Hello? You're not dead are you?" France whispered.
Arthur's eyes didn't open but he replied with an annoyed, "Go away." Before turning so his body faced away from France.
"Oh come on Arthur you can't stay in bed all day." France protested, but the only response he received was Arthur pulling the blankets over his face. Francis frowned. It's true that he was loosing hope, and fast, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet, and he wasn't going to let England give up either. "Get up."
"No!"
"Yes. Get up now!"
"No!" Arthur tunneled under the blankets more and wrapped them tightly around his body. France let out a growl of frustration. "Damn it Arthur. Don't act like a child!"
"Just get fuck out of my room!"
"That's it mister!" Francis grabbed the blankets and started yanking them off of Arthur body.
"I said get the fuck out!" England grabbed onto the blankets and kept them from being torn off his body. "I'm tired! What? I can't sleep in my own house anymore?"
"You're not tired! You're sulking!" Francis pulled harder on the blankets leaving them in a stalemate of tug of war. Francis growled as he mustered up all his energy for one final tug and was thrown backward as England's grip gave, sending France flying back to the wall. He groaned at the pain emanating from the back of his head. First many punches to the jaw, and now this. Francis rubbed the back of his head as he sat up against the wall.
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED?" Francis heard Arthur yell out, making him snap his head up to face Arthur.
"I came in here to get some clothes Arthur." France growled angrily. "And that's when I saw you here sulking. I guess the towel flew off when I fell. Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"I don't give a fuck." Arthur mumbled. "And put some damn clothes on."
"It's your body Arthur, I'm sure you've seen it nude a million times before." Francis rolled his eyes.
"Yes, but unlike you, you perverted wanker, I don't bask in all of my nudity. I'm proper and know what appropriate behavior is and what is not. So get some damn clothes on, Frog!"
"Not until you get out of bed."
"No. What the hell am I to do if I get up? Nothing. I'm a prisoner in your body!"
"Get up! We'll figure something out."
"Just get some clothes on and leave."
"Glad to. Right after you get out of bed."
"You get out." Arthur growled.
"Not until you come out with me. Then I'll put some clothes on as well. I promise."
"No get out."
"If you don't get up I'll go outside~ I'll run around the streets of London streaking!"
"YOU BETTER NOT!"
"Then I think I'll head over to Germany and streak there as well." France replied with a smug smile.
"STOP IT!"
"Then I'll head over to Russia!" France said with a happy smile as he clasped his hands together."
"You wouldn't!"
"And then I'll go to Switzer-"
"OKAY OKAY! I'll FUCKING get up!"
France smiled and gave a sigh of relief. "Good." He strode over to the wardrobe and grabbed some clothes, not before silently calling them ugly, and started changing.
"Ugh. Can't you at least change in the other room?" Arthur whined from his position on the bed.
"I don't see what the problem is." France rolled his eyes as he slipped on some boxers. "You know what you look like." It was silent for a few minutes as Arthur let him change and fell back, face first onto his pillow.
"Ugh Why are you so bloody hairy?" Arthur growled as he scratched his legs.
"Because I'm a man." France stated a matter of factley. "Also it's sexyyy." France let out a low suggestive growl emanate from his throat before laughing playfully.
"Can I shave it off?"
"No, you may not. Stop trying to change my appearance. I haven't tried shaving off your eyebrows have I?" France scolded England.
"No." Arthur pouted.
"Then, there. Stop it. It's not my fault you're not manly enough to grow as much hair as I can." France snickered.
"I am to manly enough!" Arthur shouted back.
"Then where is all your leg hair Arthur? I mean come on, you're almost as smooth as a woman. Do you shave or something?" Francis chuckled.
"No, I do not shave you idiot. That's just my fucking natural hair."
"Alright, alright, relax." Francis opened the window letting the dim, cloudy light in. "I have to make some calls so make your own breakfast. I'll make lunch and we'll figure out what to do then. Got it?"
"Whatever…"
"Arthur!"
"I got it, alright! Jeez."
Francis left the room rolling his eyes and made his way to his guest room. And there he saw his cell phone resting on top of the wooden bedside table. He picked it up and dialed the first number.
"Hola! Antonio speaking."
"Bonjour~ Toni!" France sung out. His voice wasn't exactly the same, but if he talked like his usual self, it should be fine.
"You sound funny Francis haha. But hi! Where have you been mi amigo? You haven't been answering my calls."
"Haha sorry about that. I've been pretty busy lately."
"What's her name?"
"Huh?"
"The reason why you're so busy. Don't lie Francis. You have a girl right now…eh or a guy. Haha I'm not sure. What is it this time?" Spain's cheerful laughter can be heard ringing from the other end.
"No, it's nothing like that this time Antonio. I've just been really busy with work…my boss has been…trying to force me to tie up ends with Arthur so we don't argue with each other as much. Or something stupid like that. Haha." Francis lied.
"Haha so what, do you guys have to hang out or something?"
"Pretty much yeah, so don't question it if I'm hanging around Arthur a lot, okay? I'm trying my best to…ignore him."
"Okay." Spain replied cheerfully. "Punch him for me will you?"
"Oh he already has a bruise on his face Toni." France sadly chuckled as he rubbed his jaw.
"Ok then. Adios. I have to go check on my tomato garden."
"Bye…" France clicked the end button on his cell phone before taking a small breather. "Okay, easiest one down." He whispered to himself. "Next." France dialed the number on his cell phone and put it up to his ear.
"France?"
"Bonjour Gilbert." France replied contently.
"Are you sick, you sound odd."
"Yes I am afraid I have caught what Angleterre had." France cleared his throat. "You know, at the meeting." France heard Prussia scoff on the other end. "What you don't believe me?"
"No I don't." France heard Prussia sigh, "Whatever France, I can't talk right now, Hungary is here."
"Why is she there?" France asked. He knew that Hungary usually didn't hang out with Prussia unless she was pretty much forced to.
"She said that she needed someone to vent to. So she chose me because she wouldn't feel guilty about letting all her anger out on me." Gilbert replied with a sigh. "And I go to her if I want to blow some steam."
"Dieu, what made her so angry?" Francis asked.
"Romania. That man is always getting on her nerves. Even more than me!" Prussia announced in a disbelieving tone. "I feel a little out done."
"Haha that Romania is an odd one."
"Yeah…there's something off about him." Prussia whispered.
"Yeah, but he sometimes reminds me of Angleterre…"
"Yeah, with all of their voodoo crap."
"With all their…" France slapped his forehead. "Mon Dieu! Thank you Gilbert! I have to go now!" France snapped his phone shut and ran out of the room to find Arthur. "ARTHUR, ARTHUR! WHERE ARE YOU!"
"In here bloody frog! What the hell do you want?" France heard Arthur call from the bathroom. He ran up to it and slammed his palms on the wooden surface of the door. "ROMANIA!"
"What?"
"Doesn't that guy have magic like you do?"
"Huh…you're right…" Francis heard Arthur ponder from the other side of the door. "I'm not sure what type of magic he excels in…but it's worth a shot. Oh! A-and Norway too! That bastard's always bragging that his magical friends are cooler. France you're a genius! Why hadn't I thought about them?" Arthur started laughing out of joy.
"Wow haha a genius? That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me Arthur." Francis smiled.
"Yeah well don't get used to it!" Arthur smiled. "Well I'll be out in a bit. I just finished my shower."
"Okay!" France's smile spread from ear to ear as he skipped down the hall. Hope again! He made it to the living and opened up the curtains, and surprisingly it had stopped raining and the sun shone through. He skipped to the kitchen and started to make breakfast…well actually it was more like lunch though at this hour. He still needed to call his boss back, but the calls could wait. He threw some eggs on the frying pan and toasted some bread and made do with what he was given. He even made sure to feed Arthur's cat some food by the time the man himself came to the kitchen.
"I just got off the phone with the airport. The plane to Romania leaves in about an hour." Arthur announced as he fixed his tie.
"Can we tell him about our situation?" France asked.
"I suppose we can. He would understand I hope, and it's the best thing to do if we want him to help us."
"And if he can't help us?"
"Then we need a ticket to Norway now don't we?"
France nodded and piled some food on a plate. "Here I made…brunch."
"Thanks." Arthur replied with a bored face as he took the meal. He cooked again~
About an hour later, France and England we securely fastened in the plane's seat.
"Welcome aboard passengers. It's a lovely day today in London and we should have no problem on our flight. Please fasten your seat belts and have a nice trip to Romania." The announcer finished her call and soon enough they were in the air.
"Okay listen up frog. I'm not exactly sure how Romania's magic works. To be honest, sometimes he freaks me out. I mean like, have you seen his teeth?"
"Yeah! What the hell is up with that? He has fangs or something!"
"Yeah…he's a very mysterious guy, and I have a feeling he might have a better connection to the other realm than I…"
"The other…realm?" Asked as if Arthur was crazy.
"Yes frog. It exists."
"And what exactly is the other realm?" Francis sighed.
"It's a place that we can't see. It's where spiritual creatures dwell, and the creatures that live there only reveal themselves to a select few in our world."
"Are you one of the select few? Because I've seen them before…once. It was that time you were late for the meeting and I went to wake you up. They were crawling all over you."
"I told you to knock idiot."
"I DID!" Francis gained his composure and let out a shaky breath. "I don't understand. Why was I able to see them?"
"I'm not…exactly sure. It could be perhaps the fact that they were revealing themselves to me and making themselves visible, and when you came in, you caught them off guard."
"Okay…whatever. But you say that Romania…"
"Yes I think Romania could actually be connected to the other realm…I'm not so sure."
"Okay?" France failed to see how this was helpful but decided not to ask and faced forward in his seat. "Hey what about Norway?"
"That guy doesn't talk much to me, like Romania. So I'm not sure."
Francis let out a growl of frustration. "Why are all you witches so mysterious?"
"We are not witches, we just have a higher magical ability than most." Arthur growled. "Look, just shut it until we get there okay." Arthur folded his arms and lowered his head. "I'm going to sleep, don't wake me." Arthur shifted and closed his eyes.
"Fine." Francis mumbled. He wasn't sleepy at all, so he didn't even bother trying to mimic Arthur. He had taken hundred's of plane rides before; he could wait this one out. He twiddled his thumbs in the odd silence and looked around the plane. Unknowingly he started to make a pop noise with mouth out of boredom.
*pop*
Hmm…that woman's shirt is kind of see through.
*pop*
Ehh…that's one ugly kid…where's the parents? Oh there they- ugh yeah okay I see why the kid's ugly.
*pop*
Hmm…that man over there has a nice moustache. I wonder if I can grow one like that…
*pop*
Arthur brought his hand up and slapped France's cheek. "Shut up."
~o~
"Romania. Are you home?" Arthur called out as he continued to knock on the mansion's door. "Romania?" Arthur stopped knocking and waited for a response. By the time they had arrived in Romania and found his house, night had fallen and now it was around ten thirty with the time change.
"Arthur, this place gives me the creeps. Can we just find a hotel and come back tomorrow morning?" Francis whimpered as he looked at Romania's house. It was a large mansion, with plenty of dark, dead trees surrounding it. The door was large and wooden with many intricate designs running along the doors and the house. The moon was barley shining through the passing clouds that the wind seemed to be whisking about, also making the trees shiver.
"No, frog. I've been like this long enough. I want to be fixed now." With that Arthur knocked louder. "ROMANIA! Where the bloody hell are you! We need your help!"
"Stop it!" France grabbed England's hand. "He's not home because he's out sucking some poor soul's blood or something!" Francis whispered terrified. "If we don't leave he will find us and we will be next!"
"Oh come now. You're acting worse than Alfred. Romania is not a vampire." Arthur rolled his eyes, "He's probably just sleeping or something."
"Vampire's don't sleep at night!"
"He's not a vampire! Get a hold of yourself!" Arthur grabbed onto France's shoulders and shook him. "Repeat after me: Romania is not a vampire."
Francis shook his head. "But he is!" He pleaded.
"No Francis." Arthur shook him more and stared into his green eyes. "Romania is not a vampire."
France took a shaky breath. "Romania…" He stared back into Arthur's determined blue eyes. "is not a Vam-"
"Oh hey guys." At that time Romania had decided to open the door and greet the two nations, making them pale once they saw his face. In the moonlight, they could clearly see a red liquid dripping down his mouth.
France's eyes started rolling back in his head as he started to hyperventilate. Arthur who also was frightened as well didn't register when France fainted in his arms.
"R-R-R-Romania? W-W-W-What on earth is that on your mouth?" Arthur asked.
"Huh?" Romania asked innocently. He used his hand to wipe the red substance from his lips. "Oh it's wine. You guys startled me when you knocked so loud, and I spilt my wine. I wasn't expecting any company." Romania replied calmly as he wiped off the rest of the wine from his mouth. "What's wrong with Arthur?" He asked, indicating to the former Frenchman fainted in Arthur's arms.
Arthur, who had now steadied his breathing from the fright, looked down at the body in his arms. "Oh…he was just being a bloody idiot."
"Umm right…" Romania gave Arthur a suspicious look. France say bloody? "Umm France?"
Arthur shifted the fainted France in his arms to get a better grip. "Right, that's why we are here. I'm not France."
"You're…Arthur?" Romania guessed.
"Correct. And that's why-"
"That's why you need my help. I see."
"Do you think you can?" Arthur asked hopefully. However Romania only scratched the back of his head. "Ehh…I'm not sure. But come in." He beckoned towards the entrance way as Arthur dragged France along.
"Where can I put him?" Arthur asked once he was in the living room.
"Here follow me." Romania led Arthur to one of the small bedrooms in the vast mansion. It was dark, and it seems as though a light rain had started outside. "You can set him here till he wakes." Romania indicated to a bed.
Arthur set the man down and saw that the other man in the room start to light some candles.
"Don't you have a lamp or something instead?" Arthur asked curiously. Seriously, who still used candles?
"Of course I do. But the weather man predicted a storm. My electricity is a bit faulty right now and will probably go out just by the winds. This is just for precaution."
Arthur muttered an, oh before returning his gaze to the sleeping form on the bed.
"Come. We will discuss what you came here for in the library." Romania started exiting the room; Arthur following closely behind.
"I'm dreadfully sorry for coming at such an hour. This is probably incredibly rude."
"No it's quite alright. I am actually a bit more active in the night than in the day time really." Romania gave Arthur a reassuring smile, but in the moonlight that shown through the passing windows, Arthur could see the silvery outline of Romania's teeth. They are a bit sharper than most. They reached the library and Romania took a seat in one of the chairs.
"Aren't you going to at least turn on some lights?" Arthur asked nervously. The only thing lighting up the room was the moon that shone through a wide elegant window on the far end of the room.
"Hm? Oh sorry about that. I usually like to leave it up to the moon to light things. It's beautiful isn't it?" Romania responded sweetly.
"Hmm? Oh yes very beautiful"
"So much more beautiful than the sun. The sun is just too bright. It forces its light upon you; it's always just in your face, and if you wish to gaze back at it, you are severely punished with blindness. It's unfair in my eyes." Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Ah, but then there's the moon. It gives off a silvery glow that all may enjoy and if one wishes to gaze upon its beauty, it all but welcomes it." About a minute of Romania staring at the moon past before Arthur cleared his throat.
"Ahem…Romania. We had something to discuss?"
Romania blinked as he was brought out of his thoughts. "Yes. Sorry about that. It's just that, night is so beautiful…"
"Right. Well anyways, I need your help reversing this spell. It happened when France snapped my wand. A burst of light happened and we were thrown across the room, and when we got up…well we were like this."
"I see…well…I don't know any mind switching spells Arthur. I don't excel in wands…it's potions that I excel in. But I also excel in-"
"Then do you know a potion? Anything. Romania please." Arthur pleaded. "Can I see your wand? I could do the spell myself if you lent me yours."
"Wand? I don't have a wand, Arthur." Romania replied confused. The sinking feeling of lost hope filled Arthur chest once again. Just then lightning flashed filling the whole room with light, and thunder shook the house making Arthur jump, the rain outside getting louder. He was getting an ominous feeling coming off of Romania as he looked around the room.
"Well, I must be going now then…if you can't help me."
"No stay!" Romania pleaded. "I normally don't have guests around. I would really like it if you spent the night. Besides, you won't be able to get anywhere with this storm."
Arthur paused, his suspicion rising, he could have sworn that Romania's eyes flashed yellow for a second there; he must be seeing things. "I-I-I really must be going."
"Please stay. Not many countries come to visit me. I only ever get to see those fragile weak humans all the time." There was some spite in Romania's tone along with something that Arthur couldn't quite put his finger on…boredom?
"I'm sorry, let me go get France. We should be heading out now."
"You can't get out." Romania's voice was sweet, but there was something dark behind it.
"And why is that?"
"The storm." He whispered.
"A little rain won't stop me. I'm England. I practically invented rain." England said as he started to turn.
"Please. Just…a cup of tea or something." Romania tried one last time. Arthur closed his eyes in guilt, he was only trying to leave because he was getting a bad vibe off of the other man, but he supposed he could stay for one cup of tea.
"A-Alright. One cup of tea, and that's it. I really must be going."
"I'll be right back then." Romania quickly got up and headed off to what Arthur suspected was the kitchen.
France slowly opened his eyes. Again he was confused as to where he was and how he got there in the first place. He looked around the dim candle lit room and instantly didn't recognize it. He shot up into sitting position and tried to remember what happened. Right. It was Romania. And he had blood all over his mouth.
Francis gripped the bed sheets tightly in fear. What happened to Arthur? France jumped out of bed and looked out of the room. All he was able to see was a long candle lit hallway, and lightning flashes. He swallowed nervously as he proceeded on.
"Arthur." He whispered as he made his way down the hallway. He checked each room as he passed, all in which were empty.
"Arthur?" He kept calling out. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. No signal. "Damn. Arthur where are you?"
Thunder clashed, making Francis jump. This is all Arthur's fault. If we would have left when I said we should have, we wouldn't be in this creepy vampire house. I have half a mind to just leave him here. But then that would mean I would never get my body back so I have to find him. Francis grabbed a candle and its holder from the wall and used it as a light source. Why the hell are all the lights off?
"Arthurrrrr?" He tried again.
"You're up I see."
Francis screamed as he whirled around at the sudden voice. "Romania!" When did he get there? I didn't hear him approaching. "What have you done with him you bastard?"
Romania gave Francis a confused look. "I haven't done anything to Arthur. He's in the library. We were just about to have some tea. Would you care to join us?" Francis gave Romania a suspicious look. His mouth was agape but he stood his ground.
"Arthur told you? About our situation that is."
"Yes, how you are actually Francis trapped in an Englishman's body, yes I know all about that." Romania gave Francis a questioning look. "Why would you suspect that I have harmed Arthur?" Romania tilted his head and gave Francis a concerned look. "Have I given you reason not to trust me?"
France was silent at those words. "…no." He finally spoke out. "I will gladly join you for some tea." Francis cautiously followed Romania down the candle lit hallways. The moon was now completely hidden by the storm and the only source of light now were the dim candles and the occasional flashes of lightning. They entered the vast library and found Arthur, exactly where Romania had left him.
"I have tea~" The Romanian sung as he set the tray of cups and the teapot down on the table between them. "However, now that Francis will be joining us, I must go get another cup. I shall return momentarily." England and France watched as Romania left the room and listened to his steps echo along the hardwood floor.
As soon as they couldn't hear the footsteps anymore, Francis turned to Arthur. "We have to get out of here now. Let's just go get help from Norway." France tugged on Arthur's sleeve.
"We will leave right after tea. I tried to leave earlier, but he insists on us staying."
"And you agreed?" Francis whispered terrified. "Arthur did you not see the blood on his face?"
"That was wine, frog." Arthur replied annoyed. "Grow a backbone will you."
"Well, what have you two spoken about anyways? Can he help us?"
"Unfortunately not. He says that he doesn't possess a wand. He's more of a potions guy."
"Than let's go!" Francis gestured toward the exit out of the library. "Mon dieu Why are we still hanging around here?"
"We can't just leave. That's rude! Francis, he isn't a Vampire."
"Fine. He may not be a vampire, but it's still creepy here. I could be back in your house in my nice warm guest bedroom. But no…I'm stuck here with Monsieur Creeper."
"Francis behave yourself."
"I'm back~" Romania called out as he started pouring the tea and handed everyone their cups. "Sit, France. No need to look so tense. I won't bite." Romania chuckled.
Yeah sure he won't. Francis thought sarcastically, he took his seat and started to drink his tea.
"Oh, so I'm terribly sorry that I can't help you guys, but you know what? I will try to work on a potion that could help okay?" The Romanian reassured them. He then took a giant swig of his tea and let out a sigh, revealing the cup to be now empty. He then proceeded to pour another cup of tea for himself.
"Yes that would be very helpful. Thank you." Arthur took a sip of his tea.
"Yes, Merci" France also took a sip of his own tea.
"Yeah, I think it would be a challenge, but I think I might just be able to do it." Romania took another long drink of his tea, draining it in one go before filling it up again.
"Yes thank you. We also intend to see Norway about our problem, so if he manages to help us, we'll give you a call." England added.
"Oh yeah, sure." Romania nodded, he then repeated his last actions of drinking his tea and filling his cup yet again.
"Yes and we would very much like it if you didn't tell anyone of our situation please." Arthur replied as he took another sip of his tea.
"Oh sure. No problem." Romania finished his tea again, but when he went to pour himself some more, he found the teapot empty. He gave off an annoyed frown and put his tea cup down. "Ptiu, drace, I'm still thirsty." Romania pouted.
Francis stopped to stare at the Romanian sitting across from him.
"Tea never seems to satisfy…"
"A-a-and what does satisfy?" Francis asked with a shaky voice. BLOOD?
"I dunno." Romania replied playfully. "Not tea." He laughed.
Arthur swallowed the rest of his tea and set his cup down in the coffee table. "Well that was relaxing, but we must be going now."
"It's late. Don't you wish to rest?" Romania asked with wide eyes.
Arthur could see Francis become uncomfortable and frightened, but Arthur sighed. It was true, he was exhausted. "Alright, We'll take you up on your offer."
"We what?" Francis questioned.
"Good!" Romania clapped his hands together. "Let me show you to your rooms." He finished with a smile. In all respect, the smile actually reminded Arthur of a dog. The eagerness and his sharp teeth resembled an eager puppy in his mind. Romania truly was just a nice host, and with that thought, Arthur shook off any bad vibe he got earlier.
"This will be your room." Romania opened a door revealing an extravagant well furnished room with a large king size bed in the center and a fireplace to the east of the room.
"Wow it's lovely!" Arthur announced in awe as he entered the room. Romania only smiled and continued down the hall until he got to another room at the far end.
"And this can be your room, Francis." France peered in and saw it was pretty much identical to the one Arthur had.
"Umm…it's beautiful." France muttered as he slowly stepped inside. Romania followed and lit a candle for him.
"Please enjoy your stay. If you need anything, feel free to ask. My room is one floor above and is directly above this one. Mind you, I probably won't be asleep haha. I prefer night time to day time really."
France just gave Romania a pleading scared look witch caught the Romanian off guard. "B-But I won't be noisy if that's what you're worried about. You can get some sleep." The brunette replied innocently as if he had just insulted the Frenchman and was trying to fix his mistake. France just uttered a small thank you before entering the room and Romania shutting the door behind him.
"Sweet dreams. Don't let the bed bugs…bite.
Lol Romania is so fun to write. This is only part one of this chapter by the way, I'll have part two up soon. So like in my head canon, all the magic dudes in Hetalia have different types of magic. Arthur has the fairy tale hocus pocus stuff, where I see Romania having the type of magic that is like the stuff you see on Halloween. Oh btw, I had to look up a little bit of Romanian for that one line…I think it means something along the lines of "damn it." If you can correct me, please do. :3