I still don't own Hetalia or Britain. TT^TT Thanks so much to JulietGivesUp for reviewing! [insert confetti and muffins raining from the sky]
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When Alfred and Arthur came down from their rooms the next morning, the soft scent of pastries awakened them (and in Alfred's case, made them a bit faster going down the stairs).
They found the source of the smell to be puffy, golden-brown waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries, and strawberry syrup—apparently Adriana loved strawberries.
Neither of them complained, mind you.
Speaking of the albino woman, she stood near the large fire-stove, glaring randomly at a cobweb on the high ceiling—or, at least, the two countries assumed she was glaring—it was still hard to see her eyes.
"Good morning, Adriana," Arthur greeted politely.
"Yes, it is, isn't it? Quite a good morning to you, Master Arthur, Master Alfred," She said, before chucking a feather-duster at the cobweb angrily, and missing.
She let out a low growl that almost sounded inhuman, only adding to Alfred's vampire suspicion—which he'd almost forgotten when he saw the waffles…almost.
The cobweb only wavered a bit from the breeze in an almost laugh-like movement, and she picked the duster up and tried again, missing again.
After that attempt, she just huffed and pouted, going to set a dark wooden table with plates and the heavenly Romanian waffles.
Alfred immediately sat down at the table, but Arthur pulled Adriana's chair out for her, like a gentleman, before taking his own seat.
Alfred poked at the waffles with his fork, unsure whether they were coated with cyanide or not.
He waited for Adriana to eat a bite of the waffle before he took a bite of his own—and loved it.
Vampire or not, even stubborn America had to admit that Adriana was a great cook.
Arthur also enjoyed the waffles.
After breakfast, the three began a conversation on vampires—which Alfred had started.
"Personally, I think all that Twilight rubbish is utter nonsense," Arthur said.
"I agree with you, sparkling vampires…just don't make any sense whatsoever." Adriana chimed in. Her tone had a quiet note of calculative oddity.
"Aww, guys, give it a chance! Have you even read the books?" Alfred whined.
"No, and I don't intend to." Arthur and Adriana said at the same moment, causing questioning looks from each other and Alfred.
"Anyway, vampires originally weren't used to romantic situations, and werewolves didn't walk around shirtless…" Adriana recounted her past tales of the horror-creatures to the nations and…did she smile when Alfred shivered?
No, she probably didn't…but it still worried Arthur a bit.
She just smiled to comfort him, he assured himself, then shook his head, no, she didn't smile at all!
"Is everything alright, Master Arthur?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you…" Arthur said quietly.
About three hours (and a slightly [but unintentionally] rude vampire comment from Alfred) later, Adriana pointed out that the blizzard had calmed and the snow had receded over night.
Arthur and Alfred stood and said their goodbyes, and Adriana walked with them to the airport.
"It was nice to meet my savior face-to-conscious face," She said softly, sending a timid smile to Arthur.
"Aww, but I'm the hero! I gotta be the savior!" Alfred butted in before Arthur could reply, got a faceful of said nation's palm, and was quiet for the next minute and a half.
"Likewise," Arthur replied, smiling in return, and he and Adriana shook hands.
"It'd be a pleasure for you to come and visit again. Maybe I'll actually go to one of those silly world meetings…" Adriana said, first to Arthur, then to herself, regarding the last sentence.
Arthur nods, and before he can say anything America drags him away.
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Yay, I finally updated! X3
I know it's really, really short, but I'm simply out of ideas.
Give me help, please!
Ideas for something to happen, an OC, even just a simple line would help!
*SOS*
Also, I'm going to put up a poll for Adriana's eye color. :3