Alas, my lack of Hetalia ownership means I'll be continuing this fanfiction.
I had a burst of imagination (thank you, Flying Mint Bunny~!) and thought up this (short) chapter.
Enjoy!
It had been a few months since visiting Adriana.
Alfred had completely forgotten—Arthur wasn't surprised; the git has the attention span of a peanut.
Arthur had not forgotten.
How could he?
Adriana seemed to…really understand, in a manner of ways.
Maybe it was because they'd saved each other…
Hmm.
Well, it didn't matter, the past was the past!
Arthur set his morning tea down and began getting ready for another boring world meeting.
He'd arrive, argue with France and/or America, Italy would rant about pasta, Romano would curse his heart out, Germany would yell at them all—Greece would sleep with some form of kitten on his head.
Then it'd be over once more, and he could return to his normal activities—paperwork and tea.
When he left for the meeting, he looked around him and took in the scenery.
The snow was gone, and replaced by yellow daffodils and other early blooming flowers; the green grass was growing fairly quickly.
This brought a slight smile to the Brit's face.
Arthur finally arrived at the meeting hall, and looked around.
Germany, Italy, Japan, America….the chair here was vacant, but Cuba was yelling at it for some reason…Greece, France, Turkey, Spain, Romano, China, South Korea, Russia…and…
The person in the chair there surprised him to say the very least.
Romania was here?
Suddenly Korea jumped her.
"YOUR BREASTS ARE MINE, DA~ZE!"
Romania elbowed the Asian nation in the stomach, just hard enough to send the right message.
Romania also found herself being stared at by a few of the nations—she'd managed to wake Greece, who was looking at her curiously, like a cat.
Arthur was not surprised.
"DUDE, I told you she's a vampire! Edward Cullen moves fast, did you see how fast she was?" America ranted.
"Can I hit him, thank you, please?" Russia asked Romania.
"Nu." Romania stated innocently, and turned to America, flashing her 'fangs'—this, of course, terrified the blue-eyed nation into silence.
"Now, let us proceed with the meeting, yes? I came to learn of national relations, not to earn a headache. On you go." Romania stated, and the normal chaos proceeded.
After the Meeting
Arthur walked outside with Flying Mint Bunny and a fairy known as Crystal.
"I'm serious, you guys, she scared America! She did it just by smirking at the git!" He ranted.
"That's great, Arthur…but America is practically your son, you raised him... You should treat him better," Crystal rationalized as usual—she was a naturally calm, theraputic fairy.
"I know, but he's…he's a git! Now Romania…she's quite level-headed." Arthur said thoughtfully.
"Yeah! She's real nice~!" Flying Mint Bunny squeaked, and the voice from behind them made all of them jump.
"Multumesc, little bunny!" Romania's voice was the cheeriest Arthur had ever heard it.
"Y-you can see them?" He asked, surprised, once again.
"Da. I have my own myths, Master Arthur, and perhaps you should come see them, now that the weather is no longer snowy." Romania continued cheerfully.
Arthur nodded weakly, "Of course I will!"
"Then let us go!" Romania proceeded to drag Arthur (and his 'imaginary' friends) with her to her castle, once more.
Romania's Castle
"So what friends do you have?" Arthur asked, unusually excited.
"Well, I have two fairies, a ghost…and my dear Pur…you really must meet Pur!" Romania said affectionately.
"Alright, then."
Romania lead the British man deep into the forest behind the castle, and when they reached a clearing, Romania grinned, fully revealing her pointed teeth—they were quite vampiric, Arthur had to admit.
She brought her pale hands to her mouth, and stuck her pinkies on either side, creating a gap—she blew, hard, and a loud, eerie whistle emitted from her lips as her eyes probably shut.
Arthur found it irritating that he couldn't see them…he wanted to see them.
A dull 'whoosh' could be heard, approaching them, faster and faster.
"Close your eyes, Master Arthur, if you please."
Arthur shut his emerald orbs, and a thunderous crash was heard in front of him…
His eyes shot back open and he was face-to-face with a silvery reptile.
A quite large, vicious-looking reptile, he might add.
It had wings, too.
Its wings were curved and had two talons on the end...
The creature also had a frill that began at the top of its head and flowed all the way down its neck and body to the tip of the tail.
The frill was silver towards the body, fading to a purple hue at the edge.
The creature had two long, smooth silver horns with black tips, pointing up and back from the head.
The smell of rain assaulted Arthur's nose as he fell backward in shock…
"Y-you have a dragon?"