Hi! Back again! In the first two chapters and the beginnings of this one, you, the reader, are twelve. At the time skip you'll be seventeen. Warning!- Slight scariness (no horror), vulgarity, and foul language. Enjoy some smexy Romania~

Disclaimer: If Hetalia were mine Romania would never have a shirt~

Chapter 3: Why is he so familiar?

You woke up with a throbbing headache. The walls were white, the ceiling was white, even the back of your eyelids seemed to be white. You blinked harshly as your eyes finally registered the people sitting next to you. In a small green chair sat your mother, weeping as her hands covered her face. Your father stood behind her, comfortingly rubbing her shoulders. Bulgaria was there too, standing off to the side at the foot of your bed with his hands in tight fists.

"M-mom? Dad? Bulgaria? What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

Your mom let out a cry as her hands fell from her face before she gave you a crushingly tight bear-hug. She simply continued sobbing, kissing the top of your head and muttering 'My poor baby, my poor baby' over and over again. Your father shook his head sadly, and you saw tears come to his eyes as he stared at you. With a quick glance to Bulgaria, you saw that he too was on the verge crying.

"Guys? What's going on? Why are we at the hospital and why am I in a hospital bed?" You were confused as ever as you asked.

Your dad shook his head again and Bulgaria stepped over to the right side of your bed before taking your hand slowly in his.

"(Y/N), you've been in a coma for two weeks, and we found you sitting in a pile of blood in front of an old abandoned antique shop. We- we haven't been able to find Romania, and we don't have any idea where he might be."

Your brow furrowed as you thought on what Bulgaria had told you. You remembered that it was raining, and that there had been an old shop, but other than that nothing would enter your mind. Wait, Bulgaria had mentioned something about a person called Romania. Why was that name so familiar to you?

"Hey, Bulgaria?"

He looked at you hesitantly before answering, "Yes?"

"Who is Romania?"

Bulgaria and your parents looked at you in shock. They were astounded by the fact that you didn't remember your best friend.

"(Y/N), you really don't know?"

You shook your head, confused as to why it seemed to be such a big deal. Bulgaria shared a glance with your parents that didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Never mind. It doesn't matter anymore. Let's get you home."

*Time skip brought to you by flying mint bunny*

5 years later...

"Hey Bulgaria look at this!"

You and your best friend Bulgaria were walking down a cozy little street when you saw a beaten up old flyer stapled to a telephone pole. The picture showed a grinning vampire with red eyes. It read "Come to the Haunted Mansion of Transylvania! Test your fears against goblins, ghouls, and vampires! Enter if you dare!" You grinned and dragged Bulgaria along with you, despite his pleas for you to ignore the poster and continue walking to school. (Yes you were ditching, but only because you wanted to prove that you were brave.) As you made your way to the address on the paper, you felt little shivers running up your spine, almost as if someone was watching you. You shrugged off the unsettling feeling and continued on your way to the spooky looking mansion that rested at the top of a dark hill. There was a black, wrought iron gate where a creepy clown stood holding tickets.

"Care to buy some tickets and see what's inside young miss? Or maybe your boyfriend will play your hero?" He gave you a leering grin and you handed him five bucks, enough for two tickets. He quickly opened the gate and let you in.

"And he's NOT my boyfriend!" You yelled back at the clown as you entered the mansion with Bulgaria. He shivered, and seemed rather scared of the oddly lit chamber that you arrived in after stepping through the front door.

Once inside, the two of you started wandering around. More like you pulled Bulgaria towards where you wanted to go. It was rather cold, and you could tell that Bulgaria was slightly freaked out as you came upon random things like skeletons and hanging bats. You heard a voice calling out for help, and laughed, thinking it was just some animated recording. Bulgaria, however, paled and took off towards the voice, pulling you with him.

"Hey! Slow down Bulgaria, what ar-"

You were cut off as something cold wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you turned slightly to see a man with pale blonde hair and shining blood red eyes standing behind you. He was holding you firmly to his body, refusing to let go of you. As Bulgaria ran out of sight calling desperately for you, the stranger sighed and removed his hand from your mouth. He stepped away from you and you took that chance to get a better look at him. He was tall, with light blonde hair, red eyes, and a pale complexion that went along with a muscular build.

"Holy sh** this guy has muscle tone...wonder how much he works out...he's kinda cute too."

He chuckled and you looked up when a gloved hand caught your chin. His face was mere centimeters from yours, and you blushed bright red as he leaned into you, his body pressing against yours and forcing you to back up until you hit the wall.

"What are you doing in here little girl? You should know better than to trespass on a vampire's territory."

"Well if you're the best cheap lame-o vampire wanna-be they could hire, then too bad for you buddy. I'd appreciate if you could get off me. Right now. And I'm not little, I'm (y/h)!"

He simply chuckled again before pressing more insistently against you. You watched as he opened his mouth, letting two razor sharp fangs prick against the soft flesh of your neck. A shiver raced through your body as he began to slowly and surely nip and kiss his way to your jugular vein. He placed a light kiss there before licking the spot and blowing on it softly. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands grasped the front of his thick jacket as he pulled you into a secret room and tilted you backwards so that your neck was bare before him. What was wrong with you? You had always told yourself that if a guy ever tried anything like this with you without your consent that you would send his balls flying up his throat. So why were you just letting this (admittedly hot and sexy) vampire wanna-be get his hands all over you? For some reason you couldn't resist his touch, but you began to struggle slightly as he undid the first three buttons on your shirt. You gasped and struggled harder as his hand slipped beneath your shirt and pulled it up. He placed delicate kisses all down your torso, leaving you paralyzed as he made his descent to your navel, planting one last kiss before climbing back up your body and pressing his forehead to yours. Your face was now a cherry red, and your breath came in ragged gasps. He smirked and chuckled again.

"Mm, you have no idea how happy I am that you finally found this address draga mea. I've missed you quite a bit."

You panicked. There was a loud thwack as your fist shot into his face, turning his head to the side and breaking what ever hypnosis spell he'd put you under. You fixed your shirt, got up and ran. Not even looking for Bulgaria, you dashed out of the old mansion and took off down the road towards your school. Bulgaria was waiting outside, but you didn't stop to listen to him as you grabbed his hand and kept running. A single glance back showed that the mansion had vanished, and all that was left in its place was a small envelope. You stopped running and picked it up. It had your name on it in blood red ink, along with a bleeding heart. Stuffing it in your pocket, you started towards school still thinking about the mystery man who claimed to be a vampire.

*Time skip*

School had finally gotten out. You ran all the way home, not even stopping to get Bulgaria. Once at your house, you dashed up the stairs and dove into your room. Pulling the black pocket knife out of your purse, you used it to open the top of the letter. It was written in an old cursive font that seemed to be in another language. The only thing you recognized were the words "Te iubesc." which you knew was Romanian for "I love you." Whoever that guy was, he was really creepy, no matter how sexy he'd seemed. You stuffed the letter in your secret drawer before falling int a light nap. There was a strange dream floating in your mind though.

One of a certain red eyed Romanian vampire.

*End of chapter 3*

All done! Hope you guys enjoyed that little bit with Romania~ ;) He'll show up again in the next chapter. Bulgaria will also have some lines next chapter as well. I have finals this week, but I will try to update again as soon as possible. See you soon draga mea! Ciao