Chapter 5: The first nightmare of many yet to come.
Sorry for lateness.
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia Romania and Bulgaria would be strippers.
Warning: This chapter has some foul language ans a surprise for the reader.
A shocked gasp escaped you as you sat up in bed, thoughts scrambling in a frenzied mess as you tried to remember what had happened last night. Thoughts of Vlad were the first things that came to mind, and you pulled the blood red letter from under your pillow again. You shivered uncontrollably as the memory of how his hands had felt on your body seemed to caress your skin once more. Shaking your head, you shoved the letter back under your pillow with the intention of leaving it there for quite awhile. Now that you were actually thinking about it, the letter smelled faintly of him, that sweet scent of pine and a musk that was all his own. You blushed again and got out of bed and got dressed in a red tank top that had black fringe around the bottom edge, a pair of black jeans that had little skulls crisscrossing over the butt, and a pair of black combat boots that had small silver studs and buckles running around the sides.
A call from downstairs had you hurrying out of your room with a smile on your face. That smile soon fell as you reached the bottom step to see your mom and dad sitting at the breakfast table with Bulgaria and Romania. Your mom wore an obviously strained smile and your dad was full on glaring at Romania. Bulgaria was just sitting there eating some yogurt, and it seemed almost like he didn't care about the vampire sitting next to him. The second he saw you, he smirked and stood up, pulling out the chair for you that was right next to his seat. You glowered at him and instead sat down next to Bulgaria, who kept eating his yogurt calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"(Y/N), th-this is Romania. Now, he may not seem very nice at first, but he's-"
"Why are you here and what do you want?"
You glared at the arrogant Romania as he slid a piece of paper in front of your plate. That ever present smirk was starting to annoy you, but you paid it no mind and ignored the paper he placed in front of you. Your parents simply sat there with their mouths hanging open.
"(Y/N)! D-Don't be so rude to our guest! Mr. Popescu has offered you a full scholarship to the University of Transylvania. T-they have an art program for you there, and we've already agreed for you to go."
You gave a shocked look to your mom and saw your dad hang his head before you glanced to Bulgaria. He had dropped his yogurt and was staring in shock at Romania, who had a full blown smirk on his face.
"MOM HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! YOU NEVER EVEN ASKED ME!NO! I WON'T DO IT!"
"You don't have a choice draga. Your mother chose for you, and your things are already being sent to the University. The paper will tell you what you need to know, and will answer any questions you might have."
You threw the hated paper at his ugly face before stomping up to your room. Burying your face in the pillow, you sobbed loudly at the thought that not only were you leaving, but also that your mom had given you away so easily and that you'd never see Bulgaria again.
What were you going to do?
*End of Chapter Five.*
Hope you guys enjoyed that. I tried to make it extra long since it's late, but oh well. Ciao people's!