Salut! I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters… Buna, because if I did then the sheer boyxboy fluffiness would probably make the world explode!
This chapter is rated T for the slight violence and suggestiveness, and if you don't like the idea of Romania and Bulgaria… then go home and watch anime! (Not you Sealand!)

Anyway, here's a little romance story involving Romania and Bulgaria, a request from a friend that I just had to finish! I'm working on a 2nd chapter that just might be lemon flavored. O.o I also used some human names that I thought fit their characters…

Romania~Vladimir
Bulgaria~Demitri
This paring needs more love!

The sun was slowly settling over the horizon, the deep orange glow of dusk cascaded over the Transylvanian streets. A light dusting of early snow-covered the trees with elegant ice crystals and the nearby forest was swaying with whispered wind. The forest where Demitri was searching anxiously for his lost friend.

Demitri knew that when his Romanian friend felt out of place he would hide out in this very forest, no matter if it was snowing or not. Yet, it still wasn't very often that he would become this depressed.

Vladimir had been acting really strange lately; the opposite of his usual carefree and outgoing self. He had been slow returning Demitri's calls and practically gave up eating all together. Demitri was downright annoyed when Vlad acted so unnaturally… why couldn't he just keep things the way they were, and keep himself in order?

"Damnit Vlad… Where did you run off too?" Demitri sighed quietly, creating a small trail of cold breath. He adjusted his black-button up coat and shifted his shoulders uncomfortably. He was use to the cold, but the worry that clouded his mind now was overwhelming. He brushed away the snow that had covered his dark brown hair as he descended further into the coniferous forest calling out his friend's name.

A swift wind sent a tiny snow flurry around Demitri's feet, and he felt the cold seeping into his boots. He angrily stomped at the ground a couple of times in annoyance when he remembered how thin his boots actually were. The Bulgarian quickened his pace through the now darkened forest; the land was giving off an ominous vibe as the sun hovered just over the tree line.

Demitri stopped dead in his tracks, eyes squinting at a figure outlined beyond the next couple of pines. A few yards in front of him Vlad was leaning against a rough tree trunk. His head resting against his hands; pale skin contrasting locks of strawberry blonde hair.

"Vlad!" Demitri shouted awkwardly, for it wasn't often that he raised voice. The Romanian lay still and seemed to not of even noticed. Demitri narrowed his eyes at his friend in curiosity. Vlad took every opportunity he could to rant as Demitri stayed quiet, but now the Bulgarian was doing the talking as his friend was completely silent. It was so unnerving to see the free-spirited Vlad in this condition, especially during evening, which was his favorite time of day.

Without thinking Demitri burst into a sprint, long legs kicking up needles and fallen tree branches that were obscured by the fresh snow. Determined to demand answers as to why Vlad was acting so strangely, Demitri hadn't noticed the large pine limb that blocked his path. With a pitiful grunt he tripped over it and crashed to the ground. A small rock sliced open his forearm as he stumbled back up to his feet.

Demitri stood in a daze and shook the fluffy snow from his now ripped coat. He heard a low reverberating sound escape his friend's throat as Vlad sprang at him, tackling him down again. They rolled over the frozen ground as a surprised Demitri was easily thrown up against a tree.

"Ahh-?" Gasping violently Demitri writhed under Vlad's firm grip. He could only watch as the Romanian tore off his already ripped sleeve in an animalistic fashion, revealing the injured skin of his arm. Vlad was shaking frantically and stared at Demitri with eyes glazed red. The Bulgarian shivered with hysteria as his friend twisted his forearm towards his mouth.

Vladimir worked quickly at lapping up all the thick-red liquid that encrusted Demitri's arm as he seemed to lose all sense of self-control. The Romanian dragged his fangs along the open wound, encouraging the soft skin to secrete more of the tantalizing liquid. Vlad grazed his tongue over the tiny indents that his fangs had left and growled as Demitri's gash was licked clean.

During this attack the Bulgarian had time to react, but was in to much shock to resist. His right shoulder was being brutally pushed against the tree with force that would bruise for sure, and his other arm had practically been mauled by his best friend. Terror and discomfort stabbed at Demitri, but he wasn't really phased by the pain. He has been through much worse in the past.

Suddenly Vlad released his grip as he stepped away, and Demitri slid down the back of the tree only to collapse forward onto his knees.

"I- I'm sorry… Demitri…" Vlad stuttered as he wiped off tiny blood splotches that stained his face. "I- I Couldn't help myself… La naiba!" He cursed and buried his face into his hands, wanting to run as far from his Bulgarian friend as he could. Never making him worry ever again, and to never hurt him ever again… no matter how much the sadistic side of Vladimir wanted to.

Demitri stood up cradling his beaten arm and sighed heavily. Something about what just transpired invigorated him, but he pushed the thought away and replaced it with concern. He stared at the Romanian who had just attacked him in awe and pondered. What was he?

He had always wondered about the fangs, but when someone asked Vlad would change the conversation. After all, he loved to joke around and would always tell horror stories just to scare people. Demitri had spent many years reading and listening to those stories that Vlad told of demons, monsters and… vampires. Shit. That explains the teeth, the eyes, and of course, his newly discovered thirst for blood. How cliché.

"Why… why didn't you tell me before?" Demitri inched towards his friend and reached for his shoulder. Vlad flinched away from the Bulgarian's touch, desperately fighting the urge to tackle him again and ravish his delicious blood.

"I didn't want to hurt you…" Vlad whispered ready to dash out of the forest, but a gentle hand stopped him. Demitri slid his fingers gracefully along the Romanian's pale cheek and lifted his head. Vlad was met with striking green eyes filled with compassion. Demitri was the only person who wouldn't run away from him because he was so different.

Demitri examined Vlad's features, his mouth hung open revealing bits of dried blood on the tips of his fangs. The dark circles under his ruby eyes and everything about his entire face seemed to be contorted with hunger.

"You need to leave before I…" Vlad trailed off as a cold gust of wind blew Demitri's scent into his lungs. His hands clenched into fists as he resisted the tempting aroma, pale knuckles turning a ghostly white.

"I can't stand to see you like this." Demitri soothed, his voice sounding like honey to the Romanian. He sat down on the ground next to his friend and continued "How often do you have too… drink?" Vlad squinted at the question, feeling awkward and angry at what he was.

A long silence passed as Vladimir hesitated to answer. Occasional snow flurries spun around the friends who sat motionless on the frozen ground. The sun was now completely below the horizon and nightfall was upon them; the moon illuminating crystalline shapes along thick pine needles. Finally the Romanian spoke.

"Every month of so…" He began "It really depends on my mood I guess." Vlad faked a joking smile, but Demitri ignored it, needing to know more.
"And your mood today?" The Bulgarian insisted as he leaned closer to his friend, making him a little uneasy. He smelt so damn good…

"Today…" Vlad exhaled and took in a deep breath of Demitri's blood scent. "Today I was caught up between two feelings… Fear and excitement."
Demitri raised an eyebrow and stared at Vlad with a puzzled expression.

"Fear that you would come looking for me and get hurt, but yet I was hoping you would find me. I hate being so alone…" Vlad covered his mouth with a hand, making it obvious that he was still fighting against his friends sweet aroma. His famished body shivered desperately, and not because of the cold.

Demitri could see pure anguish in his friends eyes and wanted desperately to help ease his pain. He would do anything to see Vlad back to his carefree and playful self again. The Bulgarian stretched over and wrapped his arms around Vladimir, enveloping him in an affectionate hug. Vlad gasped at the unexpected action and noticed his fangs were now only inches from Demitri's neck, but the Bulgarian didn't seem to care.

Vlad let his head collapse onto his friends robust shoulder admiring the warmth. His chin rested on the tense muscles hidden under Demitir's tender skin. Somehow, against all odds, he didn't bite him.

Demitri grabbed a handful of strawberry blonde locks and pulled Vlad's face closer to the side of his head. The Romanian inhaled hastily and couldn't help but drool a little when he remembered the taste of his friend's blood. The adrenalin coursing through him was almost unbearable.

"Vlad…" Demitri was barely whispering. "You'll feel better once you get more blood right? How much do you need?"

"I… Why do you ask-" The Romanian didn't get a chance to finish.

"Bite me." Demitri breathed directly into his friends ear.

Vlad gasped in shock. He stared into the Bulgarian's green eyes, frightened by the desire that resided in them now. "What?!" He half- screamed half- snickered. Was he being serious?

Demitri grabbed Vlad's shoulder's, wincing in pain as he moved his injured arm, and rested his forehead against his friends. He shot a glance down at the large fangs protruding from the Romanian's mouth and carefully pinched them with slender fingers. Vlad turned away, on the verge of complete insanity.

When Vladimir looked back to his friend the ripped-black coat was laying in the snow and Demitri was busy unbuttoning his green shirt.
"Demitri wha-?" The Romanian's mouth watered as he watched his friend lean against the same tree Vlad had attacked him and tilted his head to the side, revealing a very susceptible neck. His muscular torso shivered in the cold from being so exposed.

"Bite me damnit!" Demitri's voice seemed urgent and Vlad's vampire instincts could not hold back any longer. In less than a second the Romanian hovered over his friend; fangs pierced right through the most sensitive spot. Demitri huffed in surprise at the sudden pain. He anxiously fought the urge to resist; secretly wanting to feel the stinging twinge of blood leaving his body again. Something about the position he was in pleasured him. Vladimir, his best friend, pushing him down and not holding back as he sent strings of pain along his spine… the pain… it felt natural, it was pure bliss.

Demitri bit his bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan. He didn't know what he would do if his friend found out how much he actually enjoyed this. The tip of Vlad's tongue occasionally forced into the wound to increase the blood flow, sending even more pain engulfed pleasure streaks throughout Demitri's entire body. The Bulgarian strained his eyes looking at his friend, who seemed completely immersed in sucking at his neck. Maybe he wouldn't notice…

"Nngh!" Demitri inhaled sharply and moaned out in ecstasy as his breaths became short and labored. Vlad suddenly smirked against his neck skin as he removed his fangs; licking up any residual blood.

"Well Demitri… I didn't know you were so masochistic." Vlad whispered suggestively into his friend's ear, but the Bulgarian was already losing consciousness. His green eyes flickered as the cold finally began to take its toll. The pain slowly faded and he was besieged by darkness.