#romabul

[hetastupidmemes]

The manga keeps getting better. Poor Bulgaria. My crush is at my level thankfully.  Thank you Hetascalations for all your hard work in the translations. Anyone who loves Hetalia (and can) should donate them even just a little so we can keep reading this amazing manga.

[hetalia-text-messages]

Haha like some locks are gonna stop him

[incorrectaphquote]

ROMANIA: Would you mind if I showed you a trick?

BULGARIA: Last time you showed me a trick it took me three weeks to grow my eyebrows back.

[minamikorea]

After a bad day: 

let me just sit down and read like 15,000 incredibly involved hardcore angst fanfictions of my favorite ship and then I will feel like 173% better guaranteed 

grab the tissues and giant tub of ice cream

it’s gonna be be a long night

[oneletterwrites]

Could you do Romania x Bulgaria vampire au?

A cough racks through Milen’s body as the dust blows up in his face. His slide down into the catacombs had been less than graceful and his friends above are shouting in a strange mix of concern and laughing at his misfortune. He shakily stands from the hole he fell down to look towards the sky. It’s far too high to jump, and with the way the sand around him falls in clumps when he tries to grab it impossible to climb.

“Guys!” He shouts up. There’s a collective shout of concern for his safety.

“I can’t climb out!” He yells to them. He tries to keep his panic under wraps with calm breaths as they tell him they’re going to get a rope or help or something. Their words of stay calm are not reassuring. Especially when they all run away.

“Hey don’t leave!” He yells but they are all gone. He groans and clunks his head to the dirt wall. Just his clumsy luck. He kicks the dirt and flips about to sit and wait as best he can. His eyes adjust in the dark and an opening appears before him. He didn’t see it before in the moonlight. The more he stares the more curious he gets. He glances back up to the opening he fell down.

He knows he should stay put, but there’s something odd about the cavern and against his better judgement he stands and shakily walks along the dirt path given to him.

The path gets more and more concerning the more it stops becoming dirt filled and turns to ceramic floors that tap under his feet. Milen is sure he should have stayed put when the hallway he is now walking in has candles that are lit when there is barely any air to keep the flames going. 

His blood feels like its being chilled in his body when the hall breaks way to a large cave like room under the earth. Candle line the circular place and above him hangs a chandelier that looks older than he is.

“This is so over the top,” He whispers to himself. He wraps his arms around himself as the cold gets to him. In the center of the room sits a box. He creeps closer to it, common sense flying out the window with every step he takes. The box is not fully closed, the lid set at an angle to expose cushion lining the inside. There are claw marks on the inside of the lid from where he can see it.

Sudden dread fills him and he backs away. This is not a place for him to be. He turns back to the entrance of the cavern and the way he came. His journey back to where he fell is far longer than he remembers that he debates running just in case. When he’s next to the last of the candles from the freaky hall they go out in a sudden wave of air and he runs.

He manages to get to where he fell. He’s about to shout up for his friends to see if they are there when he trips over the dirt beneath him like a clutz. He scrambles to his feet as quick as he can then runs straight into something in front of him.

He lands hard and hisses. Any pain is pushed aside as two red eyes stare down at him. He kicks away from them but they are down in front of his face in a swirl of smoke that appears out of no where. Milen opens his mouth to scream but the being puts a finger to his lips and any sound dies on the spot.

Every fiber in him wants to scream as they get closer but the words do not come. They put their mouth on his wrist and a sharp pain shocks his system too hard. His vision swims and sight is lost on him.

–

Every bit of him aches. He shifts from his position but it hurts to do so. The light assaults his eyes and they aren’t even open yet. He hisses when they do open to reveal white walls. With a groan he looks around and is bombarded by arms around him.

“Shit thank god you’re safe!” Eliza chokes him with her arms around his neck. His hand is squeezed to death by Gupta who is silent but there is a crease in his brows that shows how serious he is. Sadiq is underneath Eliza squeezing his middle which hurts as well. Behind them all is Heracles and Taken who respectfully don’t squeeze him to death.

“You got us worried like mad!” Sadiq yells but it is muffled by his stomach. Milen pats his head and breathes normally once they let him go. A doctor comes in soon after his waking to look him over.

“You took quite a fall,” They say to him. He nods as they check his eyes for any sign of concussion. His eyes keep flicking down to his wrist.

“You’re free to go home,” the nurse says and Milen nods but doesn’t really understand. His friends help him get home, Gupta being the one to explain to his mom what happened as they had apparently skipped out on calling his parents to go straight to the doctors. Not the worst decision his friends have made.

They tuck him in and bring him twelve different cups of water and food to make sure he doesn’t starve. He thanks them tiredly as they leave. He can still hear them downstairs but he is exhausted and can’t stay awake for much longer.

–

There’s a tapping at his window that wakes him up. He opens his eyes and sits up faster than he should. He rubs his head to get ride of the dizziness.More tapping. He gulps hard and turns to the window where there’s a person there he vaguely recognizes. They blink at him and smile, their red eyes glowing slightly. Milen stifles a shout and falls off the bed in an attempt to put more distance between him and the creature.

He peeks over the edge of the bed and the creature is cringing, trying to peek in. Once they see him they relax and wave excitedly. Milen glances down at the bandage on his wrist, ripping it off with a wince to see the single puncture wound.

“Open the window,” The creature says with their face pressed close to they can be heard. Milen blinks at him and dumbly does what they say, going over to open the window partially.

“Hi,” They say.

“What are you?” Milen says back. They scrunch up their nose at him and smile, a single fang shining brightly.

“Take a guess,” They say. Milen stares at the sharp tooth until the creature closes their mouth.

“i didn’t mean to make you pass out,” They admit with a light chuckle. It’s not the most reassuring apology he’s received and it makes him uneasy. He takes a step back just in case.

“I should have known better than to take so much,” They continue laughing, smiling softly at Milen who is not ready for this kind of conversation.

“Why are you here?” He manages to say. The vampire perks up at the question bouncing on the ground excitedly.

“You found me, you know what that means?” They ask. Milen shakes his head because this night is getting weirder and weirder by the second. The vampire giggles and leans in close.

“You’re my intended. We’re need to get married.” They say. Milen nods in understanding, stops, and passes out for the second time that day.

–

When he wakes up from on the floor and finds it in him to go to the kitchen, the last thing he expects to see is the vampire having breakfast with his mother.

“You didn’t tell me you were engaged!” She says happily and Milen goes right back up stairs to convince himself he is still sleeping.

[aph-dobruja-trio]

Romabul headcannon #16

Bulgaria likes to write in journals, but leaves them out on purpose to let Romania see how he is feeling, and he responds to Bulgaria's entry on the back of that page.

[writingandchocolatemilk]

Day Tripper

Anonymous said:  If you need a prompt: rombul au where romania is stuck at home looking after his little brother (moldova) cause his parents are gone for a few days or something and bulgaria gets stuck with the job of bringing him notes until he comes back to class

On AO3. On FFn.

Drug dealers tho. Georgi is Bulgaria, Dmitry is Romania. 

Georgi thought he was a pretty professional drug dealer, all things considered. He didn’t make the acid, God, no, but he did manage to sell a huge amount of product in a short amount of time. Even the teacher knew the best place to get acid from.

There was a scientist, once, in the 80s or 70s, maybe the 60s, now that Georgi thought about it, that made ninety percent of all acid. He was arrested. Now, most acid was made by the creepy guy in Georgi’s college chemistry class.

The house didn’t look like Dmitry made acid. It was tidy, with wind chimes and dreamcatchers hanging from the roof of the porch. A kid’s bike was in the middle of the driveway.

Georgi dawdled at the door. He looked around the street. A college town street, with old, rusting cars, but a clean sidewalk and a couple of nice trees that could support tire swings. He wondered if the police patrolled around here, if they noticed the sharp increase of acid.

“You gonna’ come in?”

Georgi skittered backwards a few steps, frowning at Dmitry. “You could make some noise to let me know you’re there, you know. You don’t have to creep around. It’s… Weird.”

Dmitry leaned against the doorway, making a striking image in boxers, thick rubber gloves, and an apron, holding a gasmask in one hand.

“What noise would you like?” Dmitry asked, grinning.

“Oh, I don’t know… Uh, a high-pitched whistle.”

“Like a narwhal.”

“A what?”

“You know, the whale with the tusk.”

“Those are real?”

Dmitry gave him a scathing look. “And you say you’re in accelerated courses. Do you have the Chem notes?”

Georgi handed Dmitry the tape recorder, following him into the house. It was also surprisingly neat, with the occasional dusty book or empty beaker scattered around. A man was passed out on the coffee table, and a kid was stacking Solo cups in a tower on his chest.

The kid glanced up and waved.

Georgi waved back and followed Dmitry into his room. Papers filled the floor like a sea, and the bed was a mass of clothes and books. Recipes with complex chemical equations were tacked to the walls, while a single corkboard hanging empty on the far wall.

Georgi wondered if the lab was equally as messy. He knew some of the components were highly flammable, and it didn’t seem like the chance to take with chemicals laying around in haphazard piles.

Dmitry dug through the papers, then placed the voice recorder under a particular pile. He caught Georgi’s look and grinned, his sharp teeth standing out in the gloom of the room. Georgi was suddenly very conscious of his presence in the room.

“I need more. Uh, I need more acid. I mean stuff.” Georgi took a calming breath that caught in his throat and made him cough. “Acid,” he wheezed.

“Why don’t you scream it a little louder?” Dmitry chucked at his own seriously unfunny joke and wandered to his closet, opening the doors and digging through the drawers beyond. He pulled out a sheet of paper in a plastic bag and handed it to Georgi.

Georgi took a quick step back. “When are you coming back to Chem? The professor’s missin’ you.”

“Are you?” Dmitry asked, and something about the way he asked it made Georgi unsure of how he was supposed to respond. “And it’s a religious holiday. I’ll be back when I’m back.”

Georgi looked at the bag. “Is this supposed to be me?”

“The picture? Of the guy who’s shaking in his boots? No, that’s a cute narwhal.”

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[lovi-chan]

ルーさん Pixiv ID: 48715076 Member: あうりる

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bulgaria more like bulGAYria haha amiright

aph romania probably

[nutckles]

僕は今　迷い込んだ by あいこ 

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[aph-dobruja-trio]

Romabul headcannon #15

Ic: Romania used to love to pull pranks on Bulgaria when Bul was just a smol cinnamon roll, and would sometimes pretend to die (With fake blood and all). Bulgaria always cried

[transslukeskywalker]

Hey Hetalians, I need to follow more of you guys, reblog if you post....

gerita

prussia

germany/prussia

rombul

lietpol

rochu

ameripan

[writingandchocolatemilk]

Romabul please? It could be a continuation of that AU a while back or anything really. Thanks!

Are you the same RomaBul anon? :O I may do some smexy times if this gets more requests lol. 

Dmitry is Romania, Georgi is Bulgaria. Abel is Denmark. 

Previous: One, two, three. 

On AO3. On FFn.

Andby “place,” Dmitry had meant a graveyard. It was an honest to God graveyard, onthe edge of town by the creepy woods. It had a rusted gate. Georgi looked downat the text Dmitry had sent him, and then checked Google Maps once again.

No,he was definitely supposed to go into the graveyard.

Georgihad debated all week whether to follow through with his commitment. His motherhad been in full support, telling him that it was about time he went to a fewparties, made a few mistakes. Raivis, a freshman in Georgi’s study, had givenhim a terrified look.

Ithad been Eduard who had ribbed Georgi the most. Eduard and Georgi sharedPhotoshop class together; it was mainly Eduard finishing early and talking toGeorgi as the less artistic of the two struggled to insert UFOs into the MonaLisa.

“Dmitry?”Eduard asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve heard he’s done interesting extra-curricularactivites. He’s into spray-painting and obscure mythology, if I’ve heard right.”

Georgislumped in his seat, the mouse slipping. “Please.”

“I’msure he has equally exciting parties in his free time.” Eduard checked one ofhis eBay sales.

“Look,I didn’t mean to accept the invitation. I felt bad, so I sort of nodded when I meantto shake my head, and now he’s been skipping and he sent me this address.”Georgi frowned at Mona Lisa, the UFO partially embedded in her eye.

“You’rehumming.”

Themouse slipped again. “I’m not.”

Eduardbegan on the next assignment for the class, eBay still open in the browser. “Icould come with you. It would be interesting to see how your new friendparties. Goodness knows I would get along with Dmitry’s friends.”  Eduard smiled.

“Aw,come on.”

Eduarddidn’t respond for a moment, but he shrugged. “Really, though. I’m having game night againSaturday, if you want to come to that instead. Tino’s coming over, pizza,studying.”

AndGeorgi had almost given in. But Calculus class was somehow even more unbearablewithout Dmitry, and Georgi got a fifty-six on his last quiz. The last thing hewanted to do was talk about grades with Eduard of all people.

Sohe had borrowed his mother’s minivan and brought an offering of alcohol.

Georgiapproached the gate to the graveyard slowly. “What do you even wear to agraveyard?” he muttered, looking down at the cheap vodka he had asked hismother to buy.

Thegate creaked open and Georgi flinched. It was highly illegal to be here, trespassing.All of these parties seemed to have a disturbing trend of illicit behavior.Georgi took the time to look up the criminal charges for trespassing.

Thegrass crunched under his boots. As he headed further back, more trees began toobstruct the moonlight. The gravestones stood taller than Georgi was used to,and he was half expecting someone to be crouching behind one of them. At leastit wasn’t foggy.

Heshould announce himself.

“Uh.”

Perfect.

“Thereyou—“

Georgiyelled, spinning and stubbing his toe against a gravestone. Dmitry grinned,leaning casually against one of the gravestones. He was dressed similarly as hehad been at the other party, something with tight jeans and multiple layers andinteresting bracelets.

Georgiresisted the urge to look down at his button up.

“Er,alcohol.” Georgi offered the bottle.

“Ithought I told you no Jell-O shots?” Dmitry took the bottle and gestured. “Weset up over here. We were playing Ouija, but Abel decided that it would bebetter to sacrifice someone, so we’ve been arguing about that for the lasttwenty minutes.”

“Oh.So, like, one of us or…?”

Dmitryshrugged. “Lukas said because Abel suggested it, it should be him.”

Dmitrydidn’t seem to be leading them to any particular place, and for a moment Georgifeared this had all been an elaborate ruse to kill him. No, his mother knewwhere he was, so even if he didn’t—

“How’sCalc?”

Georgiscowled. “You took my notes Monday and never returned them.”

“Religiousholiday, sorry. Gym?”

Georgiscoffed. “Actually, it’s been peaceful. Elizabeta has almost seemed in a goodmood. She only swears once or twice, and when she throws the ball at me, I don’tblack out anymore.”

“So, everyone missed me?”

Asmall grove of trees had warm light leaking around the trunks. Georgi slowed,suddenly feeling very awkward. He didn’t know any of the people, and he hardlyknew Dmitry. A tune that had been stuck in his head all week suddenly rearedits head.

Distantly,from the trees: “Well, if you aregoing to sacrifice me, at least behead me!”

Dmitrylooked back. “Want to see something cool?”

“Isit—it another graveyard?” Georgi looked around.

Dmitrygestured, moving away from the party. “I like to hang around here sometimes. I’vehad a couple of fights here, so people know not to hang around. When I was thirteen,I tried to offer my hamster to the devil here and I found this.”

“Uh,what?”

Dmitrypointed.

Itwas a crypt.

“No.”Georgi took special attention to make sure he shook his head. “No.”

“Scared?”

“You,are an ass.”

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