Sudden sharp footsteps interrupted Bulgaria’s protest, followed quickly by a lilting voice that he knew all too well.
“Hey, Georgi! Wait until you hear what happened yesterday…” Romania’s voice trailed off as he took in the scene in front of him. Bulgaria, standing straight and comfortably, loosely holding an unapologetic Hungary in an embrace as the Hungarian breathed heavily, her messy hair falling from its loose bun.
Romania’s eyes darkened and his lips pressed together into a thin white line.
“Mangary.” He nodded at her.
Hungary’s face was carefully blank. “Dracula.”
“Tranny.”
“Blood-sucker.”
“Strap-on.”
“Snaggle-tooth.”
“Crazy bitch.”
“Guys.” Bulgaria released Hungary and stepped between the two, holding his hands up defensively. “Not in my house.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Resolve your sexual tension somewhere else.”
The twin looks of disgust and outrage on Romania and Hungary’s faces caused Bulgaria’s lips to twitch into an amused smile.
Romania’s glare wiped the smile away in an instant, however. “Oh, and is that what you two were doing?” He asked haughtily. Bulgaria blinked slowly, confused, before he suddenly remembered the scene that Romania had walked in on and what it must have looked like to his hasty and impulsive friend.
He flushed scarlet. “N-No, no, it’s not like that at all!”
“Sure, it’s not.” Romania’s face was hard and Bulgaria was suddenly reminded why the other nations whispered about Romania’s latent vampiric genes. He stepped forward slightly, reaching for him.
“Come on, Luci—”
“No.” Romania turned around stiffly. “Have a good time, Bulgaria.”
Bulgaria stepped back, the use of his full nation name like a hard slap in the face as Romania stormed out of his living room, slamming the front door behind him.
Bulgaria stared at the door, confused and hurt, feeling his heart pound, his blood roar in his ears. Hungary came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry.” She murmured. She may not like Romania (at all, actually), but it was clear Bulgaria did, and she felt guilty for being the cause of their fight.
Bulgaria shook his head, shaking himself out of his daze. “Don’t worry about it.” He said automatically. He turned back to her, a smile on his face that looked just a bit forced, just a little too wide to be natural. “Shall we continue?”
Hungary chewed her lower lip before taking Bulgaria’s hand in hers again, frowning at the slight scent that suddenly wafted from Bulgaria’s clothes—a scent she hadn’t noticed before when they’d been dancing.
It smelled like… swimming pools?
How strange...
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I think Bulgaria and Hungary are perfectly friendly, and that Bulgaria is actually quite amused by the Romania/Hungary rivalry. When it's not causing the man he loves to storm out in a huff, that is.
Delurking briefly to say: I love this. The characters, the buildup, the _grammar_ and the humour! It mixes lovely with the impending drama. Dun dun duuuun.
Thanks so much for writing this! I'll be checking back often. :)
Author!Anon, I read this right after it came out and many times since. I wish I could have told you sooner how amazing it is, but my phone won't let me comment anonymously and now I have forgotten all the wonderful things I planned to say...OTL.
I am, however, so exited for the next part! Bulgaria smells of swimming pools, what is that dragon doing? You've got me so intrigued and so very excited!
If you ever don't hear from me for a bit after a post, I promise I am reading, just probably traveling, but I assure you I am enjoying every moment of this fill!
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The Consequences of Treading Toes [Part 3B]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-25 03:29 am (UTC)(link)“Hey, Georgi! Wait until you hear what happened yesterday…” Romania’s voice trailed off as he took in the scene in front of him. Bulgaria, standing straight and comfortably, loosely holding an unapologetic Hungary in an embrace as the Hungarian breathed heavily, her messy hair falling from its loose bun.
Romania’s eyes darkened and his lips pressed together into a thin white line.
“Mangary.” He nodded at her.
Hungary’s face was carefully blank. “Dracula.”
“Tranny.”
“Blood-sucker.”
“Strap-on.”
“Snaggle-tooth.”
“Crazy bitch.”
“Guys.” Bulgaria released Hungary and stepped between the two, holding his hands up defensively. “Not in my house.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Resolve your sexual tension somewhere else.”
The twin looks of disgust and outrage on Romania and Hungary’s faces caused Bulgaria’s lips to twitch into an amused smile.
Romania’s glare wiped the smile away in an instant, however. “Oh, and is that what you two were doing?” He asked haughtily. Bulgaria blinked slowly, confused, before he suddenly remembered the scene that Romania had walked in on and what it must have looked like to his hasty and impulsive friend.
He flushed scarlet. “N-No, no, it’s not like that at all!”
“Sure, it’s not.” Romania’s face was hard and Bulgaria was suddenly reminded why the other nations whispered about Romania’s latent vampiric genes. He stepped forward slightly, reaching for him.
“Come on, Luci—”
“No.” Romania turned around stiffly. “Have a good time, Bulgaria.”
Bulgaria stepped back, the use of his full nation name like a hard slap in the face as Romania stormed out of his living room, slamming the front door behind him.
Bulgaria stared at the door, confused and hurt, feeling his heart pound, his blood roar in his ears. Hungary came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry.” She murmured. She may not like Romania (at all, actually), but it was clear Bulgaria did, and she felt guilty for being the cause of their fight.
Bulgaria shook his head, shaking himself out of his daze. “Don’t worry about it.” He said automatically. He turned back to her, a smile on his face that looked just a bit forced, just a little too wide to be natural. “Shall we continue?”
Hungary chewed her lower lip before taking Bulgaria’s hand in hers again, frowning at the slight scent that suddenly wafted from Bulgaria’s clothes—a scent she hadn’t noticed before when they’d been dancing.
It smelled like… swimming pools?
How strange...
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I think Bulgaria and Hungary are perfectly friendly, and that Bulgaria is actually quite amused by the Romania/Hungary rivalry. When it's not causing the man he loves to storm out in a huff, that is.
Re: The Consequences of Treading Toes [Part 3B]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-25 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Yay!
(Anonymous) 2012-02-26 05:03 am (UTC)(link)Thanks so much for writing this! I'll be checking back often. :)
OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 02:16 am (UTC)(link)I am, however, so exited for the next part! Bulgaria smells of swimming pools, what is that dragon doing? You've got me so intrigued and so very excited!
If you ever don't hear from me for a bit after a post, I promise I am reading, just probably traveling, but I assure you I am enjoying every moment of this fill!
No one saw that I de-anoned anyway OTL...