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See you soon [Bulgaria/Romania]
Title: See you soon
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Bulgaria/Romania
Rating: 0+
Length: ~830 words
Summary: Sometimes it's worthwhile to make a slightly inadvisable decision if it means getting to see someone you're close to.
Other: I was thinking about how, in canon, the nations can quickly travel between one another. It's something I don't normally make use of, so I decided to explore it a little here.
See you soon
"Next week? No, I can't. I mean, I'd love to, but...."
"It's okay."
Romania held back a disappointed sigh and stared out the window, taking in city lights sharp against the dark. It was the time of year when night came quickly, a black curtain dropping over everything. Already, it was starting to get very cold. In a few more weeks, it might snow.
Bulgaria was on speakerphone. The tinny sound of his voice was a poor substitution for actually having him present. It had been two months since they'd last had a chance to see each other. Unfortunately, making plans to get together wasn't easy.
"At least we'll be seeing each other next month," Bulgaria said, his tone brightening. "I'll be in Bucharest for a few days, remember?"
"Right! You're right." Romania chewed his lower lip as he paced around the bedroom, unable to sit still as he thought about that possibility. It was better than nothing, but only that. "It's just – well, y'know. That's an official visit. We'll be working." He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself, then gave up and reached for the sweater draped over the chair in the corner. Though it wasn't properly winter, the chill was already sinking in.
Even as he threw the sweater on, he found himself thinking that it wasn't half as nice and warm as curling up next to Bulgaria would be.
He wondered if he sounded half as clingy over the phone as he felt at that moment.
If he did, Bulgaria didn't seem to care. "I know what you mean," Bulgaria said, the resignation audible in his voice. "I don't think I can move any of this around, though. There is one appointment that I might be able to change, but... uh."
"But...?"
"It's with France." Bulgaria cleared his throat. "If I say that I'm rescheduling because I want to see you, I think he'd agree to change it. But if I do that, he'll never let either of us hear the end of it."
"He really wouldn't," Romania said, laughing.
"And he'd want me to tell him everything about it!"
"Ah, oui," Romania said, imitating France in the worst French accent he could muster. "But of course you should visit ton petit chou! And then, mon cher, you must tell me the whole thing, all of that time you spent together, down to the smallest detail. It's a fair trade, n'est-ce pas?"
Bulgaria snorted. "Oh, no. Don't do that again; you sound just like him, but worse. It's terrible."
Romania snickered. "Fine, fine." He sank down onto the bed, letting out a long sigh. "I see what you mean, though. Don't ask him. Just leave it. It's fine."
"Okay, okay." Bulgaria fell quiet for a moment, as if trying to decide what to say, even though there really wasn't anything to say, and nothing either of them could do about it. "I do really wish I could see you, though."
Romania fell back onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. Even with the sweater on, he still felt cold. He thought about Bulgaria, and about curling up next to him. All he wanted to do was sink into his arms.
Then again....
It wasn't as if that was completely impossible. Was it?
"I could come over now," Romania found himself saying.
Bulgaria made a noncommittal noise, then stopped, suddenly realizing what Romania meant. "What – right now? Tonight?"
"Sure. Why not? I could be at your place in ten minutes."
"You could," Bulgaria said. He sounded hesitant. "I wouldn't mind. But you'd be pretty tired tomorrow. Travelling like that takes a lot out of us. You know it's better to leave it for important things...."
"Says the guy who ran over to my place in his underwear because he was upset."
"Hey! That was one time."
"There doesn't mean there won't be another time," Romania said. He smiled.
"I hope not. But – Okay, if you want to come over now, then come over now." There was warmth in Bulgaria's voice as he gave up resisting, a familiar softness that Romania could never get enough of. "Do you want me to put the coffee on?"
"Sure. I'll just throw together an overnight bag, and I'll be right over."
A soft laugh. "Ten minutes, right?"
"Or less." Romania grinned. "I'll see you soon."
He ended the call and went to pack. Shoving a few things in his bag, keeping it simple. Toothbrush and a change of clothes; no need for more. Just one night. Or two. He doubted they'd get more.
It would hit him light a freight train the next day, Romania knew. It didn't matter. He thought about hugging Bulgaria close and resting his head against his shoulder. All he wanted to do was cuddle with him on the couch, watch a bad movie, and go to bed with him.
So, why not?
Smiling, he locked the door and stepped out into the night.
He'd be there soon.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Bulgaria/Romania
Rating: 0+
Length: ~830 words
Summary: Sometimes it's worthwhile to make a slightly inadvisable decision if it means getting to see someone you're close to.
Other: I was thinking about how, in canon, the nations can quickly travel between one another. It's something I don't normally make use of, so I decided to explore it a little here.
See you soon
"Next week? No, I can't. I mean, I'd love to, but...."
"It's okay."
Romania held back a disappointed sigh and stared out the window, taking in city lights sharp against the dark. It was the time of year when night came quickly, a black curtain dropping over everything. Already, it was starting to get very cold. In a few more weeks, it might snow.
Bulgaria was on speakerphone. The tinny sound of his voice was a poor substitution for actually having him present. It had been two months since they'd last had a chance to see each other. Unfortunately, making plans to get together wasn't easy.
"At least we'll be seeing each other next month," Bulgaria said, his tone brightening. "I'll be in Bucharest for a few days, remember?"
"Right! You're right." Romania chewed his lower lip as he paced around the bedroom, unable to sit still as he thought about that possibility. It was better than nothing, but only that. "It's just – well, y'know. That's an official visit. We'll be working." He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself, then gave up and reached for the sweater draped over the chair in the corner. Though it wasn't properly winter, the chill was already sinking in.
Even as he threw the sweater on, he found himself thinking that it wasn't half as nice and warm as curling up next to Bulgaria would be.
He wondered if he sounded half as clingy over the phone as he felt at that moment.
If he did, Bulgaria didn't seem to care. "I know what you mean," Bulgaria said, the resignation audible in his voice. "I don't think I can move any of this around, though. There is one appointment that I might be able to change, but... uh."
"But...?"
"It's with France." Bulgaria cleared his throat. "If I say that I'm rescheduling because I want to see you, I think he'd agree to change it. But if I do that, he'll never let either of us hear the end of it."
"He really wouldn't," Romania said, laughing.
"And he'd want me to tell him everything about it!"
"Ah, oui," Romania said, imitating France in the worst French accent he could muster. "But of course you should visit ton petit chou! And then, mon cher, you must tell me the whole thing, all of that time you spent together, down to the smallest detail. It's a fair trade, n'est-ce pas?"
Bulgaria snorted. "Oh, no. Don't do that again; you sound just like him, but worse. It's terrible."
Romania snickered. "Fine, fine." He sank down onto the bed, letting out a long sigh. "I see what you mean, though. Don't ask him. Just leave it. It's fine."
"Okay, okay." Bulgaria fell quiet for a moment, as if trying to decide what to say, even though there really wasn't anything to say, and nothing either of them could do about it. "I do really wish I could see you, though."
Romania fell back onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. Even with the sweater on, he still felt cold. He thought about Bulgaria, and about curling up next to him. All he wanted to do was sink into his arms.
Then again....
It wasn't as if that was completely impossible. Was it?
"I could come over now," Romania found himself saying.
Bulgaria made a noncommittal noise, then stopped, suddenly realizing what Romania meant. "What – right now? Tonight?"
"Sure. Why not? I could be at your place in ten minutes."
"You could," Bulgaria said. He sounded hesitant. "I wouldn't mind. But you'd be pretty tired tomorrow. Travelling like that takes a lot out of us. You know it's better to leave it for important things...."
"Says the guy who ran over to my place in his underwear because he was upset."
"Hey! That was one time."
"There doesn't mean there won't be another time," Romania said. He smiled.
"I hope not. But – Okay, if you want to come over now, then come over now." There was warmth in Bulgaria's voice as he gave up resisting, a familiar softness that Romania could never get enough of. "Do you want me to put the coffee on?"
"Sure. I'll just throw together an overnight bag, and I'll be right over."
A soft laugh. "Ten minutes, right?"
"Or less." Romania grinned. "I'll see you soon."
He ended the call and went to pack. Shoving a few things in his bag, keeping it simple. Toothbrush and a change of clothes; no need for more. Just one night. Or two. He doubted they'd get more.
It would hit him light a freight train the next day, Romania knew. It didn't matter. He thought about hugging Bulgaria close and resting his head against his shoulder. All he wanted to do was cuddle with him on the couch, watch a bad movie, and go to bed with him.
So, why not?
Smiling, he locked the door and stepped out into the night.
He'd be there soon.