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Magical Miracle, Ch 12 (BulgariaXRomania)

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Pairings: Romania/Bulgaria

Warnings: foul language, yaoi, mpreg

Fan-made names: Romania--Vlad Ionescu, Bulgaria--Bogdan Georgiev

Characters thoughts are written in italics

I don`t own Hetalia characters
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How`s your summer? Sorry for posting so late, but I have a few days free so I`ll be finishing this story in a few days.
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Prussia was humming a tune while walking on the dark streets. He got drunk while spending time with Francis and Antonio and now he was trying to find his way back home.

/Frashback/
“Hey Francis, why don`t I ever see you drink anything but wine? How about trying some of this fine beer that I brought?” Gilbert asks his friend.
The French nation looks at his glass of red wine with adoration, some may say that he was looking at a lover instead of a drink. “Because, mon ami, the wine produced in my country is made with love, and as a country of love I cannot accept the bitter taste of your German beer. It doesn`t represent my character”.
“Pfft, seriously Francis, you just don`t want to acknowledge that my beer is better than your wine”.
“Oh really? Have you ever tried it to see what is like? I assure you that the wine that I`m drinking now is much stronger than any of your beers, and also much sweeter. It`s like the touch of a woman: gentle and refined at the beginning, but the more you want to feel it, the more intoxicated you will become”, France explains and takes another sip.
“So, you`re saying that your wine is stronger than my beer? How about a bet? I will be drinking ze same amount of wine that it takes for me to get drunk with beer, and if I`m not drunk yet, it means that my beer is more awesome that your wine”, Gilbert challenges with a smile. Kesesese, nothing is better than German beer and I will prove it, he thinks.
“Let it go, amigo. You don`t know what you`re getting into”, Spain intervenes.
“I am not backing down from this. What do you say, Francis? Got enough wine in your cellars to get me stoned?” Prussia addresses France.
“Of course I have, otherwise I wouldn`t be a good host. Be prepared to lose, Gilbert!”
“Ha, you wish!” Unluckily for him, he lost quite badly.
/End frashback/

“West`s house shouldn`t ‘hic’ be that far, I know it`s somewhere on this street”, Gilbert mumbles to himself. He passes by five or six houses, then stops in front of a large building.
“Huh? This is Austria`s house. When did I ‘hic’ arrive in his country?” he exclaims. Instead of changing direction, he heads towards the said building. Well, since I`m here, might as well explore for a little bit.
Even in his drunken state, he easily steps into into the house after using his credit card to unlock the wooden door, meaning that this wasn`t the first time he enters uninvited.
He looks a while trough the living room and eventually gets bored, so he heads upstairs. I wonder if he still sleeps with a teddy bear around his arm, too bad I didn`t bring a camera, Prussia thinks and opens the door to the room where he remembers Roderich`s bedroom is located. But instead of Austria he finds someone else in bed.
“Hungary?” he asks, then slaps his palm over his mouth. He waits a moment to see if she wakes and relaxes when no movement comes from the bed. He gets closer to watch her sleeping form. Is she still visiting him after all this time? Does she still love him? Questions like these where rotating inside Gilbert`s head.
Something from under the bed catches his eye, glinting  from the moonlight that came between the curtains that where blocking only half of the windows. He reaches for the object under the bed to discover that it`s a frying pan. So she still carries this around everywhere? Smiling, he decides what to do next. I`m tired of all ze beating that I get from her with this thing. What will happen if I take it? He looks at the object in his hands like an explorer stealing treasure from a king`s tomb. Securing the frying pan in his belt, he closes the distance between his face and the sleeping nation`s to whisper in her ear with a sing song voice: “I`ve got your frying pan, Elizaveta. What will you do now?”
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Elizaveta was having a peaceful dream with her lover Roderich in it. A beautiful melody was playing in the ballroom while they were dancing, Austria wearing one of his best suits, and she a long, elegant green dress. Suddenly Roderich lifts her up and spins her a few times in the air. She laughs and tells Austria to stop before she gets dizzy. He puts her down and encircles her with his arms. She blushes as he comes closer, but instead of a kiss, he whispers something in her ear, his breath smelling of wine: “I`ve got your frying pan, Elizaveta. What will you do now?”
Surprised by the smell and the strange question, she flutters her eyes a few times, trying to awaken. The first time she opens her eyes she sees something resembling a pair of red eyes. The next couple of times she opens them, the red eyes disappear from view and the only thing she sees is the dark ceiling.
After she becomes fully awake, she raises her head from the pillow to look at her surroundings  and instantly notices that the once closed door is now ajar. Other than that, no other person was in the room. What happened? Had someone been here? She reaches under the bed for her weapon and let`s out a shocked gasp when her hand touches nothing but the floor.
Her frying pan was gone!

To Be Continued…
At one of America`s parties England changes Romania into a girl. What happens when Bulgaria is interested in her?

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