Magical Miracle, Ch 13 (BulgariaXRomania)

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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It is a cold, rainy day of October in Bucharest. Vlad is staying in bed, nested between the covers. There wasn`t much to do today so he decided to rest a few hours until Bogdan returns. It was getting harder to sleep because of the child`s movements inside his belly.
Even if he got used to the idea that he will become a father soon (or a mother, as Bogdan joked one day, receiving a pillow thrown at his head for that afirmation), the first time he felt the movement scared him because it felt so real, the child letting him know that it was there and it wouldn`t be long until it will arrive. The thing that Vlad is most afraid of is the birth. It is possible to give birth like any other woman, now that he also has female body parts, but he has heard many things about how painful the procedure is and that some women even died during birth. Would it hurt more that a battle wound? Would the baby be okay after birth? Would I die? Should I have a cesarean delivery instead? he kept thinking, but still didn`t reach a good solution. Meanwhile he gave up and concluded that the best thing to do would be to find an experienced doctor and the rest will be arranged in time.
About half an hour after finally falling asleep, the Romanian is suddenly awakened by a series of noises coming from the hallway. He puts the pillow on top of his head to block the sounds but they seemed to be getting louder with each passing moment.
“ROMANIA! OPEN THIS DAMNED DOOR! Stop pretending to be sick and come here THIS INSTANT, or I`ll make my own entrance!”
Oh, Doamne, de ce ma urasti? De ce este ea aici? Romania speaks to God telepathically, knowing that he wouldn`t receive an answer, while still keeping the pillow above his head. He finally throws the covers aside and raises from the bed, knowing that he couldn`t ignore Hungary much longer. Before going into the hallway he grabs a fluffy dressing gown from nearby and puts it on top of his pajamas, hoping that it will mask his grown belly. Then he goes to open the door to find the fuming Elizaveta with her hair and clothes wet from the rain.
“Finally being a gentleman I see”, she says sarcastically. “Now give it back!”
“Give what back? Why are you here?” the other asks.
“Don`t play dumb with me! My frying pan that you stole last night! I don`t know how you got inside Austria`s house and I don`t care, I want my frying pan back!” Hungary demands angrily.
“Have you come all the way here to accuse me of something that I didn`t do?” Vlad asks incredulously. “I haven`t stolen anything from you! And I haven`t even left my country for months!”
Hungary takes a few steps inside his house and Romania takes a few steps back, not wanting to be near her in case she decides to hit him, knowing that he is vulnerable against her attacks in his condition. She points her finger at him to accentuate how furious she is, more like a mother scolding a child for doing something bad.
“Maybe you were too drunk to remember, so I will enlighten you. You broke into Roderich`s house last night, came inside the room I was sleeping in, whispered something in my ear that I could smell the wine from your breath, and took my frying pan with you when you left. I even got a glimpse of your bloody eyes while you where hovering above me. So tell me, who else drinks wine, has red eyes AND the nerve to steal something from me? Do you take me for a fool?”
Not answering her last question, Vlad looks into her eyes and tells her in a calm and sincere tone: “I assure you that whoever stole from you wasn`t me. You can search inside my house if you don`t believe me. I couldn`t even know that you where at Austria. It must have been…”
“BULLSHIT! You`re a liar and a thief! I`m not leaving this place until you GIVE ME WHAT I WANT!”
Romania puts both hands on his temples, feeling a slight headache forming. “So you`re not leaving until I give you a frying pan…” he mutters, more to himself. “How about I buy you a better one?”
Elizaveta calms a little and thinks for a few seconds. “Fine, but you`ll buy the one that I choose”.
“And then you will leave?” the Romanian asks, wanting to make sure.
“Yes, but only after buying it”.
Vlad sighs and tells her to wait a minute before going into a room to get his wallet.  He doesn`t care about changing his clothes because he doesn`t have anything to fully cover his belly.
Arriving back into the hallway, Hungary raises an eyebrow at seeing that the other has remained in the same clothes. “So you`re going out in your pajamas and dressing gown? Are you that lazy, or are you still pretending to be ill to skip work?”
“That would be none of your business. Now let`s get this over with so you can leave quicker”.
Hungary lets out a ‘hmpf’ but Vlad doesn`t pay her any mind. Instead he opens the door to see that the rain hasn`t stopped yet. He looks at the place where his umbrella was supposed to be, only to find that it wasn`t there anymore. Bulgaria must have taken it before going out.
“What, are you afraid of a little rain?” Elizaveta asks mockingly and steps outside first.
“You wish” Vlad answers a bit unconvincingly, but steps outside as well. There is a store with kitchen utensils not far away, so a bit of rain wouldn`t be a problem, right?

To Be Continued…


Oh, Doamne, de ce ma urasti? De ce este ea aici? = Oh, God, why do you hate me? Why is she here?