stillresolved · 6 months ago
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“I want to know what makes you happy.”
[ for annie ! ]
@xinxiins / "i want to know..." prompts
WHAT A STRANGE QUESTION TO ASK. Most of the time when people see her, they don’t ask her about her life. If they even ask them in the first place. She can always see it in their eyes, the prying questions: what happened, how did you get like this, will you ever be the same again, oh that poor girl-
The questions are never about her, so much as they are about what was done to her. The same difference between a subject and an object. Maybe that’s why he asks her this question instead. She doesn’t know what he’s been through and it is vice versa too, but like is attracted to like. The wounded have a way of finding one another, the same way rivers will always make their way to the sea in the end.
“...Water?” She offers, hesitantly. Is that too simple of an answer to say? Although perhaps it is not right to say it makes her happy so much as it calms her, silences the thoughts when she can’t do so herself. “The beach. I grew up with the sea and the sand at my feet. And Samchu– the neighborhood cat. She likes it when her chin is scratched.” She closes her eyes, remembering Samchu’s purring against her fingers. The calico cat would then rub her head against the back of Annie’s hand. A small smile. 
“Chocolate. I like the dark ones and mint. I don’t like it when they’re in bars; the individual pieces have prettier wrapping.” Would anyone care if they knew? Annie doesn’t know, but if they would, would they go out of their to–
Oh wait, there is one person. 
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What makes Annie happy, Lí Chényǔ asks her, when sanity and coherence already feels out of of arm’s reach. Happiness? It wasn’t even, and still doesn’t feel like a priority for her. And yet, and yet-! In the midst of this chaos, she did find something. Or rather someone found her. She thinks of long hair and a stoic demeanor. Of a voice strong and controlled, but still chooses to call Annie’s name gently. Yes, that’s her north star, isn’t it? Annie’s light in this dark chasm.
“Ara.”
My best friend. 
“She makes me happy.”
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manymanyjerrys · 4 months ago
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WELCOME
(Ooc: If I'm talking out of character it'll look like this! Just an example. :3)
Welcome to the blog! This is where you can communicate with many other Jerrys! We have many already, but maybe more will show up here! Who knows!
Introduction to our Jerrys;
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J-666 "Hellspawn Jerry"
There's many odd things that stand out about this Jerry. Just like most others, J-666 is unemployed and can't get a job. He's basically given up knowing that probably won't happen none the less. The odd thing about this Jerry is that it's more cold-natured, smarter, and stronger. You might think I'm bluffing, but he's actually smarter than an average Jerry. That being said he still has the cowardly nature. This Jerry is not fully human. As the name implies, he's a hellspawn, being from a universe where Hell and Earth are combined, making many MANY people turn out to be him. He has fluffy bangs covering the whole top half of his face, so you can only see his mouth. No one knows what his eyes look like anymore.
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5-S8F3 "Traumatized Jerry"
This Jerry is traumatized, but no one knows how he's traumatized or what trauma he has. He hates opening up to people about it, scared someone will try to one up his trauma, judge him, make fun of him for it, ect. Not much else is too different about this Jerry except for the fact he hates public spaces.
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10-JHI7 "T4T Jerry"
T4T Jerry is from a universe where not much is different except for the fact him and Beth are a T4T couple. So... not much else aside from that for that one. Trans rights 🏳️‍⚧️
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4-SDFH "Agere Jerry"
He's an age regressor, what more can I say? He's not really bratty though, he's the sleepy and shy kind of little. But just like all age regressors, he goes back to his normal age sooner or later. He doesn't like being little in public, way too scared of being shamed. (If there's an L after his universe code, he's regressed, if there's a B, he's in adult mode, and if there's an S, he's slipping. Don't send him adult related questions if there's an L or S!)
(PLEASE LET THIS BE NOTED, AGE REGRESSORS ARE SUPPORTED HERE, BUT SHOULD NOT READ ON THIS BLOG AS THERE WILL PROBABLY BE ROLE PLAY/FAKE VIOLENCE DESCRIPTIONS, SWEARING, AND STUFF LIKE THAT. IT'S RICK AND MORTY, C'MON THAT STUFF IS GONNA BE ON HERE.)
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8-FG21 "Cat Lover Jerry"
He's a cat person, what can I say!
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That's all the Jerrys we have currently! Do whatever you want now! :D
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laceymorganwrites · 5 years ago
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His lucky charm
Word Count: 2,396
Pairing: Oikawa x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, ooc Oikawa
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Oikawa always got what he wanted. Always, without any doubt. That included you, even though the way he got you was a bit more complicated than he liked.
You were in the same class and you were very well aware of his reputation and status as a volleyball player. Ever since you watched the first volleyball match in which he played, you were fascinated and made it a habit to attend every single one of them. The only thing that irked you were his fangirls, you couldn´t blame them for being so over the top, but you could barely concentrate on the game with their screaming.
And they pushed you to the side all the time so that you didn´t have a good view anymore, from that point you made sure to be early for the matches to have a decent chance to get a good space.
You never would have thought to get this invested in something, you got by good in school, but weren´t in any club since nothing really interested you that much. Instead you tried out different things and hobbies in the club times.
Oikawa thought it was funny how you never talked to him about the games, after all you caught his eye ever since school started. During lessons you sat next to each other and had to work together a lot, talking to you was nice and easy, but it irritated him how you never mentioned that you knew him. In reality you didn´t think much about it, you knew that Oikawa knew very well what a great player he was and you didn´t see any reason to boost his ego any more. And, no matter how stupid that sounded, you wanted to get to know him beyond the persona he portrayed on the field.
Sure, you were just making small talk, as you would when you worked together on homework, but nothing more than that. He didn´t talk about himself, which was very hard for him, but he didn´t want to scare you away. You were the only person he made an effort with to not seem like an asshole.
Well, you´d find out his true colors sooner or later anyways.
After a while though your conversations seemed to fade out, they got boring and you talked less, concentrating more on the school work.
You hated yourself for it, but you noticed that you were just like all the other girls who had a crush on him. Not that you minded the crush, he was very attractive and you weren´t blind. But it was only his looks, so you didn´t think much of it. However lately the thought of getting to know him better seemed very appealing to you, even though you knew he wasn´t interested in you that way and you wouldn´t have a chance anyway with such a great competition.
“When´s your next game?” you casually asked, it couldn´t hurt to try, right? So far this was just a normal topic.
Oikawa´s eyes sparked, a smile plastering his face.
“I didn´t know you were interested in volleyball” he tilted his head, eyeing you curiously.
“Well, I wouldn´t say I´m interested in it, but I like watching your team play” you said honestly, you didn´t know what it was what it got you hooked, you just couldn´t look away.
“Aww, I´m flattered (Y/N)-chan!” he teased you, his smile turning into a mischievously grin.
“You know I said your team and not you specifically, right? If I did your fangirls would be all up my ass” you chuckled, not wanting to imagine the rage of all the girls who adored Oikawa to an obsessive level.
Oikawa laughed, it was a genuine one, you always managed to surprise him, maybe you were more interesting than he thought in the beginning of the year.
Well, if he was being honest with himself he already knew that ever since you first caught his eye at his games, you were the only one that counted for him, the way you intently watched the ball and the players, he liked to imagine that you only watched and cheered for him and that thought, as stupid as it sounded, it spurred him on. He always played best when you were in the stands.
He thought he´d never see you again that one time he saw his fangirls push you to the side, which angered him, but he was quite surprised when he saw you fight back and show up at the next game earlier than them with a triumphant smile on your face.
Yes, you amused him, somehow you seemed to genuinely care, unlike his other fans, well, he couldn´t really call you a fan of him personally even though the thought of that was irresistible.
“They don´t stand a chance against you” he noted, meeting your eyes. Somehow he seemed livelier today, but you couldn´t figure out why, it vexed you.
“Because I will fight to the blood with them over you? Damn, you really do have a high opinion of yourself” you laughed, crossing your arms.
“You´re so mean, (Y/N)-chan!” he pouted.
“Poor Oikawa, should I call your fangirls so they can kiss it better?” you teased him, yes, you were very interesting indeed and it excited him.
“Call me Tooru, and I please don´t call them, I´d much rather spend time with you” he flirted with you, making you laugh out loud.
“I´d rather not, thank you very much” you remarked funnily, you wouldn´t fall for a guy like him, you´d only get hurt like that and you knew it.
“You´re breaking my heart, (Y/N)-chan!” he clutched his chest for dramatic effect.
“Oh boo hoo” you mocked him.
“I´m gonna make you fall for me, you´ll see” he stated, making you laugh even more.
“Good luck with that, seriously I´m rooting for you” you joked, not admitting defeat to a guy like him, having a crush on him was already bad enough but actually fall for him? Hell no. That would mean he´d have a great personality, not be an asshole and actually be able to care about someone other than himself, in other words: it´d be impossible.
In the next weeks he kept you updated on the following games he´d play, even going as far as inviting you to watch him train. Something you said yes to in hopes that his coach would say no.
Unlucky for you, he said it was okay as long as you didn´t distract him too much, to which you scoffed. As if you were able to distract him.
You brought your homework along with you and did it in the time the team warmed up.
“Goddammit, isn´t it enough for you to have girls watch you when we play? Do you really have to bring them here too now?” Iwaizumi noted disapprovingly, making Oikawa pout.
“Well, I´m only bringing her here. She´s different than the others, I like talking to her” he admitted.
“Oh my god, you actually like her, don´t you?” Iwaizumi laughed at his hopeless friend.
“Yes and I´m gonna make her like me too” he told him determinedly.
Iwaizumi laughed even louder now, making Oikawa pout and whine at him.
“That´s never gonna happen” Iwaizumi stated, shaking his head. His friend had many fangirls that adored him, yes, and he was good with his words too, but being in an actual relationship with him would never work out, he´d just get bored with the girl and honestly, she´d break up with him as soon as she realized how much time volleyball actually took in his life. So falling in love with Oikawa really was fruitless.
The coach announced that the training would now begin and you put your homework inside your bag and watched them play. It was so magical every time you did, it felt like nothing existed in the world besides the players, the ball and the net. It was amazing seeing how all of them worked so well together, how everything was connected.
It brought a smile to your face and if you were being honest with yourself your attention was more on Oikawa than on anyone else, you told yourself it was because he was the setter and therefore the most important part in the game, but deep inside of you, you knew better.
“You know, I hate to admit it but I don´t think your chances are that bad” Iwaizumi told Oikawa after the training was over and they were getting changed.
“What made you change your mind?” Oikawa asked.
“Didn´t you see the way she was smiling at you?” he said.
���I mean I did...but that doesn´t mean anything, right?” he asked hopefully.
“It didn´t look like it meant nothing...and it´s not like you to be so pessimistic” Iwaizumi noticed.
“I know, but I really want her to like me! And don´t you dare laugh at me because of that” Oikawa always got what he wanted, he wasn´t used to anything else but with you it was different. You actually made him fairly insecure about his flirting and charm, maybe he really wasn´t good enough. Why did he even try? Even if you happened to like him, which to Oikawa was impossible, you´d just leave him anyway. Maybe he should just give it up.
He hated those thoughts of his, but they were all blown away once he saw you waiting for him.
Iwaizumi already went on ahead.
“What are you still doing here? I thought you already left” Oikawa asked, it was unusual for him to be so down, you had to admit you were a bit worried about him.
“I wanted to wait for you so we could go home together...” you mumbled, choking back your pride. Maybe you did like him more than you thought, for a part of you it was the worst thing that could happen, but for another part of you it didn´t seem so bad suddenly.
With him looking so sad, you knew you could say something like this without being judged or teased.
“Really? That´s so sweet of you, (Y/N), I´d like that” he smiled at you softly, you didn´t know what it was but something about him changed. A whole lot. And it scared you. Did he have a bad day? What was the cause for his sudden mood change?
You didn´t want to press the matter and intrude his privacy like that so you two started walking alongside each other.
“I liked watching you train today, thanks for inviting me” you smiled up to him, startling him a bit.
“You can come watch more often if you´d like” he quietly said, it was more like a wish than an invitation.
“I´d love to, but I don´t think your coach would like it that much” you admitted, as much as you loved watching Oikawa, but you couldn´t help but feel like you didn´t belong there. After all the coach made it clear not to distract and disturb the boys. So you were trying your best to be quiet and unobtrusive. You didn´t want to risk getting on the coach´s nerves.
“Well, he can´t really say anything against it, he knows I play better when you´re around” he stated neutrally, but it still managed to make your heart jump.
“But how do you know that? Today was the first time I was in your training” you thought out loud.
Oikawa chuckled lightly. “Do you really think I didn´t notice you in the games?” he told you, making you blush. So he really was looking at you, you didn´t just imagine things. Somehow that made you feel really warm.
“Now, now, I thought you knew better than to get distracted by your fangirls in a game?” you grinned, lightening up the mood.
“You know I can´t help it when you stick out so much, (Y/N)-chan, how could I not notice you?” he flirted back, you were getting dizzy, he was way too good at this.
In the course of the next weeks you grew closer, you were allowed to watch him train more often and you two flirted more too, it was clear to see that something was definitely going on, the only question was when one of you would have the guts to confess.
Normally you would have wanted to tell him early on to have it out of the way, but every time you wanted to tell him, your throat went dry and you couldn´t get a word out.
Sometimes being around him was too much, you could get lost in his eyes forever and it happened more than once that the two of you were just gazing at each other without saying a word for multiple minutes.
The day of the next match was growing closer and you wanted to wait with your confession until it was over, but you couldn´t take it anymore. It was too much, you had to get it out.
So when you and Oikawa were going home together you breathed in and then stopped.
“Can you wait for a second, I need to tell you something” you gulped when he looked at you expectantly.
“Remember how you said you´d make me like you? Well, you succeeded. And I know now isn´t the right time, but I just couldn´t keep it to myself anymore” you spoke way too fast and watched Oikawa´s expression turn from curious to straight up shocked, it drained all color from your face, so he didn´t like you back...why ever that came as a surprise to you.
“Seriously? And it´s not because I´m good at volleyball or because of my looks?” he asked, a big smile on his face. You shook your head.
“First of all, you´re not only good at volleyball, you´re amazing, don´t sell yourself short. And I like you for you, your looks are just a bonus” you explained.
“You know, (Y/N), I´ve liked you for a while now, but I always thought it was just like a normal crush and that the feeling would go away, but the more time I spent with you, the stronger it got. I´m so happy you like me back” he announced, putting his arms around you and pulling you close to hug you.
You practically melted into it, clinging to him and resting your head on his chest.
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aph-romania-appreciation · 7 years ago
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First Writing Request
Request from @andi-is-salty: Vampire!Bulgaria. Ask and you shall receive! (This one got really long, I can’t decide if that’s good or bad.)
Warning: This is probably OOC, especially when it comes to Bulgaria
“I’m Not Going Anywhere”
“-and you know what? I’m so sick of it! I swear, if I hear one more Twilight joke from America I’ll-“ “Mhm.” Bulgaria hated to admit it, but he wasn’t listening to his friend. He had managed to make it through the meeting, but now he wanted nothing more than to rest. Of course, Romania couldn’t take a hint. While Romania lounged on his bed in their hotel room, Bulgaria sat next to him – hunched slightly and massaging his head with one hand.
He felt like a knife was carving into his temples and his jaw was aching. Thank goodness he had thought to bring some reprieve to the meeting with him…
“Anyway, so I- hey, since when do you drink wine?” “Hm?” Romania sat up and pointed to the opaque wine glass in Bulgaria’s hand. “Wine. I didn’t know that you liked it.” “Oh.” Pale fingers curled tightly around the glass stem, possessively. “Uh, well they say that an occasional glass is good for you, so-“ “And you’re not gonna share with your best friend?! Lemme have a sip!” Bulgaria turned away, “No, it’s almost gone. I want to finish this glass.” “Come on, Bul’! Just a sip-!” The nation reached for the ‘wine’, eyes twinkling.
Instinctively, Bulgaria’s eyes narrowed and he seized Romania’s wrist. “No” he hissed, eyes gleaming with malice - and were they red? The temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees and Romania found himself covered in goose bumps. “B-Bul?” Romania was frozen, he had never seen Bulgaria so…scary. Maybe during a war, but not like this. “Don’t. Touch. My. Drink.” If Romania’s expression didn’t betray his shock, then his attempted laughter did. “I just- I get that you are a little protective of your yogurt, but I never thought that you’d freak out about a drink…” The silence stretched between the two, the air thick and suffocating with tension.
“Bul’? Can I have my hand back? I won’t touch your drink, heh heh…” Bulgaria’s eyes returned to normal, now shocked and horrified. He dropped his friend’s hand and leapt up from the bed. “Oh…I’m so sorry! I-I…I don’t know what came over me…” The blonde laughed softly and rubbed his wrist. “It’s alright, I just didn’t expect it. Besides, you had a rough day and all I did was talk about mine! But hey, bring an extra glass next time! I love a good drink every now and then!” Romania slapped his back good-naturedly. “Hey, if I didn’t know better, I’d say that you were going to bite my head off!” He laughed, the tension fully dissipating from the room.
               ‘That was close. I should never have drank in front of him. Oh well, at least that’s over. I hope that he doesn’t try anything else.’
Having known Romania for centuries now, Bulgaria should have expected him to snoop around. Over the course of the business-filled week, he had asked Bulgaria for wine a total of twenty times. The nation had even stooped so low as to search their shared refrigerator when Bulgaria was out.  ‘Thank goodness I hid that mini-fridge in my closet, at least he hasn’t found that yet.’
Unbeknownst to most individuals, part of the reason that the two got along so well was that they both stayed up well into the night. Romania would usually fall asleep around midnight or one am, and Bulgaria would doze off late into the morning hours. They would typically stay awake simply talking or working on their respective paperwork, enjoying each other’s company as they completed documents and typed reports.
One particular night, the two had finished their paperwork early and were lounging in their hotel room. “Ugh, I can’t wait to be back home. I miss Moldova and my own house. What about you, Bul’?” “Hm? Oh, me too.” ‘I’m sick of sneaking around you’ he thought to himself. His headache was back with a vengeance, but he couldn’t get into his fridge with the other nation wide awake and right there. He shut his eyes to will the pounding away, dropping his head onto his desk.
“Whoa, you alright?” “Mhm. ‘m fine” was the noncommittal answer. “No you’re not, what’s wrong?” Romania leaned forward, laying a hand on the other’s head. “Bul’? Can I get you something? Is it a headache?” He gently drew his friend into a hug, resting his own head atop Bulgaria’s. “Let me take care of you, don’t hide it if you don’t feel well!”
Bulgaria contentedly sighed and leaned into the embrace, then stopped. His eyes flew open and landed on Romania’s bared neck. It was right there, so close. He could practically, no he could definitely, hear the other’s pulse. He felt the tell-tale ache in his jaw as his hands slowly lifted and grasped the other in return.  ‘One shouldn’t hurt, right? Just one, maybe he won’t even notice – I could say that my jacket got caught and scratched his neck. But I CAN’T! It’s Ro’!‘ “…So what do you say? Tea, yogurt, and some medicine?”
Romania leaned back and smiled – then froze. “B-Bulgaria? Since when have you had fangs too? And your eyes…” “дяволите” He quickly threw one hand over his mouth and dropped his head back onto the desk. “Don’t worry about it, it just… I just…” He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. “Bul’, what’s wrong? Tell me, please.” He could feel warm air on the back of his neck, the other nation leaning over him. He was right there. ‘Oh no.’ “Bul’?” A hug from behind, bringing him even closer. “Bul’, please tell m-“
Within seconds and in a way that was completely unknown to him, Romania found himself pressed against the wall – Bulgaria staring into his red eyes with his own newly crimson ones. “B-Bul’? You’re scaring me…” There was a flicker of regret behind Bulgaria’s gaze before it became piercing once again. “I’m sorry, Ro.” The voice was alluring - sharp yet smooth. Despite the fear that was coursing through him, Romania couldn’t help but want to hear him speak again. “Bulgaria?” A low chuckle. “Yes?” Bulgaria laid his head on Romania’s shoulder, his breath and voice sending shivers down his spine. Romania’s chest shook with how fast his breathing became. “S-stop. You’re scaring me.” Romania felt a pair of knife-like fangs graze his neck. He tried to squirm out of the other’s grip, but he was held fast. “Please don’t. Bul’, please.”
Suddenly, Romania felt himself be tossed onto the nearby bed. He lay there, panting and clutching his neck for a while. No injury present, he struggled to get his breathing under control and spared a glance at the opposite end of the room. Bulgaria hid his face in his hands in the corner, “Oh, Ro…” He sobbed, shoulders shaking. ‘He’s crying’ thought Romania as he lay on the bed – not daring yet to rise from it. “Bul’?” The other jolted, then turned away. “D-don’t come near me, Ro. I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
The sobs ripped into his heart, despite what had happened before. They were the only sound for a while, aside from Romania’s breathing and the ticking clock on the wall. Finally, “Bulgaria? I need to ask a question. And I need to hear an answer from you.” Teary red eyes finally revealed themselves from the dark corner.  A loud sniff was his response. Romania sighed. “Bul’, are you a vampire?” Silence.  There was a squeak as Romania stood from the bed. Bulgaria flinched. “Ro, please don’t-“ “Are you?” “…yes.”
The room was once again filled with silence, excepted by the clock. “When was the last time you had…you know…” “I don’t get it like that. I bring my own-“ “When was the last time you had any?” “…Last night.” “How often are you supposed to have it?” “At least once or twice a day.” Bulgaria hung his head in shame, tears threatening again. “I’m sorry that I never told you sooner. I was just so afraid of it getting out of control or you being scared of me.” Romania stepped towards him. “Do you need some now?” Bulgaria turned away again, unable to answer. “Come ‘ere.” Without warning, Romania took the other nation’s head and lifted it. “I don’t want you to suffer. And besides, this is just part of who you are. You’re not any different, you’re still my yogurt-loving friend that likes to stay up late with me. Except now, I know why you don’t sleep well at night and why you started drinking ‘wine’.” He laughed a little and hugged the dark-haired man.
“Come on, that’s enough crying. You’re gonna make me cry.” Bulgaria collapsed into his arms, fully sobbing again. A few seconds later, true to his word, Romania was sniffling and rubbing his eyes into Bulgaria’s shoulder. “C-come on, we need to stop crying and get you something. You must be starving.” Bulgaria turned his still-red eyes upwards. “I have p-packets in my fridge.” Just like that, he dashed off to his closet. As he lifted a pile of clothing to reveal the fridge, Romania gasped with realization.
“So that’s where you were hiding it!” Romania yelled. “Sh, quiet you. You’ll wake up half of the world.” Even so, he smiled cheekily as he poured the contents of a package into a wineglass. “Why don’t you just drink it from the package?” Bulgaria appeared offended as he stared at the other. “If you had to drink this stuff, wouldn’t you like to feel sophisticated? I’m not an animal.” “Ok, ok, I’m sorry!”
Bulgaria took a long sip and sighed with contentment, his eyes becoming green and his teeth retreating into his jaw. “You really don’t mind?” “Nope! As long as you don’t do that out of the blue again, then I’m fine with it! So can you do any cool vampire tricks?” Once again, Romania’s eyes were sparkling with their usual childlike wonder and inquisition.
The rest of the night was filled with questions. Bulgaria did a few parlor tricks for Romania, like walking upside down and floating. Otherwise, he was as normal as a personified nation could be. Finally, the excitement had worn off enough for the two to lie down and try to sleep. Romania yawned. “It’s four in the morning? No wonder I’m getting tired.” He glanced over at Bulgaria, who appeared uncertain once more as he lay in his own bed. “I’m not going anywhere, Bul’. You’re my best friend.” “I know, I just…”
A moment later, Bulgaria was surprised to find Romania standing next to his bed with his own pillows. “If I slept with you, would that make you feel better?” Bulgaria was unsure of how to reply, mouth opening and closing for a moment. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Romania leapt onto the bed without warning. “Ro’!” “Yes?” Romania grinned from his place beside him, already under the covers. “You can’t just jump in bed with me!” “I thought that you wanted me to?” “I didn’t say I did!” “But you didn’t say you didn’t!” With that last remark, Romania shut his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, just remember that.”
((Eek, 1,842 words?! I still don’t know how I feel about it. Yes, I realize that it’s hard to hide a mini-fridge. Please just roll with it! :) I hope that you guys enjoyed reading it!))
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