Romania Hetalia Novels & Stories

"Alpha Vlad is a friend of mine, so he can come in." "Yes, Alpha." "Alpha Vlad talks to my Luna, but I don't think that's enough reason for him to stop being my friend. I only have to help him get his kingdom back and he will leave, while my Luna will always be with me," Romulus said to Matt immediately after the guard left. When he was done talking, Vlad walked in. "You've finally decided to visit me instead of my Luna." Vlad grinned. "As much as I don't like how you treat your Luna and the rumors of you planning on torturing her, you are still my friend."

“A three-thousand-year-old devil kidnapping a werewolf to devour her soul? I take it back, this is like a movie, not a fairytale.” “Never in my life have I even heard about a race known as the Devil Clan,” Mihai mutters. “Especially not in Romania. Are you sure that you got the details correct?” “I'm afraid so,” I reply. “She is somewhere in this country.” Then, to everyone's surprise, Doina gets up from her seat and walks toward me, only to envelope me in a hug. “I'm sorry,” in a heavy accent, she says, stunning me. “So sorry.”

She scoffs, “I know Russian, and it’s not anything like it.” He looks at her again, “Gods, am I giving you more ammunition for your night time activities?” He laughs, and tilts his head. “Great, I’ll shut up.” Noemi walks over and sits next to Vali, huffing. They talk for a while in Romanian, and she focusses on her food. More words she has a vague idea of come up. Castle; again, time, travel, Dracula’s name is mentioned. She finishes her food, and takes the plate to the sink.

The banner of the Blood Kingdom hung behind her throne, half-torn but still burning crimson. Across from her, representatives from the surviving nations and factions of what remained of Europe’s Council, the Eastern Coalitions, and the remnants of the Western Alliance waited in stiff silence. Their eyes flicked between the newborn and the woman who had ended a world war with fire. “Let’s begin,” Bianca said coolly. The eldest envoy, a man from Geneva with trembling hands and a diplomat’s smile, cleared his throat. “Madam Romano, the world acknowledges your sovereignty over the central territories. However…”

, Dragomir took it from her hand, “I don’t know but I felt a pull to it like it was important to our quest. Just like how you feel with the stone calling out to you" Raisel nodded, “I understand but how do we decrypt this?” “This is some kind of language…let me see”, Dragomir sat on the floor and studied closely. They were still in the woods. After a while he spoke, “This is Romanian, just like Gigant”, he explained, “Rising… Raisel scribbled. “Rising to….it’s…former…reign? glory, yes glory”, he finished, “Rising to its former glory”

(Simion POV) The meeting went well and an alliances was form between America and Romania. I know I kept putting off the idea of making alliances with other countries, but it something that needs to be done. As things were wrapping up with King Gabriel decide we should have a drink to seal the friendship between our kingdoms made. There were about eight people in the room besides King Gabriel were his son Seth, Beta Ryan, Beta Lucian, Gamma Colton, Gamma Darius, and Brayden. The King came back into the room with an old bottle.

I say back, and he likes me, I believe he does, but what if he doesn't, my eyes went wide now, daddy Romy hates me! "Hey...hey, don't cry, Mini, sweetie, princess," Romy says trying to calm me down, as I decided to stop on breathing, holding my breath, he doesn't like me! He hates me, and I love him, this is bad, very bad. "For being her mate, you're stupid, she thinks you hate her," dad explains what's wrong to Romy. "Mini, I adore you, I don't care that you're a vampire," Roman say and I looked at him trying to make sure if he was lying or not, and he wasn't, when I believed he was honest, I finally took a breath again.

He ignored Gard's questions, turning to look back at Dante. "Where did you start hearing the first whispers of commonality, Dante? Wherever that was, that is likely going to be closest to the nest of whatever viper we have among us." "Romania." Gard stiffened, his expression turning thoughtful as he gazed off into the distance. "You're sure?" he finally asked. "Yes," Dante answered, watching the redheaded vampire extend a hand towards his mate. Rayne took it without question, allowing him to pull her up to her feet. "You suspect something?" she queried, her expression expectant.

he replied with a smile. I agreed to take him. Martha and I said goodbye to each other and while walking in the Corridor, I suddenly thought of asking him out to the forest.But he immediately refused and invited me to go to the Tower.I also agreed and we went to the high Tower where it was quiet and peaceful.The air that touches my skin is cold but the heat of the wine I drank is more dominant. "Dylan is so very lucky. When he saw Romania for the first time, he knew that Romania was his mate. He was very lucky because Romania also liked him and he immediately accepted him as a mate," he said.

He spoke slowly. I shrugged. "Sorry, I still have no idea who you are, although from the arrogance coming off of you in waves by just letting me know your name tells me you think you're someone of importance to me? Also, you're a fucking liar. The romanian wolves were wiped out in 1650 with the persecution of the witches. And there's never been one person in charge of a entire country. So who are you really?"