Romania Hetalia Novels & Stories

he said firmly and clenched his teeth in shock. "Is Vlad really deceased," I asked him curiously. Rogue looked down at me very seriously and furrowed his brow. "That I cannot say because I am uncertain of the answer," he stated earnestly. I exhaled harshly and thought about all of it. "Where did he give you his bite," I asked him curiously and he rolled his eyes. "Romania at his castle," he answered like a smartass. I looked at him and kicked his shin. "How would I know ass, the last I knew it was a tourist destination," I growled angrily back at him, rubbing his leg.

She was sure it wasn’t Romanian. “Gadzo?” she echoed. She just knew instinctively it didn’t mean well for her. She was one hundred percent sure of that. The other woman smiled coldly and tauntingly. “You won’t understand because you’re not like me or Harman,” she proceeded in the Romanian language. “And someone like you has no place anywhere with us!” she added scathingly. Alodia laughed at that. “Whatsoever you mean by that gadzo word, I don’t care as long as Harman’s with me. Do you understand that?” she calmly rebutted. Her composure was not at all shaken.

"Ultimately, you only sent one person to compete, so this could be considered as Nidora winning by numbers. "In the previous battles between our armies, Nidora fielded 100,000 troops against Romenia's 90,000. Though Romenia was defeated, its efforts were still commendable." Her words gave Romenia plenty of face, and the envoys initially found them gratifying. However, Walter was the first to catch on. Wasn't this essentially the same as Helena's words, just phrased more diplomatically? It was a sugar-coated pill, impossible to refute but bitter to swallow.

Nevertheless she reciprocated his smile, as she heard him say, “Hello there, I am Ralph Romulus, son of Fenris Romulus and the gamma of this great clan.” ‘Fenris…’ He was the son of Elder Fenris Romulus, a man Ruby had talked about one time, and Daciana was instantly in awe. She stared at him in amusement also, as he belted out this introductions. He was feeling rather snug and it was noteworthy because he was a highly ranked person, and she began to feel shy and insecure. What would she tell him? That she was a lowly maid, and witch or… “You must be?” He urged, his hands stretching out for a handshake which she accepted gently, and clearing her throat she replied, “I am Daciana Hati, sister

Not if she valued her life. “Of course,” she replied, offering Corloni a weak smile. “Romania sounds lovely.” “It’s not,” he quipped back with a wry smile. “And the operation there is a bit…how should I put this? Unsavory? But it’s what I want you to do.”

Ana (to Celeste): “Your blood’s four rivers, verişoară. German steel, Japanese grace, Romanian fire, American… chaos.” Remy (mouth full): “Chaos tastes good.” Seras (filming): “For the vlog: ‘Sarmale diplomacy.’” Telepathic Trio Elowene (warm, amused, Japanese): 「愛を包め。」 Wrap with love, cariad.」 Dacia (layered beneath): “Lecția unu: protejează înainte de a lovi. Family first.”

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

Why did Armand decided on that and not even telling her about this? She has a family back home that needed her. She can’t be here to be the queen of anything! “Where..where is this place? This country?” She rasped the words out as her breathing intensify. “Where? Why, we’re in Romania, miss. Didn’t his highness told you about this already?” Rosa didn’t answer her. She squeezed her eyes as pain once again overwhelms her and starts to move towards the door. Ingrid held her hand and her strong grip was too much for Rosa.

Her sunglasses hid the hangover she was doing a poor job of nursing as she stabbed her fries into the ketchup in a way I knew meant she was imagining me. I sank deeper. "Maybe he's lost?" Mina was playing some type of gem game on her phone, looking as bored as ever. She looked cute in a sweater dress with knee-high go-go boots and curls wrapped up in oversized and pointed space buns. "He's not from around here, right?" "Dad said he was from the Old Country," Megara said sagely, sipping her coffee, black like her nails. "And what country is that exactly, Meg? We're Roma, stupid!" Yulia threw her hands up, grinding her cigarette into an ashtray that looked like a cow. "That's literally half of