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Overlooked, Romania's path, part 1(ReaderxRomania)

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This is a continuation of a story, this is the first chapter on Romania's path. A link to the intro is in the description.


“Happy early birthday!” You excitedly yelled through the halls of the big house, it didn’t take long for your brother Mathias to come running down the halls and pull you into a hug.

“You came!” He said smiling widely.

“Of course I did, how could I not?” He let go of you and you rummaged through your bag looking for his gift. As soon as you had found it he snatched it from your hands.

“Sometimes I think you’re five inside, brormand*.” He just grinned and was about to open the present before you reminded him that he had to wait.

“Fine…” He said, and reluctantly put the present down on the kitchen table. You picked up your bag and started to make your way to the guestroom.

“Oh, btw (Y/N), you’re not staying in the guestroom this time.” Denmark yelled after you. “Norway’s friends are using that, you’re staying with the king!” Ehm, what? You stopped dead in your tracks. You didn’t know what surprised you the most; that Norway had friends over, or that you had to share a room with your brother. He came up behind you without you noticing, startling you as he started talking again: “This is going to be so much fun! It’ll be just like when we were kids!” Yay… You remembered what it was like back when you were kids and shared a room, it wasn’t all bad, but one thing that was, was the snoring. I swear, he could keep Greece awake at night.

You ignored his ramblings about ‘the good old times’ as you made your way down the hall to his room, you heard Finland shout something, but you didn’t quite catch it. As soon as your bag had touched the floor, Mathias grabbed your hand and dragged you into the dining room, where Iceland, Norway, a blonde you recognized as England, and someone you didn’t know were already sitting. Finland and Sweden came into the room with what you guessed was dinner, I mean, what else could it be? This successfully distracted the Dane, who let go of your hand to take a seat, you sat down next to him, across from England. “Hey.” You quietly said in your own language, to no one in particular. You usually accidentally slipped into Faroese or Danish when you were nervous or meeting new people. Right now, you were just glad that pretty much everyone could understand the Faroese greeting.

“Moi (Y/N).” Finland said, smiling as usual. “Nice to see you again, it’s been a while.” You didn’t visit the Nordics very often, mostly you just came to visit when it was Denmark’s birthday, and occasionally on Christmas too, that really depended on whether or not they remembered to invite you, you didn’t like to show up unasked for.

England smiled at you and introduced himself: “Hello, I’m England, nice to meet you.” You internally told him some, uhm, not so nice things. It bothered you that he didn’t remember meeting you before. You had met plenty of times!

“You too, I’m the Faroes.” You told him with a, not so sincere, smile, he didn’t seem to notice the falsity though. You turned your gaze towards the unknown boy sitting next to Norway, he had strawberry blonde hair, and was wearing a cute little hat with two ribbons in it. He returned the gaze after a few seconds, letting you catch a glimpse of his eyes; the colour reminded you of the amber you had collected on the Danish beaches. You quickly looked away, and was grateful when Iceland handed you the potatoes, rescuing you from the awkward situation.

Romania’s POV, a few hours earlier

“’You think (Y/N) will come?” I heard Denmark ask someone as I made my way through the house in search of the bathroom. Maybe I should’ve just asked Norway where it is… I was probably right about that, but I had been here so many times before, that not knowing where the bathroom was, would be kind of embarrassing. “I’m sure she will, she always does.” Finland said reassuringly. I briefly wondered who (Y/N) was, but was interrupted in my thoughts when I finally found the right door.

“What took you so bloody long?” Arthur asked when I finally got back. I muttered a sorry, before my curiosity got the best of me and I asked Lukas: “Who’s (Y/N)?” He looked at me and stated: “The Faroes. Why?” So she was another country. I momentarily wondered why I had never met her before. “I just heard Denmark and Finland talking about her.” I opened up my spell book and picked up where I had left, successfully ending the conversation.

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“Dinner will be ready soon!” Finland announced with a smile before returning to the kitchen. We all started making our way to the dining room and I sat down between Lukas and Arthur. Soon after Denmark came into the room, his left hand holding onto a girl’s. She’s pretty. I internally smacked myself. Yeah, and she’s probably Denmark’s girlfriend too. She was pretty though, (h/c) framed her face and beautiful (e/c) eyes looked curiously at Arthur and I. Finland and Sweden came into the room with dinner and sat down after placing it on the table. 


“Hey.” A quiet, accented voice said. She shyly had her gaze fixed on her plate. Finland answered her greeting, he called her (Y/N), so I guessed she had to be the Faroe Islands. It made sense, I had seen her at the meetings before, it was a rare occurrence for her not to sit next to Denmark. I hadn’t thought much of it before, but for some reason it kind of bothered me now. I forced myself to change my train of thoughts and started putting Scandinavian food on my plate, it didn’t look too weird today. Yesterday Iceland had tried to feed us fermented shark, he claimed that it was called Hakarl, and that people actually enjoyed eating it in his country, I wasn’t sure whether or not to believe that, but most of the Nordics actually ate it, so I guess it had to be true. Denmark, England and I found something else to eat, though. But we hadn’t been able to eat anything before the fermented dish was cleaned up, it really stank, both awfully and a lot. I briefly looked up from my not fermented food, and found (e/c) eyes gazing into mine, I smiled at her, but she probably didn’t see that before she looked away.

“You ate Hakarl without me?” She asked Iceland accusingly a little while later. Wait, she actually likes that stuff??

“Sorry...” He said sheepishly, “We did save something for you, though. Lukas, Berwald, Tino and I were the only ones who wanted any, so there was plenty left.” She looked happy about that. What’s wrong with these people? Who willingly eats fermented shark!? But I suppose I do eat pig’s stomach stuffed with gelatinous pig parts at Christmas**, to each their own I guess. As long as they don’t force me to eat their various forms of rotten fish, I’ll try not to complain too much about the smell…

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Back to you


The next morning you were exhausted, you had gotten, at most, 3 hours of sleep due to someone’s snoring. You were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying some of Norway’s coffee, trying to enjoy the serenity. You knew that it wouldn’t last long, your brother would wake up soon, and if you thought he was bad on a normal day, you do not want to meet him on his birthday.

Bună dimineața.***” You looked up to see the amber eyes of the boy you only knew as Norway’s friend. You had absolutely no idea what he said, but if he was going to confuse you with some weird language, you could do the same thing: “Góðan morgun.***” You told him. He smiled at you, and you returned the gesture. It was kind of weird but you found that you enjoyed your four words long conversation.

“I’m Romania.” The boy told you, seeing his window to introducing himself. “You can call me Vlad though, most people do.” You took another sip of your coffee before answering him: “(Y/N), or the Faroe Islands. Nice to meet you, Vlad.” And unlike yesterday with England, you really meant it this time.

“You too, (Y/N).” He looked at your mug, and you answered the implied question of where he could find the coffee. A comfortable silence settled itself as the two of you drank your coffee.

Vlad looked questioningly at the Danish flag on the table. “It’s Mathias’ birthday.” You explained. “He celebrates with lots and lots of Danish flags.” It was true, he really did, you had never seen anyone else use this many flags for anything. When you speak of the devil. You thought smiling, as a very happy Mathias emerged from his room. You got up from your chair and gave him a hug.
“Tillykke med fødselsdagen, storebror
.****” “Thanks.” He said returning the hug.

Romania’s POV

She broke into a smile and practically jumped of the chair to hug Denmark. She told him something in what was probably Danish, but I had no idea what it was. Seeing her acting like that kind of ruined my good mood. She seemed really nice, and let’s face it, Denmark can be a jackass, I couldn’t help but feel like she deserved better. Like me. No, I shouldn’t think like that, I only just met her yesterday, I don’t even know her that well. Besides, she has a boyfriend. Still, it bothered me.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the Nordics and England to wake up, they all congratulated Denmark, England did too when he realized that it was his birthday, eventually I did the same, I just hoped the Dane couldn’t tell how half-heartedly my congratulatory words were said.

The day basically consisted of presents, cake, a lot of Danish flags and (Y/N) clinging to Denmark. I mostly stuck with Arthur and Lukas, occasionally having conversation with (Y/N), only to have them cut short by her boyfriend demanding her attention. Several times I caught myself staring at the Island nation, fascinated by how the wind played with her (h/c) locks and the way the light made the beautiful color of her eyes stand out.

“Is something bothering you?” Arthur asked me, forcing me out of my daydreaming. “You’ve been awfully quiet today.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s just that I don’t know Denmark that well, so it’s kind of awkward to be a part of his birthday celebration.” I lied and tried to smile convincingly.

“To be honest, I didn’t even know it was his birthday.” England admitted. We made small talk for a while before Finland announced that it was time to open the presents.

Later that night, when I was on my way out to brush my teeth, I saw Denmark and (Y/N) go into his bedroom together, it bothered me more than it should.

Back to you

You were laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of a place you had never seen before. A place far away, a place in southeastern Europe, a place called Romania. You were wondering what it looked like there, what kind of art and literature they enjoyed there, but mostly you wondered if all the Romanians had as cute a smile as their personification. Your brother’s excessive snoring almost didn’t bother you, as your thoughts brought you into your own little world.

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When you got up the next morning, you found yourself disappointed at the fact that Romania, England, and Norway had left to go somewhere, no one really knew where, or what they were going to do there, but they wouldn’t be home until much later.
Maybe they just didn’t want to be a part of two birthday’s in a row. If that was the case, you kind of understood that, it didn’t seem like they knew the other Nordics very well, and Mathias’ birthday had probably been awkward enough for them. Whatever the reason for their absence, you set out to locate Sweden. 


“Happy birthday, Berwald.” You told the silent Swede, before handing him his gift. “Tack*****.” He said, taking the present. “You’re welcome.” You smiled and left him alone. You weren’t exactly friends with him, but you always brought him a present when you visited to celebrate your brother’s birthday, anything else would just be rude. It was Sweden’s birthday today after all.

As Norway handed you a cup of coffee you found that your thoughts were once again travelling to Romania. You didn’t know what, but something about him intrigued you, and you felt a need to get to know him better. You had enjoyed the brief conversations you had had with the man the day before, actually they had probably been your favorite part of the entire day. Because that’s not weird at all. I just met the guy. If you thought back to the meetings, you remembered seeing him before. He sits next to Bulgaria, right? You tried to think of something else, and succeeded in distracting yourself by placing Swedish flags around the house, and helping Finland make Sweden’s birthday cake.

You found yourself liking Finland’s company, that didn’t surprise you though, he had always been nice to you when you were visiting. “It’s nice of you to help, (Y/N).” He told you when you were setting the table.

“Of course I’m helping, you practically did everything for Mathias’ birthday yesterday.”

“I don’t know about that, Lukas helped me, and I made Berwald do some things to.” You let out a laugh at the thought of nice, little Finland forcing Sweden to bake a cake, or whatever he had made him do.

“Does England and Romania visit a lot?” You asked without thinking.

“Oh, not really, they take turns hosting the club.” Finland answered.

“Club?” You wondered aloud. The Finnish man smiled and explained: “The magic club.” Yeah, well, that’s totally normal, who doesn’t know someone in a magic club. You thought sarcastically. Actually though, you thought it was kind of cute.


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‘The magic club’ didn’t come home before 11 pm, the other Nordics had already gone to bed, but you sat on the couch reading a book you had found in the living room, it was actually really interesting. It was a book of fairytales from all around the world, you were, for reasons I won’t even bother to explain, extra interested in the ones from a certain country called Romania. Currently, you were reading one called ‘The Flower Queen’s daughter’. 


“What are you doing with my book?” A male voice asked you. The sudden interruption startled you.

“Reading it.” You stated. The man laughed.

“I see that, I meant why are you reading my book.”

“I didn’t know it was yours.” You told the Romanian. “And I thought that it looked interesting.”

“Is it?” He asked you.

“Yes.” Was the short answer you gave him. He walked up behind you and started reading with you.

“I remember that one.” He said. “It’s Romanian.”

“Is it?” You asked innocently. By the time you realised how close he was to you, your heart was racing. As he reached down to turn the page, you instinctively grabbed his hand to stop him from doing so, you weren’t done with this page yet. Blushing, you quickly let go again. In your flustered state you entirely forgot to read. “You must be the slowest reader ever.” He said. Not knowing what else to do, you closed the book and stood up. Handing it to him you said; “Sorry about taking it, I thought it was Norway’s or something…” You quickly left the room, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your cheeks from when his fingers had brushed yours while you had handed him the book.

 


*Affectionate way to call someone your brother in Danish

**He’s referring to toba, Romanian Christmas food, basically it’s pig’s stomach stuffed with gelatinous pig parts, including feet, skin, and meat from the head. All ingredients are boiled, cut into small cubes, and encased in aspic. Doesn't that just sound delicious?

***Good morning, in Romanian and Faroese respectively

****Happy birthday, big brother

*****Thank you in Swedish

Sorry Denmark, Romania does not like you. I know I should finish the stories I already started first, but I got an idea for Romania, and I just had to write it down before I forgot.

Yes, Sweden’s birthday is actually the day after Denmark’s. Denmark’s birthday is June 5th, Sweden’s is June 6th.

The part about the fermented shark is somewhat inspired by something that happened in real life. I have a Faroese friend (who lives in Denmark), and one day when I was supposed to stay for dinner, they served some sort of rotten fish, and it stank, a lot, like really, a lot. Fortunately they had made some normal food for me, I really appreciated that. So the reason Denmark doesn’t eat the fermented shark is because we don’t eat that stuff here. We have other weird food, less disgusting though, but I may be biased…

Oh well, enough about my experiences with rotten fish. Poor little Romania thinks you’re Denmark’s girlfriend…:-( And to think his confusion could all have been avoided if he understood it when you called Denmark your brother. But I suppose it would be kind of weird if Romania understood what you said in Danish. I have no idea whether or not Denmark really snores, but in this story, he does.

Anyway, I hope you like the story.

As always, comments are appreciated. I love hearing what you think.:-) Also it's nice to know that someone is actually reading my stories.

Intro: fav.me/d97vjpr
Part 2: fav.me/d99lfr5

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Stephanie0317's avatar
It's like almost all cultures have some 'interesting' dish! I don't think our cultures' exotic dish Is that bad, but I really don't like it because it's such a soft texture, like eating jello if it was like yogurt? I dunno how to explain it...^^; It's basically cow brain, which is the worst, even more than heart or liver which are fine. My family likes brain, but I just can't....