The Miracle of the 11:11 Wish

Reader x Romania - Haunted House Confession

"Vell (Name), vhat do you vant to do?" Germany asked in a calm tone.

'How can he be so calm when he was just yelling a second ago?' you wondered, but quickly put the thought aside.

Instead, you turned your attention to the surrounding nations. They were all looking at you expectantly, but you found it more intimidating than anything. You began to feel the pressure crush down on you like a ton of bricks. All of these nations were wanting you to stay with them, but you could only choose one out of them all. And there were a lot of them. You hated making these kind of tough decisions, especially when you loved all the individual nations.

Although, for some strange reason you began to feel eyes watching you intently. Sure they were all looking at you, but this gaze felt different. You slowly scanned your eyes in the direction you felt the stare from and soon locked your (e/c) eyes with ruby red ones. Romania was looking at you with interest, his left fang visible with his slight smirk. His face looked almost childish and full of mischief. His strawberry blonde hair was going every which way in all different lengths. He was wearing his black trench coat and had on a small, black hat that had a red and white ribbon wrapped around it, hanging loosely to the side of his face.

You had heard rumors that he was a vampire, but you didn't know for sure. A part of you wanted to know while the other part screamed not to ask. You failed to notice that you had been staring at the nation, lost in the depths of his ruby eyes, until you felt Germany tap your shoulder.

"Are you alright, liebling?"

"H-Huh?" you said, breaking out of your trance.

"I ask if you vere ok. You looked like you were spacing out."

"I-I'm fine. I don't know what happened," you muttered, gently kneading your brow.

You heard a small giggle come from Romania and glanced at him questioningly. England and Norway, who had been watching the whole thing play out, both gave out a frustrated sigh and England addressed him.

"Romania, we are trying to help (Name) find a place to stay, but what you are doing is making it even more difficult."

You then turned to England with the same expression to which he answered in a more gentler tone.

"Romania was hypnotizing you, love. He loves to do that to random people for fun sometimes, but right now is not the best time for it."

"Hypnotize? You mean with his eyes?"

"Yes, love."

You then turned back to Romania with a small glare and made a small childish pouting expression. This made Romania laugh even more, revealing his pair of sharp looking fangs. You cringed a little at this, but you weren't too scared. After he was done laughing, you looked once back at you then to Germany who happened to be trying to process what was going on.

"Germany, would it be alright if the draga (dear) stays with me?"

Instead, before Germany could respond, Norway spoke up for him. He had a look of concern on his face before he quickly masked it.

"Are you sure about that Romania?" he asked both carefully and emotionlessly.

'What's he so worried about?' you asked to yourself.

"Of course! What's wrong Norway? Don't trust me now? I thought we were friends," he fake pouted like a small child, but you found it adorable.

"We are friends. I just...Oh never mind. Do as you please, but make sure (Name) is alright with going with you first before you decide for her."