Hetalia Worldwide ;)

Wanna bet? (Romania)

I.....AM......SO.......SORRY! I couldn't update sooner because the damn homework due dates are catching up to me....., Anyways, here's a Romania x Reader requested by NeverEnoughUkUs (special thanks to you for requesting!)

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You shuffled your way through the isles of the grocery store, pushing your shopping cart along the path. You looked at what you had scribbled down on a piece of paper and mentally checked off every item on the list until you reached the last one. You always hated that item and purposefully left it last; alcohol.

You hated everything about it... and it was your father's favorite drink. That was one of the reasons why you hate it so much, because your father couldn't get enough of it. He was a heavy drinker even before your mother died, after she died, it just got worse. He became incredibly violent when drunk. Your hand moved to the ugly bruise he left you on your arm the other day.

Today, he ordered you to buy more groceries, and alcohol of course. Pushing your cart, you scanned the shelves for his preferred beer brand. You spotted it and swiftly tried to grab it.

You cursed under your breath when you weren't able to reach it. You stood on your tip toes and stretched as much as you could, no luck. "Allow me to lend you a hand." a voice said behind you. You whirled around; the man who stood in front of you had strawberry blond hair, crimson colored eyes and extremely pale skin, overall; he looked a bit odd to you.

"T-thank you." you blushed. Hey, you thought he was odd... you never said he wasn't attractive. "You're welcome." he smiled, revealing two rather sharp canines. "So, is this for you?" he asked, handing you the beer. "No, it's for my dad." your explained, heaving the beer into your cart. "Let me help you with that." he said stepping up to take the heavy containers from you. He lifted them with ease into your cart. "Thanks again." you smiled gratefully. "Anything for a beautiful girl such as yourself." He said before adding "My name is Vlad, may I ask for yours?"

"____" you told him. "Well, ____, would you like to take a walk with me through the park?" he asked. "Excuse me?" you blinked. "I figured that we should take advantage of a beautiful day." he scratched the back of his neck, pink spreading on his cheeks. You thought it over: Lets see, not that many groceries, no perishables and I still have time before dad comes home. "Sure" you decided, it couldn't hurt to just walk with him, could it?

"Then lets hurry and pay for those, shall we?" he grinned broadly, taking the cart for you. You paid quickly and were out the door before you knew it. He offered to put your groceries in his car for the time being, which you gladly agreed to since you didn't want to lug them around all day. You basically left everything in his car except your shoulder bag that you kept slung around you at all times.

"Now, let me show you around." he said offering his arm. Shyly you took it as he led you through the parking lot and through the streets. He stopped in front of a small café: "I thought we were going to the park." you said. "Oh we are, I just thought what's a visit to to park without a picnic." he shrugged. He leaned into the glass and selected a couple of pastries, which were given to him in a small paper bag before the two of you headed out the door.

You don't really get out much; so you let out a small gasp of surprise when you reached the park: the park area was so large that you couldn't see where it ended, long branches intertwined with each other, creating great shady resting areas followed by large grass areas. "Don't come here often?" he guessed. You nodded, still gaping at the scenery in front of you.

He chose the perfect place to sit: it was under a rather large oak tree where the both of you could gaze out at the rest of the park. "So, how come I've never seen you around?" he asked tilting his head and staring at you with those mesmerizing crimson eyes. "I just don't go out much." you shrugged. Lies.... your head replied. Your father didn't like you going out unless it was to buy him his liquor, other than that, you were stuck at home cleaning up after him.