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You spend a good amount of time pacing back and forth inside your room that night—er, morning? You've cast aside the dress, wearing sleeping shorts and a T-shirt. And you walk, back and forth from door to window, eyes kept on your toes. Alfred Jones kissed you! While, honestly, you should be ecstatic from head to freakin' toe, you aren't. Well, not entirely. Half of you wants to jump on your bed and squeal, screaming about how Alfred Jones KISSED you…but the other half of you is seriously about to break down and fall apart. Because you can't stop but think about Arthur Kirkland. You sit on your bed, lightly massaging your temple

Disclaimer: I still don't own you or Hetalia…Kind of sad really… You stretched as you sat in the back of the bus. You were tired from your long trip but didn't want to fall asleep. After all, it wasn't often that you came to Romania. When most people asked you about the one place you'd like to go to on vacation, they expected you to mention popular destinations, such as England, Italy, Spain, Japan… Yet you surprised them each and every time by saying Romania. The only reason they were surprised was because they didn't know of the strong connection you had to Romania. ****** When your grandparents were young newlyweds, t