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Headache [Romania x Reader]

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You really had no idea of what you were doing, to be completely honest.

First off, it was meeting time; meaning absolute chaos of everything and everyone around you. Secondly, you were seated right by America, and though you practically loved the guy, you were going deaf by his booming laughter. Finally, the country of who you had immense feelings for was seated so far down from you, you could be on another planet.

Sigh.

You shook your head and rubbed your temples, trying to fight off a growing migraine. Suffice to say, it wasn't working in your favor. Glancing up, you wonder how England does it. Well as of right now the English 'gentleman' was strangling France and- oh, well, now France is unconscious. Lovely. Groaning, you slowly curled up in your chair and rested your forehead against your crossed arms; your body hunched as you leaned over the table.

Peaking out from your (h/l) (h/c) fringe, you picked off countries left and right, giving your mind something to do other than just shut down.

Well, by France's prone form was a insistent Russia bothering a flailing China (probably wanting the small Chinese man to 'become one with Russia'. Honestly, it's not that bad. You've done it and the only thing that happened was that Russia hugged you so hard you swore your ribs cracked and gave you a pretty sunflower.), a lecherous South Korea not far behind his elder brother. On the other side of France was England trying to now strangle America while a sneaky Hong Kong, Australia, and Canada tried to give their poor dad a heart attack with fireworks. Hong Kong caught your (e/c) eyes staring, but before he could do much else, you gave him a wink and a thumbs-up. You just barely caught the non-country's smirk before you turned your head to the other side of the room, the loud popping of the fireworks muted by the back of your head.

The other side of the room was also a complete disaster. The Germans were arguing again (Austria and Hungary on one side, Prussia and Germany on another, and Switzerland was just shaking his head as Liechtenstein tried to peek out from behind him.); the Netherlands, Turkey, and Greece were going at it- what it was this time, you had no clue- with Japan and Belguim trying (and failing) to be a mediator; Taiwan was chatting up a storm with North Italy, Monaco (when did she get here?!), and Seychelles; Spain was currently in a tug-of-war with Bulgaria with South Italy as the 'rope'; and for the love of God, what was Poland doing to poor Lithuania?!

You let out a groan of misery as you realized that there must be a bigger mess somewhere as you didn't see everyone. Let's see who's missing... there's Belarus and Ukraine (oh wait, no they're in the corner with a defeated Russia), Latvia and Estonia (nope again, they've finally come to Lithuania's rescue), Egypt and Cyprus (you snorted, they were probably just waiting for the chance to calm Turkey and Greece down), and... wait. Blinking, you straightened from your fetal position. Where's Roman-?

Suddenly feeling pressure under your knees and lower back, you had a feeling you knew exactly where Romania was.

Before you could even look up, you were swept away like a princess out of the meeting room, down the hall, and into a smaller (and thankfully empty) board room. Your captor placed you gently on top of the table, letting your legs swing in the space in between the table and floor as he glided back to close the open door. You laughed in exhaustion thanks to his ever-so-familiar red coat and cute top hat, distinguishing the man before you from practically anyone on the planet. Closing the doors, Romania turned back to you with a saucy wink and smug grin.

Marching back over to you (knees raised and arms swinging, giving you something to giggle about) his gaze softened and clouded with worry. Lightly resting his hands on top of your own, he pressed his forehead to yours; his downy hair soft and his skin warm against your throbbing head. Giving you a little Eskimo kiss, he whispered, "I saw you in pain and I wanted to do something. Your head hurts, right, my sweet?" With his kind words and accented English, you were already melting. Nodding to his question, he frowned; an action you tried to erase by returning his earlier 'kiss'.

Retreating back, he gave you a small tilt of his lips before sliding his hands from yours upwards; up your wrist, forearm, elbow- that spot ticklish and you squirmed-, upper arm, shoulders, all the way to your neck. Even with his hands enclosed around such a vulnerable spot, you trusted him to take care of you. Slowly, the leather of his gloves sending bumps up and down your arms, he worked his fingers around the back of your neck and under your chin; tilting your head up in the process of getting rid of the pesky knots causing your headache. Sighing, you felt your lips slowly grow into a smile, letting it stretch wider when you felt a light, soft pressure against them.

Your headache now just a faded slip of a memory, you wounded your fingers through Romania's dirty-blond locks, twirling your left index around the ribbons hanging from his hat. (Really, that's one of the reasons you liked him so much, that cute hat. Of course his kisses were just an added bonus.) Breaking away from the lovers' pecks you were giving each other, you hopped down from your place on the edge of the table. Looking up (damn that man for being taller) into his ruby eyes, you whispered a wispy 'thank you'.

Letting his grin stretch over his face, his little fangs peaking out, he reached for your hands once more: And as he pulled you out of the secluded room and back to the rowdy one you were only too familiar with, he winked and whispered right back, "Anything for my little vampire."

God you loved this man.
What what, this my entry to the X Reader contest held by The-Banshee-Queen :dummy:

AND! Yep, and~ this is a little surprise gift to xYourHero I figured the girl could use some more Romania in her life :XD:
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