#bulro

[pip0h]

Some Romania + bulro sketches so I don't lose my sanity 😭😭

Edit I painted themm

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #aph bulgaria #aph romania #bulgaria x romania #bulro

[39kqm]

this is the first time ive ever drawn bulgaria btw

#hetalia #aph romania #aph bulgaria #hws romania #hws bulgaria #robul #bulro

[moonstone-vibe]

So, some quick tricky questions because I need to know:

1) RoBul or BulRo most of the time?

2) Who would cheat?

3) Who would be a washout journalist/writer? @lactodebillus-bulgaricus @chido3000 and anyone who wanna help ;)

#robul #bulro #hws romania #hws bulgaria #important post

[athenov]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bulgaria/Romania (Hetalia) Characters: Bulgaria (Hetalia), Female Romania (Hetalia) Additional Tags: One Shot, Short & Sweet, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Implied Sexual Content, Historical References, it isnt an athenova fic without some historical references, Bittersweet Series: Part 5 of Sic transit gloria mundi Summary:

Dimitar reflects on his relationship with Antonia.

hey yall i wrote something after 27929729797297 years of being gone

#hws bulgaria #hws romania #bulro #hetalia

[hetalia-fannn]

robul

Anon, I really love this ship alot!!

Their dynamic is so sweet. The way they are drinking buddies, having the same problems in EU (once), caring for each other etc. It's always so amazing to see them. Both understand each other. Also if you've read the latest chapters you can see they are basically canon at this point pls!

So much blushing and those cute moments between them. In my opinion they are also likely to be really canon considering all those things going between them. I think Hima should give us more chaps about them again! 10/10

#hetalia #aph #aph romania #aph bulgaria #aph robul #aph bulro #robul #pls they are canon hima told me

[someone-you-do-not-know]

For the pairing ask game, how about BulRo?

I'll have to admit, I don't know either character well enough to give it a rating. I'm sorry, I'll try to be better, for you. N/A.

#moonstone-vibe #thank you for the ask! <3

[okamarinosuzoki]

What we deserve (BulRo)

also available on ao3 :)

“Oh my God.”

Boris was freaking out. He could feel his heart beating so fast it hurt, his head was spinning and his entire body was shaking. He didn't know how he managed to stand still because he had absolutely no strength left in his legs.

He really was freaking out.

“Could you please stop?”

He jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He turned and stared at his friend, his eyes widening when he took a step forward.

“It's not even something new, you've known I'm a vampire for two years.”

Well. True. But still.

“There's a difference between knowing and getting involved in... in... your activities.”

Vladimir rolled his eyes.

“It's not going to kill you.” Boris flinched at his choice of words. “It will just feel like you donated blood. I won't take much.” He swore. He could refrain from drinking for months but he was at his limit now. Usually he went out to find someone intoxicated enough so they wouldn't remember where a pain due to a weird bite or a light dizziness came from. And the excuse of a bad hangover was often enough.

But now that his best friend, no, his boyfriend, the person he cared about the most, knew, it was always awkward when he came back in the middle of the night with blood stains on his clothes and a stranger's perfumed clinging to him.

So today he had decided to ask his partner to... feed him. He kind of regretted it now though, he thought while watching him trying to breathe normally.

“Okay. I'll do it.”

“Really?”

Boris nodded, still refusing to meet his eyes. Well, that was unexpected but now that he had agreed he'd better hurry before he changed his mind. Vladimir took Boris' hand and even if it was still shaking, he didn't flinch or back down.

“I'm going to bite your forearm, okay?”

Boris nodded again. Vladimir approached him slowly, moving his arm so he could kiss it.

“Is it...” Boris began, hesitating. “Is it going to be painful? Or pleasurable, like in novels?”

“Yes.” Vladimir answered. And he sank his teeth in the Bulgarian's flesh before he could register his answer.

Boris let out a loud scream before passing out.

Not that pleasurable.

#hetalia #bulro #aph romania #aph bulgaria

[ask-aph-bulro]

Hey Bulgaria, what's it like to live with two vampires?

Bulgaria: Its awesome. You don't know how much pain I have to deal with. It great.

#aph romania #aph bulgaria #robul #bulro #anon ask #ask answered #Moldova is mostly with Russia so he's cool

[borisyogurth]

#hetalia #aph bulgaria #aph romania #aph robul #bulro

[sefafa]

Happy Bulgaria’s Birthday!

#aph bulgaria #aph romania #BulRo #myart

[aslanedits]

It’s these two guys!

Two icons (can be matching!) and two transparents!

#hetalia #aph romania #aph bulgaria #robul #bulro #balkantalia #icons #transparent

[moonstone-vibe]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bulgaria/Romania (Hetalia) Characters: Bulgaria (Hetalia), Romania (Hetalia), Serbia (Hetalia), Male Belarus (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Soviet Era, Prison guards - Freeform, BulRo, implied past SerbBul, era-specific shit and politics, not meant to be historically accurate, coworkers with benefits, Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Boss/Subordinate, Power Imbalance, Slice of Life Summary:

Milen Borisov's life as a prison guard is a constant juggle of duty, hardship, and growing feelings he totally doesn't have for a certain subordinate. Even more of that BulRo soviet prison!AU absolutely no one fucking asked for (my muse is fucking hopeless, I swear).

#I can't believe we're back with this #and more than one chap #bulro #my fic #I love this shit tho

[athenov]

Hi!!! I'm fairly new here so I'm not sure if this has been discussed but I'd love to see your take on the relationship between BulRo during Bul's empires. Do you have headcanons for it?

anon I'm SO SORRY for this being late, life's been crazy lately

I do, I do! I haven't discussed it before though. But here is a short list, trying to potentially stave off spoilers for Rose-Hearted.

Please take in consideration that I am not a historian and my headcannons should be taken as what they are: Mere headcannons, not actual commentary on medieval history and entity dynamics.

[Also bear in mind that in my verse Romania is a woman. It's my nationverse and I get to pick my women]

● In the First Bulgarian Empire, Dimitar didn't interact a lot with Antonia [Romania]. Romanians weren't mentioned a lot in the First Empire, and there's little information available on the inter-relations of Bulgarians and Romanians. I imagine that Antonia, unhappy with her situation, would draw herself away and do her own things.

•I think that Dimitar would try to approach her though! Get to know her a bit better. He'd often bring her little gifts that he made himself — flowers from his garden, woodcarvings of small animals (My headcannon is that Dimitar enjoys wood-carving) she likes. Antonia is always polite with him, but isn't exactly sure if she trusts Dimitar fully.

•As Dimitar becomes stronger and more confident in his abilities, he also becomes more confident in communicating with others and isn't as shy or timid with Antonia. He has accepted that Antonia has her doubts of him, but he'd try to befriend her regardless.

•Unintentionally, he rubs off on her and she grows more confident as time passes. She discovers her own passions and hobbies — she develops an interest in the occult, magic and folklore, which leads her into hours of research.

•Dimitar bonds with Antonia over a shared interest in folklore; he tells her stories of the Bulgars and Slavs, and she records them. Antonia, in return, tells stories of her mother, Dacia's accomplishments and adventures, as well as Roman mythology.

•In the end, during the First Empire they don't exactly interact a lot, but when they do, they're amicable. Antonia bonds with Dimitar overtime, but still keeps a fair amount of distance.

•When the First Bulgarian Empire was conquered by the Byzantine Empire and turned into a Theme (essentially a province), Dimitar, as the representative, was captured and taken to the Byzantine court. Antonia, having fallen under the Byzantine sphere of influence, stayed behind, but had to stay subservient to the Empire, as many other nations. During that time, she continued her research on folklore while also sending letters to Dimitar, detailing her daily life and expressing disdain for "that arrogant man-child with the purple cloak".

>It was also at that time where Antonia and Miroslav (Serbia) actually befriended each other, due to being at similar situations.

•Like I said, she'd send Dimitar letters. LOTS of them. She'd also include drawings she made, of various things: Mostly scenery, but also portraits. She found herself missing Dimitar.

•The Second Bulgarian Empire was marked by more interactions between Bulgarians and Romanians (known as Wallachians or Vlachs then). Indeed, the revolution against the Byzantine Empire that resulted in the creation of the SBE was started by three Romanians (Asan, Kaloyan and Peter).

•After Dimitar returned from captivity, he and Antonia grew closer. Antonia became more assertive when it involved political matters and she often advised Dimitar. The SBE soon became the dominant entity in the Balkans, defeating the Romans multiple times.

•It was then that Antonia realized she had feelings for Dimitar, but soon pushed them away in order to focus on her own life. Mainly, getting her own state and no longer relying on anyone else for her people's existence and well-being.

•The Mongol Invasions ended Cuman influence and weakened Hungary, which gave Antonia an opportunity to call for unification and the creation of an independent state. Even when she left Dimitar's side, she never stopped sending him letters offering advice and generally talking.

•Dimitar kept all her letters. Even through Ottoman times, when he tended to his garden, he'd keep the most beautiful flowers and name them after her. Yes I headcannon him as sappy, crucify me.

#historical hetalia #hws bulgaria #hws romania #hetalia #balkantalia #hetalia headcanons #also bi4bi bulro canon

[robultrash]

What do I want: RoBul cuddles

What do I get: Real life struggles

#hetalia #aph #aphhetalia #aph bulgaria #hetalia bulgaria #aph romania #hetalia romania #robul #rombul #bulro #bulrom #im struggling a lot right now tbh #not that anyone cares #even robul doesnt make me all that happy anymore #but i miss when it did

[opinions-on-hetalia-ships]

RoBul/ BulRo

Idk what to really think about this ship. I mean I already adore both characters, but they really need more screen time. But the thing is, I can't find much of this ship. From what I've seen, it's a pretty adorable pairing, but I need to see more of it to really get into this ship

#aph #axis powers hetalia #hetalia #aph romania #aph bulgaria #robul #bulro #aph ships #so the girl that i like broke up with her bf #but the reason they broke up was because her mom found out he gave her a hickey #i dont know if i should thank her mom or not #cause i cant really text or call her but at least she talks more with me instead of him

[romaniassexdungeon]

No to conformity and yes to spoilers, a RoBul romance

I was having one of those phases where my desire to write was a little… lacklustre, so I thought I’d have a go with a little one-shot to get my inspiration back also I quite fancied writing a bit of RoBul again. This really is… well and truly ridiculous.

This is based on a conversation with, and therefore dedicated to @phyripo because I know how much you looooove soulmate AUs. Some adult humour but not a lot by my standards. Everything about the humour in this is completely and utterly stupid, I can guarantee. 

It’s also four in the morning and I cannot English.

Tsvetan – Bulgaria

Alin – Romania

…

 “Man, I can’t believe Dumbledore dies!”

Like with many people’s tattoos, it had taken a while to figure out the meaning of that curious string of words.

Even his parents had no explanation for it when he asked, as a pudgy little toddler, barely three years old and wanting to know why there was an omen of death written in black ink across his wrist. They were stumped. What the hell kind of name was Dumbledore anyway?

As a child, Tsvetan Borisov had been panic-stricken over the thought of meeting his soulmate possibly at a funeral, possibly over a dead body. What if he became an undertaker or a priest? No wait, how could he become a priest if he had a soulmate? Maybe a serial killer? Or maybe he just knew a strange man with a strange name who met an untimely death. The fact that his death was being referred to in the present was an added layer of confusion and worry. His family and handful of friends tended to blame this dour tattoo for the boy’s gloomy disposition.

Tsvetan felt it was too much of a burden for his young shoulders to bear.

As he grew older, he usually either found out or worked out the meaning of people’s tattoos. His mother’s, for example, was pretty simple: hey gorgeous. His father’s, on the other hand, was the more worrying: slap my butt again and I’ll put your head through that window. Given that Mr Borisov not only carried no broken glass related injuries but was married to Mrs Borisova with a son, Tsvetan was willing to bet he’d done the smart thing and not slapped her butt again.

He did, however, have to wonder how many butts his father had slapped in his quest to find his soulmate.

Then the Harry Potter series came into the world.

Something Tsvetan would forever kick himself for was the fact that he paid no attention to the books when they first came out. He didn’t pay attention as more and more people began reading the books, even though a few friends and classmates sent strange glares in his direction on occasion. He tried it once, but couldn’t get past the first few pages. It was a dull book, as far as he was concerned, and not worth his time.

A few books later, and the whole world seemed to be reading them, even reading in English because they couldn’t wait for the Bulgarian translation, and Tsvetan was now refusing to touch them out of spite. He was annoyingly stubborn at times, especially when it came to the petty things. And yet, it just seemed to make his friends insist all the more vigorously to read the damn things. When he asked why, they remained vague, something he took to mean that the books weren’t very good and they were just reading them because everyone else was, like every other dodgy trend to come out of the 90s and early 2000s. Harry Potter would soon fall into obscurity, just like Betty Spaghetty and those annoying square robot dogs that would not shut up for a good 10 minutes or something after you pressed the button on top of their heads.

It wasn’t until he found himself watching one of the films that his friends’ words all made sense.

He didn’t mean to. It had been Christmas 2004 and, after a filling dinner, the family had just been lazing on the sofa. His dad had turned on the telly and not bothered to even flick through the channels, despite Tsvetan protesting that he was boycotting the series for absolutely no reason other than pettiness and yes, father, that was a perfectly valid reason to cut something out of your life.

But his dad could not be bothered to change the channel. He was full and just wanted to stare blankly at moving pictures, and Tsvetan didn’t have the energy or will to get up and snatch the remote.

So he finally got a dose of Harry Fucking Potter.

And it changed his life forever.

Sure, there are many people in the world who claim Harry Potter changed their lives, but for none was it so true as for Tsvetan Borislavov Borisov. The moment Dumbledore rocked onto screen with his twinkling eyes and ridiculously long beard, Tsvetan felt relief like he’d never known wash over him.

Dumbledore was a fictional wizard in a fictional book about wizards.

That explained so much, he realised as he lay there and watched little Harry Potter do his magical thing. The glares, his friends begging him to read it, that one specky nerd yelling ‘fuck you!’ on the bus when they read his wrist.

He couldn’t help himself.

He laughed.

He laughed until he was on the floor in stitches, and his parents laughed too. It was such a ridiculous way to meet a soulmate! And such a ridiculous thing to have permanently tattooed on his wrist! But, hey, at least a real man wasn’t going to die before he found true love.

But Dumbledore didn’t die during the film. The two-faced turban guy, and some old bastard named Nicholas Flamel did, but not Dumbledore. He could well have, though, Tsvetan noted. He was certainly old enough. There were five books out though, if he could recall correctly, and this Dumbledore character seemed pretty important. Okay, he was going to stick around for a few more books/films then.

Something Tsvetan realised a few days later did put a dampener on his good mood: he’d have to read the Harry Potter books himself.

If his soulmate apparently liked them enough for it to be the first topic they discuss with him, then he might as well be able to hold a proper conversation with them. And so, with a heavy heart, he bought his first copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. But hey, he’d only been half-paying attention to the film and it seemed alright.

And, once he got into the books, they were alright too. Not the best, but the world was certainly interesting and the characters not bad. And maybe he wondered what it would be like to go to an ancient castle to learn magic. No wonder all his classmates had been obsessed.

He liked the second book better, and by the third he was hooked. Tsvetan actually liked fantasy, so once he got into them found they were very easy to read. He hoped his soulmate did actually like them, and wasn’t just going to mention one spoiler at a party or something and be done with it.

His newfound interest in the series was actually why he found himself standing in line at midnight on the 16th July 2005 outside some high-end bookstore in London with hundreds of other nerds waiting to get his hands on a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. He heard murmurs from those around him, debating who was going to die, many suspecting Dumbledore but others throwing in their own suggestions. Tsvetan didn’t really care so long as it wasn’t Viktor Krum. He did try to keep his wrist hidden under a sweatband, just in case.

And then it hit him.

His soulmate, the hypothetical love of his life, his long lost other half, was about to walk out of this bookstore and spoil the end of a long-awaited book to about a thousand sweaty, tired hardcore Harry Potter fans.

And it was his, Tsvetan Borislavov Borisov’s, duty as soulmate and one true love to not only forgive this colossal asshole but presumably rescue them from being stabbed with one of the many fake wands in sight.

Why couldn’t he just spend his life slapping butts like his father?

When midnight came and the doors opened, Tsvetan waited with growing nerves as he watched every person leave with their copy.

...

Tsvetan had a fair idea it would be him who spoiled it.

Him. The weird one. The man with scraggly long hair and black painted fingernails. The idiot wearing a moulting fur coat and leather trousers. With more rings than fingers, feather earrings and a t shirt saying ‘it’s only illegal if you get caught’. He was going to do it.

Tsvetan dropped his cigarette, stubbing it out with his heel in anticipation.

He guessed right.

The One Who Did Not Conform had flicked to the end of the book, then with eyes as wide as saucers, puffed out his chest and gave a bellow.

“Man, I can’t believe Dumbledore dies!”

…

“Quick, follow me into this alleyway!”

As a child, Alin Radacanu had found his soulmate tattoo exciting. “I’m going on an adventure!” he would exclaim. His soulmate was someone magical! His soulmate would whisk him away from his mundane life to go save the world and fight evil! Or even become evil masterminds themselves!

As he got older, and puberty left him a perpetually horny mess, ‘adventure’ eventually changed to a hopeful ‘getting blown in an alley’. And then taken on an adventure like the ones in those YA novels.

He eventually realised that, in order for the first thing his soulmate to seriously say be ordering him into an alleyway, he’d probably have to be in some sort of danger, presumably on the run from something.

And with that thought in mind, Alin Radacanu then set out to cause as much trouble as possible. From that day on, he did everything in his power to constantly be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Or right time, hopefully.

It was that concept that freed him from the Confines of Conformity. The weirder the outfit, the more he’d stand out and therefore the more likely he’d be to get into trouble. It also freed him from following a lot of laws, and over the years he was arrested for everything from rioting to arson to public indecency, but none of those things lead him to his soulmate, only a weeping mother and a slim chance of ever making it into anyone’s will.

On the plus side, being a masochist certainly helped deal with the number of people who ended up punching him in the face for things he’d said or done. He hoped his soulmate wouldn’t mind that. Or his missing, broken teeth.

Maybe fixating on his soulmate tattoo was technically still making him a slave to conformity, as a lot of sad romantics tended to base their lives around what they could do to find their soulmate. Should he renounce his soulmate and the whole stupid tradition?

No. He already had a suspended sentence because of this hypothetical person. He certainly deserved an adventure after the lengths he’d gone to find them.

His stupid, self-destructive path was what lead him, on 16th July 2005, to proudly stride out of a high-end bookstore, flick to the end of the latest instalment of the beloved Harry Potter book series, and loudly exclaim “man, I can’t believe Dumbledore dies!” to a horde of furious nerds.

And this time, he was greeted with something other than pain or a police chase.

A figure pushed past the mob lurching forwards to tear him to shreds, a man with tired eyes and a resigned air about him. His one true love? His completer?

Yes, completer is a word.

“Quick, follow me into this alleyway!”

Alin was so stunned he could only let the man drag him away, this wonderful stranger that smelt of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke and wore a worn, brown leather jacket. The man who would apparently lead him towards a gritty, urban fantasy adventure, judging by the look of him.

He could dig. So long as one of them had magic powers.

And this knight in vegan-unfriendly armour did indeed lead him into an alleyway. And another. And another. Until a screaming stitch cut through Alin’s rose-tinted vision and eventually the angry shouts stopped.

The stranger stopped soon after, doubling over to hack tar out of his choked lungs as Alin leaned against the brick wall of the alley they found themselves in. What now? Was Tsvetan going to take him to a nightclub full of modern wizards? A vampire coven? Would they now go off around Europe to hunt evil spirits?

“So you – you’re,” the man huffed, “my assholemate then?”

Alin was in love.

“It seems so,” he agreed, “Alin Radacanu, a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand, which the man took.

“Tsvetan Borislavov Borisov.”

“So what now?” Alin looked around hopefully, giving a cheeky grin.

Tsvetan shrugged. “How ‘bout a dri-“

“We gonna blow each other or what?”

“I mean... I’m down for that too.”

#robul #bulro #rombul #aph romania #aph bulgaria #Hetalia Fanfiction