No truth - chapter 1More Like This
A/N – Yeah, I know nobody fucking reads BulRo, (or Ro or Bul for that matter) and even less review, but I don’t care. As the summary says, no syrupy romance will occur in this fic, although some ‘action’ might. If you don’t like guns, don’t read this. If you think all Romania can do is sparkle and all Bulgaria can do is eat yogurt all day, don’t read this. I don’t own Hetalia.
Bulgaria – Tsvetan Borisov
Romania – Alin Vasile
Dark green eyes fixed the bathroom mirror intently as the young man brought up a wet hand and wiped the blood smeared onto his cheek. It had already darkened and it formed a crust he had to scrub a bit harder to clean, but a satisfied smirk formed on his lips nevertheless. Ruffled black bangs fell on his pale forehead and he shook his head, tossing them away from his eyes, as he continued to look at his reflection for another moment.
“Tsve, we have to be going now,” a thick vo