Romania x Reader – Best of the Best
You were currently limping around your bedroom in your pajamas (which consisted of only an old oversize t-shirt that had been your father’s), trying to clear the bed off so you could lie down. It seemed like the whole apartment was on your bed! Every step was placed with care, as one misplaced foot would end in catastrophe.
It was only about 6:30 in the evening, but you had already showered and were trying to get into bed. There was a good reason, too. Someone knocked on the door before you could go through the events of the day. You sighed and limped towards it after pulling on a pair of old gym shorts. The knocking became more persistent.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you said. “Let the cripple take her time, will you?”
You opened the door to reveal Vlad, your closest friend. Even though he was your closest friend – you weren’t much of a social butterfly – the strawberry blond still wasn’t very close. Originally, neither of you had liked the other, but one rainy day back in high school you saw him getting mugged in an alley. He wasn’t a friend, but you couldn’t leave him there. You had hit the guy mugging him with a flying kick and sent him home crying – literally! The guy had run away crying! How pathetic.
After that, you learned that Vlad had been trying to call home at the pay phone – using the last of his change – but he hadn’t reached anyone. That was when he had been dragged into the alley. You knew the rest. Having heard that made you feel bad for him. He hadn’t even had an umbrella to stay dry.
You had taken him to your apartment and let him warm up in the shower while you made him some hot cocoa. Vlad spent the night there, and after dragging you into bed with him – “You’re going to be my source of heat,” he had said – the two of you had slowly begun to warm up to each other.
“Hey, (f/n). Can I ask why you’re limping, or do I not want to know?” he asked, stepping inside. Vlad’s red eyes were fixed on your long (s/c) legs. You flopped onto the couch and carefully put your injured leg onto an ottoman.
“Kind of a long story,” you said.
“I have time.”
“Well, I tripped at work this morning and did something weird with my leg. Thank God I wasn’t carrying any plates or drinks… Anyways, I ended up getting tangled up in Hana’s leash when I came across Tino and Berwald walking her on my usual jog through the park after work, and you know that with my luck of course I’d fall on that same leg. I didn’t want to miss martial arts practice with Kiku, though, so I kept going. It was fine until he said we needed to work on some acrobatics stuff with Mei so we could move and dodge more fluidly. Of course, that just made it worse. And then on the way home Alfred tripped me because he thought I would make a good distraction for Arthur, who was chasing him for whatever reason. And that’s how I ended up like this,” you explained.
“Wow. Someone had a busy day,” Vlad said.
“You think? Ugh, I just wish it didn’t hurt so much,” you said.
You tried to move the leg so it was more comfortable. All that did was twist it more. Tears sprang to your eyes as your hand flew to your injured ankle. You turned to try hiding the tears from Vlad, but it didn’t work. He caught your face and turned it towards him, wiping away the stray tears with the pad of his thumb. His head was tilted to the side a little.
“You must have really hurt yourself if that made you cry,” he said quietly.
You jerked your face out of his hand and wiped away the tears in frustrated swipes. Your arms were then folded over your chest, and you looked away. “So what if I did?”
“If you leave it, it might not heal correctly.” Vlad stood up and grabbed a handmade rice bag off the nearby table. “Why aren’t you using this? Or an ice pack?”
You huffed and set your lips in a pout. You were stubborn as a mule when you wanted to be. Vlad sighed and walked to the microwave. He stuck the bag in to warm it up before walking back to you. His hands skimmed over your leg, careful of pressure and placing.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked. One of his hands was hovering above your knee, and the other was barely touching your shin. You moved one of his hands to your thigh, just off to the outside, and the other to your ankle. Vlad nodded and got to work.
He pressed lightly on your leg. The knot in the muscles screamed in protest. It was hard not to scream yourself. A grunt escaped your throat. You heard a sound from Vlad. Next he put one hand around your ankle. The other was gently holding your foot near the toes. He carefully rolled your foot. This caused you to cry out in pain. The microwave beeped.
Vlad got up to retrieve the rice bag with an apology. When he returned he laid it over your ankle. “Why are you doing this? And since when do you know so much about first aid?” you asked.
“I just do. And as for why, I still owe you for back in high school. Remember?” Vlad asked.
“Of course I remember. You dragged me into my own bed and used me as a human teddy bear!” you said.
You got up and began to hobble towards him, carrying the rice bag. “I said I was sorry about that. If you really insist on walking, let me help you. You’ll only make it worse,” Vlad replied.
“What’s made you so noble, Vlad? Usually you’re much more of a joker and a show off,” you said. You allowed Vlad to put your arm around his shoulder and take you to your bed.
“You’re hurt,” Vlad said, as if it were the most obvious thing on Earth.
Vlad eased you into your sheets. Pillows, blankets, and random stuffed animals were moved to the foot of the bed so he could sit. Your favorite stuffed animal, the little bat you always slept with, was in your lap. Vlad smoothed some stray hairs behind your ear.
“Feeling any better?” he asked. You shrugged. It didn’t feel much different. “I think you might have sprained your ankle. I’m pretty sure you knew you pulled your muscle, though.”
“Yeah, I did. Vlad, I’m really tired. I think I’m going to go to sleep… You can stay if you want…” You yawned and moved over on the bed. “I’d really like it if you did…”
“Sure. I can take you to a doctor tomorrow.” You barely saw Vlad’s one-fanged, lopsided smile before you fell asleep.
When (f/n) fell asleep, her expression cleared of the pain. She looked so sweet in her sleep. Much calmer, and definitely less fierce. But, her fierceness was part of what had caused Vlad to fall in love with her.
Vlad had fallen in love with (f/n) back in middle school, when he had moved to her town from Romania. (f/n) was a bit of a fiery one, though, and their personalities had clashed. All Vlad wanted was to get to know her, but after the first problem, Vlad’s joking came off as mean teasing. He hadn’t meant for it to sound like that.
To be completely honest, Vlad was jealous. (f/n) was talented in so many ways. She was smart, good with her martial arts, an amazing artist and writer, pretty… Vlad was smart, too, but not nearly as smart as her. Everything she did was so much better than what he did.
Eventually Vlad just became cold. If she tried to be kind, cruel words were all that he could find. In the end she grew disgusted with him. Every second he had to look at him, a sneer painted her face. The expression didn’t suit her. The dreamy looks while she drew or wrote were better, as were the small smiles she graced her friends with. It broke his heart to see those grimaces and sneers.
After that episode in the alley, he began to learn how to open up again. Vlad ended up becoming friends with (f/n), but he still wanted more. He wanted to be the one she always turned to, the one she knew she could always trust without a doubt. He wanted to be the one she loved.
(f/n) muttered something in her sleep. Vlad heard his name and leaned closer. “Vlad… Stupid idiot… Haven’t you… How I feel… You…?” She rolled over and grasped at his hand with her free one. Her eyebrows knit together for a moment, but her expression soon softened. It was probably her sore leg.
Vlad smiled. Maybe he did have some hope. He placed a light peck on (f/n)’s forehead, earning more mutters, and lay down next to her. She didn’t release his hand at all, only pulled it closer to her chest.
“Good night, my love,” he whispered. “You have always been the best in my eyes. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself all the time. Let me know if you need some time to relax, okay?”
Vlad smiled and fell asleep, tightening his grip on your hand. This time, he wouldn’t have to worry about apologizing about it.