A collection of silly drabbles for the @hetaliawritersdiscord latest drabble night that somehow fit together! (I promise I have,, actual fics lined up)
featuring: -Belarus/Estonia -Bulgaria/Hungary ft Romania -Australia/Seychelles -Norway/Romania
Belarus/Estonia nightfall
âI told you we were going the wrong way,â Nadzeya tells him.
âYes, wellââ Eduard pushes his glasses up. Glances at her. Sheâs got her feet up on the dashboard of his car, her seat tilted back, and is cleaning her nails with a small knife that she must have been hiding somewhere on herself. This despite the fact that her dress is skin-tight and she isnât wearing any shoes. Eduard is kind of impressed and, as always, weirdly turned on.
They are definitely going the wrong way, he has to admit. But he also has to admit that, even if theyâre going to miss half of the wedding theyâre supposed to be going to, he doesnât actually mind so much. Itâs not like he knows Nadzeyaâs distant cousin that well, anyway.
âKeep going,â she says, smirking in that mischievous way he loves, so he does, and drives until nightfall.
 Bulgaria/Hungary ft Romania candlelight
Erzsébet looks about ready to beat someone up.
And by someone, Stefan means Dragos. Heâs kind of inclined to agree this time. The man may be his best friend, and he and ErzsĂ©bet may have reached some sort of truce in the past few months, but that doesnât mean he canâ
âItâs not fucking funny, Rotaru!â ErzsĂ©bet yells.
âItâs kinda funny.â Dragosâs thin lips twitch as his rust-brown gaze flicks between her and Stefan. âMrs Borisov.â
âHĂ©dervĂĄry-Borisov, thank you.â Candlelight bathes her angular face in strange shadows, and Stefan has to smile. Sure, Dragos has turned off the electricity during their wedding, but thatâs just who he is. No event would be complete without his weird pranks.
âListen,â he says, and they both turn to him, his wife and his best friend. âDragos, go find someone who can sing. Weâll do the first dance by candlelight.â
 Australia/Seychelles desert
âNo, no, itâs definitely that way,â David says, pointing down the dusky road. The woman also trying to help the (pretty unconcerned) couple find their way to a wedding shakes her head, brushing dark curls against his biceps.
âYouâre sending them straight into the desert!â
âAm not!â he says, but by then the man driving the car has figured out heâs got reception here and looked up the right route on his phone.
They watch the car drive in the direction the woman had pointed out, David feeling rather sullen.
âTold you,â she says, looking up at him and winking, before turning and walking away.
âHey, hold up!â David calls after her. âThereâs way more than desert in that direction, youâre missing out.â
She turns, laughs beautifully. âYeah? Show me?â
Her name is Angélique, and David shows her everything.
Norway/Romania hidden
Dragos finds him hiding behind the cake in the shadows the candles cast on the room, still visible because of his pale skin and hair. The manâs eyes, though, are dark.
âHey Einar.â
âHello, Dragos.â
They look at each other across the darkness for a while, both probably remembering the last time they met at the wedding of either of their best friends. Dragos would be lying if he said the thought of it happening again hasnât crossed his mind.
âYou really turned the electricity off?â Einar asks eventually.
âYeah, ErzsĂ©bet is pissed.â He grins. âBut hey, I havenât seen her and Stef in a while.â
Einar just nods, gaze on Dragos.
âWe havenât seen each other in a while either,â Dragos continues, because heâs had a little too much champagne and feels courageous.
âSo we havenât.â Einarâs lips part. âWe should catch up.â
âWe definitely should.â
No one sees them again for the rest of the night.











