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Bulgarians are Poor.[BulgariaxReader]

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Desislav was tired. Tired was really just an understatement for the way he felt when he came slouching through the front door after a very long meeting with the head of his government, the head of Romania’s and Vladimir himself. They seemed to be much more common these days, for Desislav’s boss claimed he’s trying to build a relationship with Romania for economic figures.

The Bulgarian quickly agreed to whatever his government was doing at the moment, as long as they made his economy better, because he was terribly poor. And when this happens to a country, they turn weak, and feel helpless when they can’t provide for their own people. Though, some countries, such as America are barely even phased by it. Alfred manages to stay standing and strong through his economic droop, but Desislav couldn't do that no matter what he did.

Setting down his case onto the table by the front door, the dark haired male sighed, untied his tie and started walking towards the bedroom. Each step towards the bed, that you most likely in, probably reading (You read until he came home, for you felt uncomfortable sleeping without him), was a reminder that he really did have something that would stand by him, even if his own people won’t, for a lot of the time, Bulgarians fled from Bulgaria in hopes of a better life.

That little something happened to be you. You wouldn't back down from his side, and you told him that quite bluntly when he began saying you were going to leave him when you see what his country was really like. You never left though. He doubted that you only felt pity for him because he was so weak, because you still actively told him how much he meant to you and that you loved him more than anything else.

That would always put a smile on my face; he whispered gently inside of his head and knocked his bedroom door open. The first thing his green, tinted gently with amber, was your face, smiling brightly as he walked into the room.

“How was the meeting?” You asked, setting down the book in your hands onto the side table.
“Same old, same old,” The Bulgarian dropped his shoulders, before rolling onto the bed, not bothering to change out of his suit. Looking over at you through puppy dog eyes that held comfort and love, despite how terribly he felt physically, he smiled. “They’re finding ways to improve my economy.”

“What kind of ways, babe?” You whispered gently and let your fingers dig into his hair in a way you knew he enjoyed.

Closing his eyes, he whispered, trying to focus on the conversation and not your nimble fingers rubbing his scalp. “They suggested I and Vladimir to become of commonwealth…” He paused, “I don’t want that to happen though.”

“Why not?” Looking down at him, you burrowed your eyebrows, “If it makes you feel better, then you should at least consider it.”

“Why…” He whispered, “Toris and Feliks were once of commonwealth but got torn apart. I care too much for Vladimir to be torn apart in such a fierce manner.”

Sighing, you leaned your face down so it hovered right above his. “Honey, you need to stop thinking about other countries for right now. Think about your own, and what’s best for it. I hate seeing you not be yourself…”

He sighed and leaned up to kiss your cheek, “(_Y/n_), you know me better than anyone, and thinking about only myself is a hard thing to do…”

“I just worry about you,” He felt you roll over so you laid right on top of him, “Seeing all the things you struggle with makes me wish I could help you, but I don’t know anything about being a personified country…”

He gripped your hips lovingly, giving them a little squeeze, before saying in his cute accented voice, “You’re perfect the way you are (_Y/n_). You don’t want to be a country; we’re the most imperfect humans walking this planet.”

“My mom used to tell me that imperfect people are really the most perfect because they have flaws,” You paused, “Your economy may be a flaw, Desi,” You used his nickname, “But, that flaw makes you more loving towards your people, myself included. That should be considered more perfect than anything.”

“I don’t feel perfect though,” He complained and looked up at you through near teary eyes, “I feel like I've been letting my people down really…”

You nearly yelled, “You aren't letting your people down! If you were, why would your government even be trying to save them?!”

He looked at you through wide eyes before smiling softly, “You’re constantly trying to get me to see things differently, and that’s something I've always admired about you (_Y/n_)…Probably because I've never been like that, or have I ever met someone like that.”

The feeling of his fingers tangling into your hair over ran through your nerves as he tugged you down for a soft kiss. Sighing, you accepted his token of affection and practically melted as his other hand ran from your hip to the small of your back. Closing your eyes, you kissed him back with care, as if you were going to break him if you added to much passion. After all, he did prefer soft kisses over lustful, because he told you that soft kisses were full of true love rather than just lust.

He pulled away with a small huff as you dug your face into his chest, your fingers unbuttoning his shirt so he didn’t fall asleep with it on, and wake up with it wrinkled. “It’s funny (_Y/n_)…” He whispered in your ear, accompanied by a small chuckle that shook your body. “I may be a really poor country… but I have something that’s worth way more than money to me…”

“What?” It was muffled, due to your face in his chest, but he caught what you’d asked.
Smiling sweetly against your ear, Desislav said gently into said body part, “I have you…”
Oh hay it's been like a really long time since I posted a Hetalia story, so I said "Why not?!" I'll be posting the rest of this series soon, I promise~
But, anyway. Here is the series "Hey Baby, You're In Heaven" If you have yet to read the rest of them, and enjoy this oneshot.
The "Hey Baby, you're in Heaven Series":

Italians are Lovers: [link]

English Are Police: [link]

Germans are Engineers:
[link]

French Are Cooks: [link]

Swiss are Bankers: [link]

Americans are Heroes: [link]

Spanish are Dancers: [link]

Russians are Drinkers: [link]

Austrians are Musicians: [link]

Romanians are Vampires: [link]

Japanese are Otakus: [link]
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>w< This is so cute~