Love is an art ch.1

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Romania: Demitri Popescu, Bulgaria: Nikola Georgiev Asenov

Love is an art

Chapter One: Demitri Popescu
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Nikola Georgiev Asenov is a junior in college. He has switched majors a few times in the last four semesters; starting with a biology major, then veterinary sciences, then psychology, and now he is on funeral. It's strange to him, just how fleeting his interest is in things, but it's just a matter of circumstances really. Biology had too many parts of the body to memorize and was too study-centralized, veterinary sciences was out as soon as he had a small beagle have a seizure when he was searching for the lymph nodes, then psychology was thrown out the window as soon as he realized he would have to sit still for hours and listen to people whine about their lives.

The funeral major was interesting though. It combined sciences, psychology, and other things that so far are keeping his attention. Not to mention being an undertaker would be kind of fun, if not just for the title. He's normally not so indecisive, once his mind is made up there's no changing it. College is different though, what he chooses is something that will follow him through his life. It is something that will get him jobs. Nonetheless, for now he is in funeral classes. Thanks to the change however, he is looking at probably three more years in college at least, which annoys him. He'll be around twenty-three upon graduation, and that's just if he sticks with the funeral major.

It's overwhelming to Nikola, even more so with the fact that he moved from his home country Bulgaria to go to a British college. However, when one is accepted into a nice British school, you don't ignore it. Ever. Even if it requires changing your major every semester.

Today is a big day for Nikola. Not only because it's the start of his hopefully long lasting funeral major, but because he will be starting as a tutor to someone. The subject is science, something he was and will always be good at. The freshman is taking biology and needs a one-on-one tutor, which is fine with Nikola. It doesn't bother him if a person doesn't get something, as long as they are willing to learn.

Entering the café near campus that he and this other boy, Demitri Popescu, have agreed on, Nikola sits at his normal table in the back. The café isn't exactly well known, which Nikola enjoys since it means it's quiet. The overall vacancy will also help with tutoring, as there is nothing to distract this Demitri boy from his studies.

"Ah! You must be Nikola!" An unfamiliar voice calls from beside Nikola, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh…um…y-yeah…and you're Demitri I take it?" Nikola asks, looking at the younger guy curiously, unable to ignore his handsome face. Or the strange fang and weird hat.

"That's right!" Demitri says, sitting down across from Nikola and taking out his book. "I just came to this college this semester from one in Romania, where I'm from. It's so different from home!" He smiles at Nikola, who nods blankly. Call it mean, but Nikola doesn't really give a damn about a person's back story, which may or may not attribute to the small amount of friends he has. Granted, Demitri has a handsome face, but that doesn't mean Nikola will be tripping all over himself trying to make the guy happy. It's just a face after all. Even if it is one he can't stop staring at.

"I see…are you having problems with the language?" Nikola asks, moving the textbook to be between them so he can see it better.

"Not at all, I'm pretty good at English." Demitri says, obviously proud of the fact.

"Good, because you will be needing to remember all of these words in English." Nikola pulls out a notebook and flips it open to a blank page. "So what are you not getting?"

"Well…heh…all of it. You see, I'm an art major so I don't exactly care about science." Demitri says and Nikola looks at him with thinly veiled agitation. He hates people like that, ones who choose a major that has absolutely no guarantee for success or useful skills when they graduate and refuse to have a backup. Most likely this kid will not make it as an artist and will end up having to work at some store as a salesperson, or with that face he could technically just marry rich. Nikola himself might not be able to make up his mind, but at least all of his choices are stable ones.

"Art, huh…? What do you plan on using it for?" The Bulgarian asks, deciding to give Demitri the benefit of the doubt and hope he is planning to become a teacher or something realistic.

"I'm gonna be an artist of course! I will make masterpieces and sell them, becoming a millionaire easily!" Demitri says happily and Nikola shoots him an unmistakable angry look.

"Are you stupid?" He asks without thinking.

"…Huh?" Demitri mumbles, his smile going from happy to confused. "Why is that stupid?"

"Do you have a backup plan?"

"I don't need one."

Nikola groans. "So you are stupid."

"It's not stupid to go after your dreams!" Demitri yells and Nikola quickly returns it.

"It's stupid not to have a backup plan!"

"And what are you going for?" The Romanian asks, looking at Nikola with contempt.

Nikola matches the look. "I'm in funeral studies. A steady job seeing as how everyone dies."

"And perfect for you seeing as how you have no social skills." Demitri huffs and Nikola glares.

"That may be true, but at least I'm smart enough to have realistic goals." Nikola says before flipping the pages of the textbook until it's on the current chapter. "Alright, listen up."

Demitri stares at Nikola as the boy begins explaining things, his eyes venturing over the older boy while he speaks. Granted, Nikola is a bit rude, but he's ridiculously cute and actually hasn't talked crap about his looks despite the fact he's been staring at Demitri the entire time. Maybe it wasn't in disgust for once. For once, maybe someone is seeing him as attractive and not in a weird vampire way.

"And you'll see that…" Nikola stops his explanations to look at Demitri annoyed. "You're not paying attention." He says and Demitri blinks. "Come on! I brought you here so you wouldn't get distracted! What could possibly be on your mind?"

Demitri looks at him for a moment before answering. "You." He says simply, the one word bringing a deep blush to Nikola's cheeks.

"H-huh? What about me?" Nikola asks and Demitri frowns.

"I'm wondering why I don't scare you."

"Wh…why would you scare me?"

Demitri shrugs. "I scare everyone because of my looks and country. The only people who like me are vampire fans." He says sadly and Nikola shrugs.

"I assure you I'm not a vampire fan." Nikola looks at him. "Especially if you sparkle."

Demitri laughs and leans forward, his face inches from Nikola's. "Do you see sparkles?" He asks and Nikola blushes, backing away.

"N-no but that's for in the sun…which you won't be seeing until you get some questions done." Nikola says and Demitri pouts.

"So you're a slave driver…? I should have known."

"You won't know slave driver until the week before finals." The older boy says, flipping through the textbook.

"Hey…Nikola…how old are you?" Demitri asks and Nikola looks at him unamused.

"I'm twenty." Nikola says simply and Demitri stares in shock.

"No way! You're so much smaller than me I figured you were still eighteen." Demitri says, making Nikola roll his eyes.

"I'm not THAT much shorter than you. How old are you anyways?" Nikola asks and Demitri laughs a little.

"I'm seventeen!" He answers and Nikola stares at him in shock.

"Y-you're seventeen? That is WAY more shocking than me being twenty!" Nikola exclaims and Demitri laughs again.

"I'm actually pretty smart, Nikola. Then of course there is the fact my birthday is in December which put me with older kids." Demitri explains as Nikola continues to gawk.

"Th-that doesn't explain how old you are. You don't look only seventeen. You look older than me!" Nikola says and Demitri smirks.

"Like that's hard." He teases and Nikola rolls his eyes.

"Don't get so high and mighty because you are a little taller than me, kid."

Demitri shrugs. "Whatever you say, boss."

"Whatever I say, huh?" Nikola asks before holding the notebook up to Demitri's face. "Then I say get to work."

"Will I get anything in return?" Demitri asks and Nikola nods.

"Do your work and I'll make you a homemade dinner at my apartment. You haven't had that in a while, have you?" Nikola teases, not really planning to go through with it and Demitri lights up.

"You have a deal! I can draw you something, too!" Demitri says happily and Nikola looks away unamused. Now he's got no choice. Damn.

"I'll pass." He answers blankly and Demitri frowns.

"Rude."
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A/N: I'm making Bulgaria suffer my difficulty with majors, except I stopped at the Psych and only dabbled in Funeral. XD For the record, the beagle that I was working on who had a seizure came out fine and now is owned by one of the vet techs who know how to take care of it.*Cough* Anyways...probably going to just be a quick story. If I keep it. I just want to get a feel for these two so I can make a longer story with them. Why is it revolved around college? Because I'm going back Monday ;w; Please tell me anythings you think I should add or take away from their personalities.