~Christmas in Sofia~ *Hubby!Bulgaria X Wife!Reader

~Весела Коледа~

*Husband!Bulgaria X Wife!Reader*

'Drabble #22 from 'All I want for Christmas' series'

~Flashback~

(Name) played with the pen in her hand,rotating it until she got to the same point,her eyes lost through the mathematical equarions written in a sloppily way with the white chalk which made students sick.
The female gave up a long time ago even bothering to take down notes,which either way she couldn't even understand.
Searching frenetical for her pencil and realizing after a short period of time she had previously used it to put her hair into a one side lower bun which kept the locks together,she sighed to herself starting to write - or rather said,to draw letters beautifully,as if they were to escape the page and those small curves created a sort of spiral which seemed to never end.
The Mathemathics teacher,mister Beilschmidt fixed his glasses with his index finger,giving his female student to hide what she was doing - but as she was in her own land,dreaming,she couldn't catch glimpse of her fuming baby blue eyed teacher,only when he took the object of her entertainment - the once blank notebook - and lifted it so that he could read what she was putting down.
"Bubu?Vho is Bubu,Miss (Last Name)?" the German asked in his thick accent,causing the whole class to burst into laugh as they recognized the Bulgarian's nickname.
Seeing Desislav's emerald green eyes turn wide,(Name)'s cheeks were painted scarlett red in embarassment,feeling that all her life as a highschooler was doomed.
She covered her face with her bangs as well as she could,feeling tears prick at the edge of her beautiful,vivid (e/c) eyes and a sob trying to escape her lips - but she didn't allowed herself.
"I'm sorry,mister Beilschmidt!I promise it won't happen again!" (Name) answered in a sober tone,her voice shaky and somewhat betraying that she was on the edge of crying.
"Could I have my notebook back,please?" she continued,pointing towards the scribbled white sheets with the blue ink - but even if there was a page which she started drawing on,even the position of the objects was quite simetrical and plesant,not disturbing as it was at other people.
"Uh, ja!Just try to pay attention,Miss (Last Name)!" the German responded in a stern voice,through quite as if someone just woke him from his sleep.
(Name) sat awkwardly on her seat,prying off her eyes from the brunette hair of the Bulgarian.
The one and only reason she couldn't focus on her classes was Desislav and she just haven't found a way yet - as she used to reassure herself - to get him out of her mind.
The outside world seemed peaceful,the tree's vivid green leafs being swayed back in forth in the wind's embrace.Some of them were broken away from the branches,letting themselves carried away by a delicate wave,which swirled them in circles before actually leaving them onto the sun kissed ground.
The female's reeverie was interrupted when something small hit her shoulder.Pointing her curious orbs towards the object,she could see that it was actually a checkered paper.
Reassuring herself she won't get in trouble twice in a single day as the German teacher was too caught into resolving a complicated equation,(Name) unfolded the paper,being welcomed by a delicate writing she immediatly recognized as Desislav's - thing which got her more into it.
Checking twice to assure herself her eyes weren't betraying her or that her mind wasn't making up scenarios didn't exist or she might regret later,a small smile crawled upon the female's features as she grabbed her pen and wrote a reply.
The folded paper landed onto the Bulgarian's desk,but not as he had sent it previously,but in a heart shaped form.
His pools sparkled in excitement as he read the two simple words the female had written in response,playing as a broken tape in his head in her soft,delicate voice which beautifully invaded his senses and took his sanity away - but in a good way : 'I do.'.
Vladimir and Suu gave eachother a wide smile,one of those which seemed to fit their attitude and in the spur of the moment,the two Romanian siblings yelled in excitement.
"Vlad and Suu,detention!" Ludwig's annoyed voice came,causing the brother and sister to palen and the Bulgarian and (Name) to laugh to themselves.
"Oh man,that sucks!" Vlad protested childishly,receiving a nod of approval and a sigh from his younger sister.
'I do!'.

~End of flashback~

'Dear (Name) and Desi *ahaha,this sounds like the name of a hipo,lol - Ro,stop writing that*

We are sending you this letter because we really really miss you both.We don't want to intrude when you are spending your first Christmas as lovey dovey *because we wouldn't like to come and see you in an inopportune moment when ...*.
Ahem.So,as I was saying.We wish you the best,but most of all for both of you to be happy and healthy bros.

With love,
Suu.<3 *and let's not forget Ro - cut it out bro - nyah* '.

(Name) laughed quietly to herself as she read for the second time the letter written in two types of writing - the sloppily and dezorganized one of Vlad and the clean one of Suu.
The Bulgarian placed his chin onto the female's shoulder,chuckling deep as he had seen himself of what the letter consisted of.
"They are as childish as ever,aren't they?" Desislav asked amused,gaining a nod in approval.
(Name) folded the red sheet,placing it in the envelope in which it came and onto the glass table,near the Christmas themed coffee mugs.
"Could you check on the instalation while I decorate the cookies?" the female questioned in a sweet voice,at which the Bulgarian smiled and 'hmm'-ed - he couldn't refuse his wife when she was acting all cute and such.
Topping the ginger cookies with (f/flavour) and chocolate,adding sprinkles above all of that she placed the sweet treats onto a porcelain plate,the aroma of the sweets still lingering as they were warm enough.
"How come they've worked at you?It must be something magic!" (Name) protested,pouting cutely as she placed the plate onto the glass table,her eyes glued onto the glimmering bulbs of the instalation.
"One bulb had a problem,so I've replaced it with another!" the Bulgarian explained,snaking his strong arms around the female's slim waist,bringing her into a warm hug.
They started waltzing in the small living room,the atmosphere quite romantic as the only light was the tree's instalation,the plethora of colours playing onto the floor and the creamy walls,some even onto the female's locks which were let down onto her shoulders.
"Обичам те,my sweet (Name)!" the brunette whispered sweetly in the female's ear,causing a shiver to go down her spine - he always said it like that,as if he was affraid world was to take her from him if he was to say it out loud.
"И аз те обичам,Desislav!" the female responded,letting herself guided through the livingroom,her steps obediently following his,which now was sort of an authomatism.
Many thought of the Bulgarian as weak and unable to fight for what he had and loved.But they were so wrong,because for what mattered the most he used everything he had.
There were both good and bad times in his life - but he got over them because (Name) was there,reaching a hand for him to take,so that he could escape the fog.
He was more than capable to defend both himself and his wife and support a family.
Now even more than ever because he took a responsability when he proposed to (Name),made his path meet hers and become one and create even a middle one for a third person to walk in between them,holding their hands - path which was more than soon to be occupied.
Desislav smiled to himself,stopping the dizzy waltz,cupping the female's frame with his calloused hands,as he closed the gap between them.
The Bulgarian's kiss was sweet and loving,a mixture of a teenager's sloppiness and an adult's already known land,a delicate caress of the young couple's soft wind bitten skin of the lips.
Nothing tasted better as a gentle kiss shared under the mistletoe,the warmth embracing both as they were lost in pure bliss.
Big cotton snowflakes fell to the ground lazily,covering the frozen floor of the world into a broded cloth,a festive and silvery glimmering one.
Nothing could be heard in the air but sometimes the lulling roaring of the wind and the silence.

'Because sometimes loving someone doesn't mean you have to look him in the eye,but looking in the same direction at the same time!'.

'Весела Коледа!~'.