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Dec 3, 2012 23:11:26 GMT -5 |
Post by COSMINA "TRANSYLVANIA" BASARAB on Dec 3, 2012 23:11:26 GMT -5
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The war was over, but she was still shaken. After being taken back and forth, and then working under Hungary for a long time, it was no surprise how mildly nervous she is to return back to her own soil, to be finally reunited with Romania- her master- though she is nervous about the people working under him, namely his capital. She saw him on few occasions when she was still back at Elizabeta's, and though he may have the looks one could die for, she was partially scared of him. He seems strong and loyal and very reliable and she was nothing like him. Big comparison. It was one of her woes, that if Romania's expectations to her is not met he would have to throw her back in the streets or, worse, to her. She may over-exaggerate things about Hungary, true, but to a female who have been passed on and taken against her will ever since once upon a time, it was not a surprise.
Upon arriving at the doorsteps of Romania, he claimed that she should wait till someone fetches her and that she can take a rest today and start working tomorrow, but Transylvania seems a bit eager to work right now just so she won't be kicked out (of course, she was thinking WAY too much considering how she is used to work past her limits). The green-haired female took a deep breath, trying to relax as she looked around the interior of her new home. It was large, she can easily get lost, but it was as if she feels right at home. Cosmina likes big and somewhat artistic spaces, maybe the ones that looks like a big gloomy of course, but with a touch of outdoor light she's sure the place would brighten up.
"I wonder who I will meet to work on," Cosmina pondered to herself, feeling mildly stupid to stand in the middle of the hall as she fixed her dress. "I hope Master Romania won't think of me as a burden.... I think I'll like it here." She said, a hopeful smile appearing on her face. Maybe this is going to be one of the great things she'll have in the eternity she have lived as a state.
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Date: 1947, after WWII
Location: Romania
Music: ???
Notes: This is when Romania finally claimed Transylvania back as its territory
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Dec 9, 2012 18:38:29 GMT -5 |
Post by Andrei "Bucharest" Constantine on Dec 9, 2012 18:38:29 GMT -5
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The great war was finally over, King Carol had declared neutrality for Romania at it's start, and that hadn't gone too well, but no one could have expected the magnitude of what was about to occur. Admittedly Andrei wasn't the nicest type of guy, in fact if you weren't Romanian chances were Drei simply didn't care about you, and wouldn't offer a second thought. He had gone through so much for his country and their people, he didn't have much room left in his heart for very many others. But even with his decidedly small emotional range, he thought Germany had come completely unhinged, even finding himself mildly frightened of the blonde nation.
Honestly, Drei didn't approve when they joined into the Axis, but they need to regain their territory and nuterality was just making them a laughing stock. Master Romania wasn't as harsh as Switzerland, and while no one would intrude on him, no one had a second thought about walking all over Romanian land. It hadn't worked out well for them, especially when the blasted Red Army walked into Bucharest and made themselves home, and they couldn't do a thing about it, already weak from bombardment by the Allies. The coup d'état King Michael led turned out to be a blessing, putting them on the side with the Allies, which caused the Soviets to loosen the stranglehold they had around Romanian necks.
But even switching sides, even helping the Allies, they still divided up Romanian land and gave it away, Drei wanted nothing more then to punch Bulgaria in the face and stab Ivan as many times as he possibly could before his arm finally got tired. At the very least though, and this, this was at least a salve on the burn, the fact that they had gained territory from that savage Hungary. Oh he could imagine the look on her face when she was told that she would be loosing land to Romania, it caused him to smile for the first time since the war had started as a matter in fact, it must have been lovely.
Granted, as far as he was concerned Transylvania was land that belonged to Romania for long before this time, Romanians being the majority of the population. Either way, he was going to enjoy this. Master Romania had gone to survey damage left by the war, pressing matters that couldn't be pushed back, so Drei was left in charge, waiting for Transylvania herself to come, as she was offered room under the house of Romania, being an official territory now. There were still bandages around his neck, a large one on his cheek and more hidden behind his clothing, but Drei dressed in the best that had been left to him after the war, slipping the pristine white gloves on and smoothing back his hair.
The man always had a way of smoothing over how haggard his appearance really was, one of the other servants alerted him to the presence he had been waiting for at the door, she was on time, good. Striding to the large and ornately carved doors Andrei opened them wide and looked down at the small green haired woman, "Cosmina! Bună ziua, I am Bucharest, Andrei if you will," An almost wolfish smile appeared on his face, one that showed the fangs in his mouth, "Welcome home," It really was a greeting, a happy one at that, but Andrei had a way of taking simple things and making them sound a bit darker then they should have, maybe it was the fangs, perhaps the bright crimson eyes and looming figure, but he was a rather imposing man.
"Please come in, I'll show you to your room," Taking a hold of one of her bags he motioned for her to follow, a brisk pace as he walked down the darkened halls, twisting and winding and almost maze-like as there were just so many. Even after the war though, the mansion was pristine, if not gloomy, pictures of various leaders on the walls, art and sculptures, most picked out by Drei himself here and there. He had done all he could to erase any trace that the Soviet Army had ever been there. Opening the door to a spacious if not slightly empty room, he put her bags down, "Your room, put your things away and when your done I'll give you the tour," He slid out of the room to give her a moment, oh how he wished he could see that savage woman's face right now.
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Date: After WWII
Location: Romania's house
Music: If I was your vampire - Marylin Manson
Notes: He's a creepy fellow. Doesnt mean to be though xD
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Dec 27, 2012 7:19:46 GMT -5 |
Post by COSMINA "TRANSYLVANIA" BASARAB on Dec 27, 2012 7:19:46 GMT -5
She was told to wait, while he attended with other stuff needed for his people, and Cosmina willingly waited with a nod. Her brain already imprinted that she could not- would never- dare to disobey anyone higher than her thanks to being passed on and taken over many times, and it only made her shake her boots just thinking about it. Hungary wasn't too happy about Romania reclaiming Transylvania, she was loosing assets from the green-haired state, so it was obvious that the female is still shaken and scared of trusting anyone beyond the master-servant approach, preferring to please them as to soften the blow. It it works within the century hence why she is still standing, then surely it'll work the same now. Earning the trust within the household, however, was a different story. Surprised when she was finally entertained by the same man that seem to be with Romania almost all the time, she assumed he must be the capital, Bucharest. "S-Salut." Transylvania said with a deep bow, a customary thing she usually do those she is serving under that are higher in terms of ranking than the female state. "I... I am Transylvania, it is a pleasure to meet you!" It was, as if, she was still mildly scared to new people but the female have to admit, he do look hot up close (probably one reason why she was flushing like mad just about now). Immediately, the female stood straight and gave some chills at the way he said it, having a feeling she'll be pushed through mountains of housework as soon as she have rested enough. Well, she can't just stay negative about this; she have to be grateful and this is the best she could do to be thankful. Yep, this is nothing! "Mulțumesc!" The green-haired maid-like state said with a shaky smile, half grateful and half nervous. Nobody blames her for that. "O-oh, yes. Of course." And, with that, the female picked up her stuff and dragged it inside as she followed the butler-like capital to the tour. The place is what she wanted, as much as the female was exposed to a lot of changes, it was home and it managed to calm her down. Her mind wanders a lot, she have to admit, that she nearly bumped into the corner once... er... a few times, and nearly lost her guide leading to her room. She wasn't like that usually since she have to be alert, but this place makes her feel more at home, it was mildly funny to Cosmina to think about it. Cosmina looked at the pictures, observing and familiarizing with some while recalling how she used to talk to the others while reassuring them that she'll be fine. It was all she can do to make sure her people would still stand strong, that she have to take in the fall and become the servant. Typical. But there are also some artworks and sculptures here, and she appreciate their beauty, quite complex but also enthralling like most of the castles peppered around her land. "O-oh, we're here?"Transylvania nearly bumped to Andrei but managed to stop to her tracks as she peered at her new room and placed the other luggage of hers that she was holding to the room. Big, spacious, definitely she'll be fine on her own in it. "Wait, you mean it's still not the to-" Cosmina stopped herself before finishing her statement, clearing her throat as she corrected herself before she fear for the worse. "I mean... Da, of course!" Being compliant was the first thing that she would do and that pretty much saved her hide a lot of times as she immediately scurried herself inside the room to fix most of her things that can be fixed now and do the rest later. Removing her overcoat and fur hat, the female was thankful of the dresser having a mirror as she immediately fixed her ribbons that she oh-so value a lot, adjusted the ones on her wrist, and made a small twirl to check herself if she looks good to go. For a maid, the female do harbor her looks, but she wasn't a slacker as most think her to be... if she stop wandering her mind every once in a while, of course. Coming out from her room, the female state gave a small cough to call the raven-haired male's attention, blinking as she clasped her hands to her back. "I'm ready!" She said, smile still shaky but she was less scared now. She can't wait to look around the place that seem to give her the 'old home' feel for her. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: 1947, after WWII Location: Romania Music: ??? Notes: Transylvania is like Romania; she also believes in magic and superstition and she seem to be able to cast a few ones on her own.... but she's not a vampire or melts on the sun. XD [/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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