A/N: Alright everyone... I'm finally publishing a new story. Princess of Preposterous, I expect you to review this too! I'm working on two story's at one time.
This was all started by some horrible dream I had a few days ago, so it's pretty screwed up.
OK, this is a secondary story. I will trash it if it isn't popular or if it gets in the way of History is Now. That's my priority until it ends.
This is one of those stories that I will not publish in until I get two reviews per chapter. This is to make sure it's popular. ~sigh~ I guess I'm shallow.
Alright, this is Fem!Netherlands still. I couldn't bounce between two characters if I tried. Anyway, I need to say that all of the OC's from History is Now are in here. I don't think I'll kill anyone off. Maybe.
This fic is fueled by Dutch songs. I'm currently listening to De Wereld Draait Door by Heideroosjes (hope I spelled it right!) and that's where the name came from. As I was saying, it's fueled by this lovely foreign language. If anyone has any good Dutch songs they want to tell me about, tell me.
Anyway, let's get this part started!
I tugged my coat over my shoulders and sighed heavily. World meetings were horrible, especially when they were in France.
I panicked when I looked down at my watch and I saw that I'd need to get out of their fast if I wanted to get to the meeting in time. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and booted it out of my hotel room.
Soon, I was on the streets of Paris, listening to an annoying pop song that was being blasted from a teenage girls window. I rolled my eyes and hailed a cab. My French was horrible and heavily accented, so much that the driver had to ask three times if I could speak clearer.
15 minutes passed and I stepped out of the cab and lit my pipe. I looked up at the building before walking in. I hitched my bag on my shoulder and walked in.
"Netherlands!" Germany growled as I walked into the large room. "Do you have any idea how late you are?" He asked angrily. I glanced down at my watch.
"Uh," I said slowly, hearing some of the nations start to giggle. "Five minutes?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"Ja! That is inexcusable!"
"East!" I whined, copying his brother. "It's five minutes." I said and he glared. I rolled my eyes and started hissing curses under my breath, including and not limited to Dutch, Japanese, Danish, and Greek.
I plopped own in my average seat between Cyprus and Denmark. I listened groggily to Germany, slowly taking notes on things that didn't matter.
I started doodling aimlessly, with Nijntje, Cheburashka, and Moomintroll all ending up on the yellow paper.
Denmark looked down at the cartoon characters and smiled. He reached over and his pan landed on the page.
"What are you doing?" He wrote and looked back at his own "notes". It had random drawings of cartoon characters all over it.
"I'm drawing" I wrote out, watching him read it.
"I'm guessing you're just as bored as I." His handwriting was far better than mine. He was always into painting, and I never acquired the talent. I sucked at everything but singing. Singing and Football. "Let's make some bets." He smiled at me, mischivious as ever.
"Alright." I smirked as I wrote. "15 Euros that When Germany sits down, Italy will have his hand on Germany's lap."
"15 that in the next ten minutes France will start violating England."
We continued on that string for about 15 minutes, until I payed him about 75 Euros and he'd payed me 120. I smirked at his pouting face and sat back in my chair.
Germany had gotten back down again and we were called into a 5 minute recess.
"Hey, Netherlands." I looked over at Cyprus, who's cheeks were flushed and she was giggling. She was drunk out of her skull. "Can you help me to go ask out Romano?" She asked and fell backwards out of the chair.
"No." I said and picked her up. "What have I told you about coming to meetings drunk?" I asked, being a downer.
"You told me it's bad." She mumbled.
My attention was caught by loud shouting from the other side of the table, and down about 10 meters. England was standing on the table, with a black cloak around his shoulders and a glowing green book in his hand.
He shouted something inaudible and a small cloud of darkness started spreading from his hand. I watched in horror as the black cloud encompassed his arm and started eating North Ireland's hair. I stepped back a little as the black fog sped up as it swallowed up nations. I stopped panicking when it reached me, for some reason.
I lost feeling in my left hand and arm as it flew up it. I watched my body turn to black and waited in the darkness.
Nothing around me stirred, but I could tell I was moving, fast.
Before long, I started to see a small dark red light. I raised my eyebrows at it until I crashed into it with a loud crunch, until I realized I was lying on the ground and I was staring up at multiple women, all suspiciously similar looking to the nations I was with every day.
"Where am I?" I asked. The blonde that looked much like Germany bit her lip. "Who are you?" I asked, a little more angry.
The black haired one that looked Asian cupped her hands around the Germany-lookalike's ear. And whispered something. The Germany-lookalike furrowed her eyebrows at me.
"You're in the world meeting building, and I'm Germany." She said, her accent thick.
Wait. What?
A/N2: Fail story is fail.
Anyway, if you want to see more of this, please review. Remember 2 reviews per chapter!
