Where did you get back from?
Iceland.
Oh. I spent once some time in Amsterdam.
Ezra was having a rough week. First he had learned that his too-young-for-him (but still totally smoking) girlfriend was placed in the class he was teaching. Then she informed him that the school had rejected her transfer form. Worst of all, just three minutes ago he had stepped on a LEGO brick that he was certain wasn't there a minute ago. (In fact, come to think of it, he didn't even own any LEGO.)
Murmuring angrily to himself, he limped over to his computer and opened up a Word document, before closing it and opening a new browser window. No use working on his book if his anger and misery was going to cloud his writing. He needed something light to take his mind off of the hellhole his life had become. " ," he typed, almost impulsively, into the Chrome address bar and smiled. Recently, when he needed to calm himself down, he had taken a liking to going to a random page on the online encyclopedia and seeing where it took him. This time the first page was Amsterdam.
He chuckled a bit to himself and shook his had slowly. He remembered how drunk he had gotten with his friends on that trip. Those were the days. Iceland really was a great country. He started reminiscing for a while, before the pain in his foot shot up again and he was snapped back to Earth. He turned to the computer screen, grimacing.
"Amsterdam," the article read, "is the capital city [Ooh, that was a link. Wikipedia has an article on capital cities? I'll look at that later] of and most populous within the Kingdom of the Netherlands. Its status as the Dutch capital is mandated by the Constitution of…"
Wait a minute. The NETHERLANDS?
A/N: This is my first non-oneshot fanfiction, my second on this site, my third overall, and the only one that doesn't involve shipping. I'm curious to see where this will take me (although I already have the general idea of the story mapped out).