Netherlands sat at the dining room table, quietly taping his fingers on the table to the tune of his lovers hum as Australia bounced around the kitchen humming waltzing Matilda.
It was a mundane, typical kind of morning. The sun was attempting to blare through the closed blinds, the sound of bikes and cars could be heard from the street.
As a plate landed in front of him with a soft thump he gave a small smile. Waffles. He knew Australia had made them because they were one of Netherlands favorite foods. He also knew that he would never eat Waffles better than the ones his sister made. But Australia was, despite be raised by England, or perhaps because of it, quite a decent cook, and so he continued to hold a small smile, just barely noticeable, as he ate his breakfast.
When he was done he cleared his place quickly and walked back over to give Australia a peck on the forehead.
As he walked away he wondered what he should make for lunch. He would make Australia's favorite, of course he would. Just like the other had done for him.
AN: Hey guys guess what I'm not dead! So I wrote this really quickly for a friend and I thought I would post it. Sorry it's so short, but I hope you guys like it~
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