A.N: Based slightly on things that have happened to me the past two days when traveling... yeah...IDK nothing bad just rather silly
The speaker system crackled and a woman's voice could be heard through the crackling of the old system. Netherlands groaned and sank down further into his seat. 'God damn airplanes' he muttered under his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. There wasn't that much snow out on the runways, yet his own planes just could not land or take off. He bitterly noted that all planes going to Norway, Sweden or Denmark where more or less running on time.
He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings until a small boy ran right into his leg. Netherlands straightened up slightly and looked at the small child – the mother was already rushing over. "You alright there kid?" He asked, the boy nodded eagerly and smiled brightly before holding up in triumph what appeared to be a small plastic nose. Netherlands inspected the strange toy before he patted the child softly on the head "Run back to your mother now…" The kid just shook his head and extended his hand to the tall Dutchman again. With a slightly puzzled look, Netherland took the plastic nose from the child; the kid immediately got up from the floor and ran of, leaving him with more questions than answers. The kid soon returned with a brightly coloured plastic box and his mother in tow.
"I am so sorry sir…he's just so energetic and well…fearless" The woman looked terribly apologetic and worn out. All this waiting was driving everyone insane. Netherlands just shook his head and offered her a smile. "No worries Ma'm, no harm done" The kid had somehow climbed up on the chair next to Netherlands and was happily sifting through his box of brightly coloured plastic toys. The Dutch nation now understood what it was – Mr. Potato head… He almost had to laugh. The kid was humming to himself as he arranged the various facial features onto the brown plastic potato. "Look! It's a man!" The kid held the toy up with triumph towards Netherland. "Uhh…if it's a man…why is he wearing high heels and earrings?"
The kid looked down at his creation and sighted in a theatrical fashion
"I've lost some of the parts" Netherlands almost felt bad now for asking, but then he had an idea.
"Hey kid…maybe Mr. Potato head is dressing up as a woman?" The kid stared at him with wide eyes before grinning widely. "That's a great idea mister!" The kids' mother was busy trying to gather up the various sticker books and toys her child had thrown all over the airport lounge – Netherland was glad she hadn't heard him.
He doubted the woman would appreciate some stranger teaching her child about transvestites. The kid continued switching parts on the toy, by the end of it there was nothing very 'masculine' about the toy potato at all.
Netherland was rather happy when the lady announced the gate had opened and he could now get on his plane again. Gathering his bag and coat he quickly made his way to the check in counter, just as he walked out the automatic doors he heard the kid loudly exclaim to his mother "Look it Mommy! Mr. Potato head is a pretty woman!"
The woman seemed flabbergasted and speechless as she tried to calm her young son down – Netherlands smiled to himself. If anything that kid would perhaps grow up to be slightly more tolerant of others…
He briefly wondered if it was scenarios like this that had made Belgium insist he was not to be left with children…
A.N: read what inspired this here: http :/ ravn90 .livejournal. com/ 5484. html