The cold wing breezed through the door of the Dutch man's home. His German neighbor stood outside his home.
"So… What do you need?"
"I need a place to stay, if you don't mind. My house is flooded and Prussia insisted that he will take care of it himself. Spain and Romano are staying at Italy's house. And their far too messy for me."
"As long as you don't use the kitchen you can stay."
Upon entering the house, Germany immediately noticed that Netherland's home was immaculately clean, maybe even to an unhealthy degree.
"Germany! Germany! I made you pasta!"
Germany and Netherlands walked into the kitchen, but when Italy saw Netherlands face, he ran away while screaming in terror. Leaving a terrible mess behind. Netherlands had a face of horror and anger as he looked at his beloved, sparkly kitchen.
"I am so sorry for this mess caused by him. Allow me to clean this."
Netherlands turned around and looked at Germany's face. Now Netherlands never looked at Germany for real. Germany was tall, but everyone knew that. He had beautiful, clear skin. His body was fit and his eyes were the color of clear ice.
"Netherlands? Netherlands?"
Germany was able to convince Netherlands to lie down on the couch while he cleaned the kitchen. When Germany finished cleaning up, he noticed that Netherlands was falling asleep. So Germany decided to sing him a lullaby:
La-le-lu
nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu
wenn die kleinen Babies schlafen
drum schlaf' auch du
La-le-lu
vor dem Bettchen steh'n zwei Schuh'
die sind genauso müde
geh'n jetzt zur Ruh'
dann kommt auch der Sandmann
leis' tritt er ins Haus
sucht aus seinen Träumen
dir den schönsten aus
La-le-lu
nur der Mann im Mond schaut zu
wenn die kleinen Babies schlafen
drum schlaf' auch du.