Lars groaned, he could not stand these world meetings. After hours of listening to France and England fight; America shout about superheroes; and glaring at Spain, daring the bastard to look at Belgium; he raised his hand to signal he wanted to speak.
"It's been hours. Let's take a break."
Germany, this meeting's host, nodded. "Ja, that would be best. Meet back here at 12."
As everyone was filing out the too small doorway, Belgium turned to her brother suspiciously, not trusting his want for a break. "You're not going to get high again are you?"
He barely smiled in response; he loved his dear sister as much as his weed. "Of course not." Walking down the hall, he pulled his lighter out of his pocket, tossing it in the air and catching it. Right before he turned into the men's bathroom, he winked at Belgium, waving the lighter teasingly.
"Lars!"
At exactly 12:20, Netherlands slid back into his seat next Belgium at the meeting, a sweet smell wafting off him. Content, he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms, watching everyone continue bickering. After a moment he leaned forward to whisper in Belgium's ear.
"Happy 420 Day."
I just had to write a little thing for one of my fav characters today. Sorry it's so short!
-Koumori