It was one of those days. One of those days where everything seemed to be against Maarten. The bills had come in the mail, Spain kept calling him, his bunny had eaten one of his favourite tulips, Germany wanted to come over to speak about the next meeting that would be held in Amsterdam and some more annoying Spain. To this point, Netherlands had been able to deal with it all. Sure, it had been hard on his patience, but he had made it so far. That was, until Germany showed up. Which in itself wasn't all that bad. Maarten didn't dislike Ludwig, but it seemed the blonde's obnoxious brother had tagged along. That was it. The Dutchman's patience had been running thinner and thinner during the day and thus he was left with barely any when the German brothers came over.
At first it hadn't been that bad, Ludwig and Maarten had talked while Gilbert had kept himself occupied with complaining about the Dutch television. But then Ludwig had to go. And the albino had decided he wanted to stay for a little longer. And being the sneaky bastard he had always been towards the Netherlands, Germany had fled, leaving the green eyed man alone with the Prussian. At first, Maarten had tried to get Gilbert out of his house by picking him up and putting him outside. It proved not to work when said albino had climbed through the open kitchen window. Netherlands had tried this method several times but every single time he did, the man would find a way back in. After an hour of this repeating cycle, Maarten decided to just give in.
And that's how he had ended up sitting on his sofa, a cold beer in his hand and a bird carrying Prussian sitting beside him. They stayed silent for a while. Gilbert had been complaining about the fact he didn't speak any 'stupid' Dutch, which led to Netherlands changing the channel to a German one instead. "You know, Niederlande, pretty cool you got this stuff man." The Prussian spoke up suddenly after at least half an hour of silence between the two. Maarten was almost startled. He cleared his throat before he quirked a brow, glancing at his unwanted guest. "What do you mean?" He muttered, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips so he could take a swig. He had to put it down quickly though when he nearly choked on the liquid. Reason being Gilbert's lips on his cheek. Maarten stared at the red-eyed country, a trace of pink dusted on his cheeks.
He growled, however, when the Prussian started laughing. He dived at the laughing man, pinning him down as he continued to growl, his eyes narrowed. Gilbert didn't stop laughing, though it got quieter. They remained in that position for a while, one of them chuckling while the other death glared him. "Ehh, Netherlands, seriously, what's your problem?" Gilbert inquired after his chuckles died down, a smirk remaining on his features that only grew at Maarten's answer. "Huh? My problem? Why, it's you!" The tall man had snapped at him, an eyetwitch showing just how annoyed he was. "Maybe you should reconsider that." Prussia said simply before he leaned up, pressing his lips to the other's.
Netherlands scowled only a little when Prussia left, not returning the wave. He was just about to turn around, get into his house and forget about it all until he heard the albino sing. Loudly. "Hey, I just kissed you, and this is crazy, but you have my number, so call me maybe~! Kesese!" The Dutchman's eye twitched before he sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he closed the door behind him. "Idioot..."