It was a cold morning in the Netherlands, the streets were covered in a thin layer of snow. Even though it was one day before pakjesavond, everything was calm and if people walked on the street it was because they were in a hurry to buy some final presents for tomorrow. It was nothing compared to the day before Queens day were people would fight for a spot so they could sell their old stuff for money on a small blanket. Which was ridiculous if you think about it.
Lazy and still half asleep Tim rubbed his eyes while sitting up in his bed after slamming his alarm clock on mute. Tired he looked around him while thinking what he could do on this day. It was only one more day before the special day and his cheerful side didn't want to miss that. Slowly a cheesy grin appeared on his face. 5 December was like his birthday except on his birthday the sun was shining and it was way warmer than minus eleven. Tim shivered by the thought while shambling to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his hair.
When the blond was finally done he looked curious on his alarm clock, hoping he would have killed at least an hour, when the blond male noticed only eighteen minutes had passed he rubbed over his temple nervous while mumbling in a low voice. "this could be a long day" Sad he dried his hair further in the orange towel with his right hand while trying pulling up his clean boxer and pants with his left hand. It was hard to do so but after another nine minutes he was finally done. For a moment he looked out the window to the white garden. Even though it was a tiny bit of snow it made his garden look pure and calm.
Tim shivered by the thought of getting snow in his shirt while scuffling to the kitchen to make some black coffee for himself, but to his own surprise he found his large orange mug with a tiny note attached to it on the white counter. He was one hundred procent sure he cleaned his mug before going to bed yesterday, curious he grabbed the seablue note and read it slow while taking a sip of the orange mug tired not thinking someone could have poisoned it.
Buen Día Tim!, when you read this I am already gone so I hoped you slept well and that I didn't woke you up! Also here is some coffee to make you more awake, hope you love the taste! Chau. P.S. I ate all the Speculaas. Lo siento for that.
Tim swallowed the hot liquid while throwing the note away in the paper bin. He already knew who wrote this and ate his Speculaas. God dammit couldn't he just ask before eating someone else their food! Other than that the taste wasn't too strong neither too light, it was perfect. More awake by the warmth of the liquid he walked to the living room and let himself sit down on the couch while looking out his window. It was silent which meant one thing he really was gone. Satified Tim placed his lips on the mug to taste a tiny bit of coffee again and celebrate the victorious moment before it was too late. "I am back"Antonio yelled cheerful while slamming the kitchen door hard. The Dutch male spitted in shock his coffee back into his mug, burning his upperlip in the proces. Antonio just stood in the doorway while taking his coat off and hanging it up. "hmppf...where did you went to?" The blond broke the silence quickly, while petting his upperlip hoping the stinging would stop. Antonio turned around to see Tim, "why the hmff? Are you ok!? And why is your upper lip red?! Did you burn your lip again ché you should be more careful you know! Or else you will have a really thick upper lip!" Tim promised himself not to snap against the Spaniard, who kept rambling about how you should drink coffee carefully so you wouldn't burn your lips. "Nothing happened, Antonio." He mumbled while letting his index finger twirl on the mug in a slow rythem.
Deep inside his mind Tim hoped the idiot would understand him and would leave him alone so he could curse out loud but instead of what he wished for Antonio sat down next to him in a tailor sitting facing him with a slight frown. "Something is pissing you off, tell me maybe I can help you with the problem, was the coffee too hot?" The brunette looked to him with caring eyes yet they showed something devilish in them so Tim just concentrated on the garden he could see from the large window. "everything is fine like I said, Antonio." He said with a slight annoyed voice to the Spanish male who sat there, looking curious. "common. . . . say it, I do not bite!" Tim sighed loud while cursing under his breath. "Why do you want to know it that badly!" The green eyed male moved a little bit backwards while clicking his tongue once. "like I said maybe I can help you!"
"I just burned my lip, happy!?" The Dutchmen said it loud and fast while trying to drink his coffee again. "I can make it all better" The brunette said with a goofy grin. "really and how would Antonio help me then?" the blond male said sarcasticly while rubbing his nosebridge annoyed. "You still celebrate that party tomorrow, right?" Antonio chuckled by his own sentence and folded his arms while standing up, facing him from a higher angle. The Dutchmen stopped rubbing his nosebridge staring to the Spaniard confused. "If you mean Sinterklaas than ja, I do celebrate Sinterklaas." The brunette nodded slowly in approval. "It's a special day! It's part from my . . .from my culture!" The green eyed male petted the blue eyed male his hair flat. "Saint Nicolas comes from Spain, no? Do you like that" The brunette whispered it, like it was a huge secret. Tim knew what Antonio was planning to do and rolled his eyes while moving his head away from the petting, it was unbelievable that Antonio could not read the atmosphere! "No, he is from Turkey not from Spain but people changed his heritage to Spain, a long time ago. So it would make more sence that Sinterklaas arrives with a steamboat."
"eh really? Oh well I still let him decide, how to cheer you up!" Tim's eyes widend for a second. "How can he decide that in such a short time! He has more stuff to do, you know! Like bringing presents to the little children and planning his way back home!" Antonio walked to the central heating moving his head side to side furious. "Tch the Saint can use an airplane nowdays and he has enough people to help him, so he can also fullfill my wish can't he?" The Spaniard pulled his shoe out, placing it proud under the central heating with a small letter in it. Tim just glared imaginary daggers in the Spaniard his back while sipping the last bit of his coffee.
"Why are you placing a shoe under the central heating?" The Spaniard turned around while smilling wide. "You're not the only country who celebrates Saint Nicolas." The blue eyes male jumped amazed from the couch. "You celebrate Sinterklaas too!?" Antonio blinked at the hyperness in his voice. "Only when I want to?" The Dutchman his expression changed from a glare to an expression that could kill. "So you don't believe in Sinterklaas but only in his presents!" The brunette started to wave his hands nervous in the front of his own face. "E-ehh no he is real I just like his presents that's all" Tim his expression changed immediately, he somehow had mood swings when you mentioned fake and Sinterklaas in one sentence. Tim groaned loud while walking to the hall to grab the biggest boot he owned and dropped it loud next to the much smaller shoe of the Spanish male. Before Antonio could start his sentence Tim yelled. "I know what to do! You idioot! I did this for years" The blond huffed furious while sitting down at the dining table with some paper and some old fashioned pens. In the meanwhile Antonio held the orange mug. Was he frustrated? He thought after seeing how he held his pencil in a tight fist. Quietly Antonio tip toed to the kitchen to clean the mug, when he returned he saw the blond was kneeling in the front of the central heating while placing a gigantic letter in his boot with five apples from the fruit bowl that was standing on the dining table. "als je het goed wilt doen, doe het dan goed!" Tim said while nodding and turning around proud. The Spaniard cocked his head while looking in disbelieve and somewhat dumbfounded. "Please tell me that is not your wish list." Tim looked irritated, that was the list he wrote each year. The Spaniard closed his forest green eyes after seeing his expression and sighed while mumbling. "Poor Saint, his white horse and hard workers" When he heard this, the Dutchman his eyes widened while jumping up letting his white blue scarf making a little dance in the process. "Wat! What do you mean by that huh!? I have been a good, so I can get cadeaus!" The Dutchman folded his arms while glaring like a spoiled kid to Antonio. The brunette snorted while approaching him just to poke his scar childish. "You are an adult man." The blue eyed male moved his head away after slapping the Spaniard his hand away from his scar. "What does it even matter!? As long as you stay a good person you deserve cadeaus" Tim said frustrated with a low voice, Antonio amused by the facial expression, asked eager. "So what did you do?" Tim rolled his eyes and looked to outside before answering grouchy . "Being good." Antonio walked away towards the hallway. Tim took this time of the year way too serious. The brunette thought while snickering. Tim walked after him and grasped his wrist firm. "HEY! It is rude to walk away in a discussion!" While yelling Tim start putting pressure on the wrist of the brunette, who started to laugh more. "Holanda, takes celebrations serious. . . you're even worse than Estados Unidos with Christmas!" The spiky haired male stopped putting pressure on the wrist and looked with contempt to him. He wanted to yell but instead he responded harsh while letting go of the Spaniard his wrist. "I am not like Amerika, and it's not just a celebration! it is a celebration where you finally get rewarded for being a good person!"
Antonio felt uneasy and licked his lips wet while asking with curiosity in his eyes. "What about Christmas and Easter." The Dutchman turned around trying to ignore the male by now. Antonio kissed Tim his cheek gentle to get some attention again. "and karma, she treats you too." Tim rolled his eyes and rubbed his cheek where Antonio just kissed him. He seriously hated it when the brunette kissed him when they were having a discussion. "oh ja? To mine knownledge. . . it never gives something what you want!" Antonio looked defeated to the ground while looking sad. "But karma gave me you"
Tim glared at that name yet a faint pink blush appeared on his cheeks. He looked stubborn to the mirror with his eyes narrowed. "Don't be like this" Antonio pecked Tim's right cheek and walked slowly away. "wait . . .waarom?" Tim looked to him while his eyes showed curiosity. The brunette walked satisfied away. It was fun to learn Tim lessons of giving and taking, it always makes him more confused then he already was. Somehow it made Antonio feel he was the boss he used to be. Tim said confused on the couch, thinking about what just happend.