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Finally! been wanting to write this series since forever! :) NetherlandsxNewYork OC. I'm from New York and I love Holland so I had to write this love story based on his history with New York (his old colony) Warning: Slight pedophilia but any Holland fan girl gotta love that pedo bear. btw: the beginning is from Hetalia episode 39 (plz dont kill me lol)
"Seriously guys," a tearing Finnish man cried, "this isn't funny anymore. It's just mean and cruel and stupid."
"Tell us what happened to you Finland," an apathetic Frenchman said.
"Did you get your head stuck in the butter churn again?" a British man asked.
"Nothing like that," Finland wept, "it's the Netherlands. I built a villa in America with Sweden and then stupid Netherlands beat us up and took our villa."
The two other men simply ignored the crying Finnish man and sent him death glares. Not paying heed to them, he continued ranting, "There's something else that's bugging me; a mysterious little boy has been showing up from time to time. No one knows him from the village and the neighboring towns are at least a day's walk away. I'm afraid the Netherlands will find the boy and do something terrible to him; he's a mean scary dude!"
"A little boy," England asked, "What would he be doing all here by himself in the wilderness?"
"Exactly my point which is why I thought the whole thing was kind of weird."
"Hold on,"' France said, "you said he came by you and Sweden. Do you think that he is related to one of us."
The Finnish man gasped, "I never thought of that,"
"All alone out here," the British man pondered, "he might even be…."
"My baby brother," the three men sang together.
As the three of them argued and fought over whose brother the boy's was, a tall Swedish man uttered the words, "wh't ab't the g'rl?"
"So this is where you're new land, Netherlands?" a happy-go lucky girl asked.
"Yes," the Dutchmen answered plainly.
"It's beautiful," she squealed in delight, "I mean look at this place," she said with her arms stretched out to her surroundings. The skies above her were a deep blue that complemented the green woodlands behind her. Off the distance, ships could be seen floating on a body of water so rich and clear that when sunlight hit it, it made the water sparkle.
But none of that mattered to Dutchman. He didn't care how beautiful the scenery was or how everything seemed in sync. All he cared about was that his new land would make him money.
Unbeknownst to his sister, he and his men had found this land by accident, but it proved to be beneficial. It was abundant in beavers which could be used for their fur and fish would could be shipped straight back to Europe. The Netherlands was there for one reason and for one reason only: economic gain.
As the blonde haired man pondered about how much wealth he would gain, the sounds of slashing water and child like giggles could be heard from the distance.
The laughter broke his concentration and he turned to the direction of the sounds. The image of child flashed before his eyes. The smile could be seen in the child and medium length blonde hair flew in the wind. The Dutchmen stared in shock as he wondered who this girl was.
The following day, the Dutchman found himself walking towards the place where he first was the mysterious girl.
"What on earth was that girl doing here?" he asked himself walking the water's edge, "There's no way she could be from one of settlers, they would have said something about a missing child and only merchants hang around here."
The sound of a single splash broke his concentration. He looked up and saw the same girl from yesterday. She held a small brown beaver to her pale skin and was clad in a pale orange dress with white frills at the bottom. Her blonde hair was pulled back with a matching orange headband and her hazel eyes stared at him with a mixture of shock and fear. When he stepped closer to her, the feelings of fear took over and beaver she was holding was pulled close to her chest as if it were protection.
The Dutchman smiled at the girls actions before stating, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."
The young girl gasped and slowly lowered the beaver away from her. The fear from her eyes slowly disappeared when she saw a smile on the man's face but they still showed signs of cautiousness.
"Who are you?" she asked timidly, looking down at the ground.
The Netherlands chuckled at the girls adorable actions and replied, "I'm the Netherlands, a great power in Europe."
"So you came from one of those big boats?" she said curiously with amazement filling her eyes.
"Yes. You can say that. Who might you be?"
"I'm New Amsterdam [1]" the young girl replied smiling, "it's nice to meet you."
The Netherlands' eyes widen. "Could this girl be…my colony?" he thought. The idea of having such a young adorable girl to call "his" intrigued him. Sure she was young, no older than four in human years, but he knew that she would grow up and become even more beautiful. Until then he could run fingers through her hair, have his lips brush against the delicate skin of her cheeks and forehead, and savor her warm embrace with every hug. He would take care of her and in turn she would love him and be his.
The Dutchman regained his composer and smiled at the colony. "Nice to meet you too. Say New Amsterdam," he pondered, "it must be hard living out here all alone near the river."
"Huh?" she asked confused, "Well, just a little."
"Well how about you come live with me. I've got a big house not too far from here."
"A-are you sure?"
"Of course I am," he said extending out his hand to her.
After a small silence, she took the man's hand and earned a small smile causing her to smile. As the two walked toward the Netherlands' house, he couldn't help but think about how her small tiny hand would one day fit perfectly with his.