Don't mind me, just writing short, silly, and potentially OOC fanfiction! Please enjoy regardless of the oddness.
Netherlands was angry. Not just any kind of angry, but really angry. Not just really angry, but reallyreally angry.
...So angry that he could barely see straight.
...So angry that he was this close to punching a hole in the wall. But not so angry that he could bet that his most recent problems could easily be solved by a quick trip to his little sister's place.
"Belgium!" He said, not so desperately trying to keep his voice even. There wasn't an answer. How infuriating.
"Damn it, Belgium, open the door!" Netherlands screamed again, his voice cracking pathetically. The door creaked open slowly, as if to taunt him.
"What's wrong, brother?" Belgium teased with a small but malicious grin spread across her face. He pointed to his blond hair.
"The hell did you do to my hair gel?" He asked, suddenly deadly serious. Belgium didn't seem to be fazed by his death glare. In fact, she seemed to welcome it.
"I dunno," she shrugged, "but I do know that you look very snazzy without it." Netherlands didn't take too well to that joke.
"I'm going to ask one last time...what did you do to my hair gel?" She murmured something unintelligible. If he could hear correctly, it sounded eerily like 'I hid it all nya nya'.
Sometimes, he hated being an older brother with an intense, burning, flaming fucking passion.