"There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than bread"

Mother Theresa

Section I

"…Then he fucking thought it would be a good idea to pour it down the drain. What a fucking retard. Who fucking does that, right?" Lovina said; her arms still crossed as she vented to her long-time friend. The only friend she really could vent to and not get a negative feedback like her younger brother would. Veronica nodded and smiled, accepting the foul words as they walked into her house.

"Sometimes I really don't fucking understand what goes through that fucking mind of his. Fucking idiot." They both continued and she swore and cussed left and right and Lovina took it upon herself to plop down on Veronica's couch as her blond friend continued into the kitchen to get drinks. It was rather hot after all. Lovina growled a little, releasing a breath as she sunk even deeper into the soft material of the couch.

"Grazie, for inviting me over." Lovina said after maybe a minute of silence. Veronica walked in, holding a couple of bottles of water and still wearing a slight smile.

"No problem. I like spending time with you, Lovina." Belgium said, sitting down and handing the foul-mouthed Italian a bottle of water, which, immediately screwed the cap off and proceeded to take a gulp of water in a rather un-lady-like fashion. Belgium didn't seem to mind at all though.

"Hmm, do you want some tomatoes? They're in season." Belgium offered. Lovina stared at her for a few seconds before putting a hand over her stomach, as if deciding she was hungry enough to have one. Or two.

"Sure. I wouldn't mind some." She wasn't normally this polite either. If she was talking to Spain, she'd insult him that that was a stupid question, then demand he goes out and buy her some. But this was Veronica, her friend, not that dumb ass Spain. Belgium smiled and she set her bottle of water on the wooden end table and grabbed her keys.

"I'll be back then; you want anything else while I'm at the store?" Veronica was way too nice. Lovina noticed that many times. She was the type of person who'd be willing to give you anything you need without the thought that perhaps she was being used. Though, she had to admit, she had a real fighter side to her too. Lovina blinked and shook her head.

"Just tomatoes would do; grazie." The Italian responded. Belgium nodded and she went to the door, looking back slightly, as if she was about to say something. But she chose not to, and she opened the lightly-colored door and closed it behind her. Lovina took another gulp of water as she stared at the painting of tulips that hung on the walls. She could hear Belgium start up her little Beatle and drive off to the little corner store about five miles down the road. So that left her alone in Belgium's little house. Lovina stood up and looked at the painting. They really were sort of pretty, although artwork was never really her forte, which was more Feliciano's style. The scenery, the tulips looked so familiar. Like they weren't just hung up for decoration. Like they had a deeper meaning to them.

But a knock at the door made Lovina jump a bit from being knocked out of such a deep thought. Belgium didn't mention anyone else coming over though. Cautiously, Lovina set down her water and she went to the door. It wasn't like she was mortal. So what if the person standing at the door had a knife… or a gun… or some other device used to maim someone…

"Ciao?" Lovina said, her voice coming out a little weaker than she intended to. Because you're freaking yourself the fuck out. She told herself. Lovina opened the door and was met with a much taller figure than her. His hair was pale brown, on the borderline of being blond and his eyes were a mix of green and blue. Though, with the compliment of his white and blue scarf it looked a bit bluer. But the scar on his forehead reminded her.

"Netherlands?" Lovina asked; her voice now stern. Netherlands looked around, completely avoiding eye contact and actually pushing past her to look around, his boots was loud against the wooden floor.

"Hey! Who the fuck do you fucking think you are!" And she didn't feel guilty at all when she said that. She knew this was Veronica's estranged brother. Netherlands still apparently seemed to be pretending she didn't even exist, which really only pissed her off even more.

"Hey! Asshole! Are you fucking deaf or something!" And at that, Netherlands turned around and stared at her. He didn't say anything. He didn't have any emotion on his face at all. Just… stared at her. This was really freaking the shit out of her.

"Uh… I mean…" Lovina suddenly felt a little flushed. Not because she felt guilty or anything for cursing at him, if he wasn't being such an asshole she wouldn't need to. But it was the way he was staring at her. Like he was a fucking sociopath or something. Netherlands didn't wait for Lovina to finish talking though, instead, he just interrupted her.

"Is Belgium here?" His voice was monotonous, cold; deep. But, strong. Something Antonio's voice almost never was. Lovina glanced around.

"She just left." Lovina said. Then she looked out the window and then back to the Dutchman, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Did you fucking walk here?" She asked incredulously. Netherlands sighed, yet again ignoring her and continued to look around. She remembered Netherlands never really did talk much. But she assumed that was just because he hated being under Spain's control. Veronica told her later that was just how he was. "He's a bit of a downer." She remembered Belgium saying. And she knew Belgium really did love her brother, but the two siblings were just different people altogether.

"I just wanted to talk to her." Netherlands finally said. And at first, Lovina thought he was just talking to himself, until she finally caught him looking straight at her from the corner of her eye.

"Fucking pedophile! Why are you just staring at me!" She yelled; growing more and more agitated. Netherlands didn't move a muscle, he just looked at her and Lovina really regretted choosing today to wear a bubble-style skirt, exposing her olive-toned legs. But then again, she really didn't expect accidently letting Belgium's brother into the house. Leaving them alone. Just the two of them.

"Don't call me that." Netherlands said after a while, he adjusted his scarf looking perfectly calm and then reached into his pocket, probably his fucking storehouse of shady drugs and got his signature wooden pipe out.

"I just have shameless preferences." Netherlands said softly, grabbing a little baggie of questionable aspects and opening it, grabbing some of the grassy-looking substance and stuffing a bit of it in the pipe. As he put it away, he glanced towards Lovina once more.

"If you were just a bit younger you'd be my type too." Netherlands said passively. Lovina's eyes widened, feeling offended.

"Fucking bastard!" Lovina stomped her foot, and Netherlands barely glanced over as he lit his pipe. Lovina blinked.

"H-Hey! You can't just fucking smoke that in here!" Lovina walked forward a bit, but winced as Netherlands blew some smoke into her face, probably on purpose to keep her at bay. Fucker. If Antonio ever did that to her… well… he never smoked… so he never would have done that. Plus he's way too much of a lap dog and suck-up to ever even think about offending her like that. Lovina started to cough from the smoke and her eyes started to tear up a bit, which she immediately started to wipe away. She looked up and Netherlands walked right past her and started gazing at the pictures.

"So she kept them." Netherlands mumbled. Lovina stopped for a moment. What the fuck is he talking about? Lovina looked at him, his bluish-green eyes intensively looking at the spring-colored paintings.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Lovina said, and actually realized he hasn't once said anything about her cursing. She walked closer and looked at the paintings to, just mimicking his actions. Netherlands glanced over at her before focusing on the paintings yet again.

"I painted these." Lovina almost got whiplash from turning her head so fast. Netherlands? She looked at the tall country again. His pipe in his mouth, creating a fire-hazard. He painted all these? They were fucking beautiful. It was actually right up there with Feliciano's caliber of skill. But she didn't expect somebody who was such a downer like Netherlands to paint something so… cheerful. Lovina pursed her lips slightly from the confusion.

"You!" She asked, her pitch rising just a bit. Netherlands took another drag and he raised an eyebrow at the Italian girl.

"You don't think I could paint such a thing?" Netherlands asked. Lovina half-expected his tone to be offended, or even humorous, but she heard neither. There was no specific tone. Lovina was silent, not exactly sure how to answer. She has never been in a situation such as this. She actually felt threatened. She felt offended. Like she wanted to cuss at him, to scream at him, but that cold face just made her think that if she tried anything… he would hurt her. Netherlands didn't wait for her to answer, his boots practically hammered the floor; even Lovina could feel the vibrations of each of his steps. She's had similar experiences when the potato bastard, Germany, walked around. But his steps were more sophisticated, organized. Netherlands' steps were… crude.

"I painted those for Belgium, as an apology present." Netherlands went on to say. Lovina couldn't help but really notice his features. His skin tone was just like Belgium's. And when he moved slightly, the golden rays of sunlight that streamed from the window reflected off his skin and it reminded her of peaches. Not that she really like the fruit, she much rather preferred tomatoes.

"She wasn't as receptive as I hoped for though." Netherlands sighed and looked away.

"You two never fucking got along much anyway." Lovina said, before she could really think about it. Netherlands looked at her, his expression still unreadable and Lovina backed away, but Netherlands made a stride towards her, and that was more than a match for her tiny, weakling steps. Oh God, he's going to fucking kill me. The thought raced through her mind. A wave of panic spread through her. That's what my foul mouth ultimately leads me to. A fucking beat down in Belgium's house. She thought again. He was right in front of her now. He was bringing his arm back. Oh God.

"You just love making me angry don't you?" Lovina was expecting a slap. A punch. Not that she wanted one. But that's what she thought she couldn't escape. But instead, he was meant by a gloved finger, poking her directly in the forehead. Lovina opened her emerald eyes and looked up at him. He stared at her blankly for a few second before he trudged back to where he was. Lovina couldn't comprehend what just happened.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Just.

Happened?

Whoot! I got this wonderful plotline from RP-ing for my first time on Twitter! I got a second twitter for RP-ing and I play as Lovina Vargas, I just find we have so much in common attitude wise. And I started to RP with Netherlands and I thought, why isn't this couple more commonly seen? It's either Netherlands/Spain or Romano/Romana/Belgium. But Lovi and Netherlands are both tsunderes and IDK When I think of it they are so cute! So I hope y'all like it! Review!