Arthur sat down at the table the Dutchman was sitting at, he looked at him, no particular emotion on his face. He took out a pile of papers from his jacket and placed them on the table. "I've gotten some other countries to sign. Like we planned, Belgium signed, and I've gotten Northern Italy and Ontario. And you?" The Brit folded his arms over his chest, he clearly wasn't in a good mood.
Maarten looked at the other, then turned his gaze at the papers. He reached into his coat and tossed a few papers on the table himself. "Prussia." The taller nation wasn't in a good mood either as he merely looked at the other, a frown on his face.
"I need to talk to you about Ireland. I'm not so sure about her." The eyes of the Brit were blank as he spoke. "What do you mean?" The other raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.
"She's decided… To rebel." The British nation frowned as his whole expression changed. His eyebrows slanted above his eyes, looking almost dangerous. The Dutchman however paid no heed to the Brit's change of emotion and leaned back in his seat as the words sunk into him, his fist clenched but his expression stayed unchanged. "Rebel? How do you know?" "She confessed to me after Scotland talked to me about it. Apparently, we never had her loyalty. She's betrayed us…" The smaller man noticed the clenched fist and raised an eyebrow at it. "I see… What do we do now?" Maarten relaxed his hand slightly, and swallowed hard as a bitter smile appeared on his lips. "Honestly, I don't know…" The British nation frowned as he picked a contract up, reading the name he noticed it was North Italy's. Silently scanning through the pages, even though he didn't pay much attention to it as he was trying to think of something for their problem. "Either.. We forgive her for this and try to do something so she comes back to us… Or we… Cut her down now, before she does any more damage."
Maarten sighed and pursed his lips before he spoke his thoughts, "As much as I hate to say it. I don't think she'll be willing to help us in any way with our plans…" He looked at the other, his eyes blank.
Arthur nodded and dropped the paper on the table before rubbing his chin. He was extremely irritated with this matter. "Yes. But nor do I like the idea of cutting my sister down. We could always do something to make her stop… Some kind of…." The smaller male sighed as he felt the sharp gaze of the Dutchman on him, he looked at him, his expression utterly serious. "Blackmail? … Something… Anything that will pin her down." The Dutchman nodded slowly, not wanting to cut his fiancé down either. "Ja… Blackmail… What were you thinking about?"
Sighing the Brit moved his gaze to the table, "I.. Don't know honestly. The only thing I can think of is… Well, by saying, if she doesn't co-operate, then we will attack Ireland… But she'll hate us forever. I'm afraid to say it, but there's no easy way out of this.. Unless we let her go, but that won't happen." "You're right, we won't let that happen…" Netherlands narrowed his eyes slightly, talking to himself rather than to the other, "We worked too hard for this… I won't let it end because of this." He nodded again then sighed and put a hand to his chin, rubbing it as if it would make thinking easier.
Nodding, England kept his hand positioned on his own chin as he stared at the table. "… Are you willing for Ireland to hate you?" He moved and looked at the Dutchman with a serious expression.
The Netherlands stayed silent for a moment before he murmured just loud enough for the other to hear, "That would be the second time the marriage is stopped…" He sighed and looked away from the Brit, who nodded and who's gaze was lowered. "I know.. But unless we think of something soon, blackmail is our only option… Or… I could take all the blame." A weak smile played on Arthur's lips as he stared at the woodwork. "She already hates me… I could do this and she wouldn't think twice."
As these words were being said, Maarten looked at him in utter disbelief then his expression softened and he nodded once. "If it isn't too much to ask of you." "Alright, but tell me… What am I telling her?" The Brit didn't look up from the table.
"Hm.. You'll take the UK siblings away? She seems attached to them…" The Dutchman sighed and put his hand to his temple, rubbing it slightly. Arthur shook his head and sighed, his stare still on the table. "That won't be enough, I'm afraid… She's had that happen a few times… And remember, she rebelled against me forcing herself away from them… I was more thinking of… Something with her own country? " "Attacking is what I'm thinking of… Or maybe… Something with her people. She likes her people… Then again, what country doesn't like their people?" Netherlands ranted slightly, then sighed and changed back into his stoic self. The other smiled weakly at the comment though, a dark humour there. "Yes, that's true… We could simply say that we'd attack her…" The Brit sighed and hung his head, "But she's signed to us, remember? The other nations who signed might think bad of us if we did that… Or we could explain to them… About Ireland's betrayal… And then they'd most likely think bad of her rather than us." He blinked at his own words and raised his head. "Y-yes, it would work… It'd turn her friends against her too, we just have to tell her to keep quiet about it too."
The Dutchman started grinning at the plan, he was amused by it, it seemed to him like it would work, with ease, if they played it the right way. "Ja, that sounds perfect. But we are we going to do about Alice? She's a big problem too, and I don't see how exactly we're going to stop her from spreading evil about us." "I have no idea…" England sighed, rubbing his chin and his brow creasing as he thought about the problem, "She's a pain I know… If… If Ireland stops, then she might too? I think they were working together with this… That or, we find someone and use them as an example about what will happen if they cross object to us… I think you know who I'm thinking of." The Englishman grinned slightly and rather bitterly. Of course the Dutchman knew who he was talking about… That monkey, Brazil. They both had a great dislike for the man, he had drugged their beloved Ireland and did other multiple things to annoy them. But Netherlands mostly hated him because he was in love with his fiancé and tried to kiss and flirt with her. He slowly nodded and smirked. "I'll take care of it as soon as possible." He chuckled and his old pirate smile appeared as he thought of the beating he would deliver to Brazil's ass. "You're a smart man, Captain Kirkland. I appreciate that."
