Belgium took a quick sip of her tea before saying "So Veneziano tells me we're on a date?"
"Mm."
"Well." She glanced around the coffee shop- they'd moved indoors after it started raining- and fiddled with the end of her hair ribbon. "Nice place for it."
"Mm."
"Oh, do speak up, I feel like I'm being audited."
"Sorry." Germany shifted in his seat minutely, rubbing at the back of his neck. Belgium… was easier to talk to than America, if only because they'd worked together since the 1960s. Also, he'd researched how to make small talk after he'd come back from the… date with America, but that was the other problem. He was on a date, again, and he still didn't know exactly how one behaved in a situation such as this.
He'd asked Veneziano, and that hadn't been a big help at all, he'd just said "Anything, really, except for offensive things but I'm sure you know that. You can do it!" which had been… nice but, again, supremely unhelpful.
Anyway. "So. Have you seen any… any interesting television shows lately?"
"Oh, no, I've been very busy. Work and such." She took another sip, and Germany stirred his own tea. "You?"
"Same, actually."
Belgium "hmm"ed. "Is Veneziano pushing you into these?"
"I— What?"
"Is he pushing you into going on dates?"
"Uh. No?" Well, yes, he technically was, but it was more that the face Veneziano made when he was disappointed made Germany's insides twist up in such a way that it was honestly better to just do what he wanted.
"So yes." Belgium set her cup down. "And you… you probably don't want to upset him, so you do what he wants."
"… No."
"Of course, Germany." Belgium nodded in what Germany felt was an entirely condescending manner, as well as one that implied several things that nobody really had any business implying. Then she began gathering up her things, stopping when she pulled a small foil-wrapped rectangle from one of her coat pockets.
"By the way, Switzerland's trying to get everyone to eat this, but, you know. His people skills." Belgium sighed. "So now it's my job somehow."
"Wouldn't it be Liechtenstein's?"
"And let her talk to people? God forbid." Belgium dropped the chocolate bar on the table. "I've another, so share with Veneziano, all right?" Another bar was placed next to the first. "I have to get going now, there's a meeting with France coming up pretty soon. Take care."
"You too," and then Belgium swept out of the coffee shop, umbrella high above her head.
Germany took the chocolate home, and Veneziano enjoyed it very much.