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The Netherlands was not a person to be taken lightly. He was known to be a strategist, and if it weren't for the fact that America was a woman, he'd take her outside and beat her. In fact, he was still tempted because she was ignoring him.
"Hey!" He snarled with irritation.
America turned toward him, a faint gleam of recognition in her eyes.
The blonde woman walked closer toward him, a serious look on her face, as if she was contemplating something. She moved toward him, grabbing his face with both hands as she searched his eyes. He couldn't help but notice just how blue they were.
"Wait," America said slowly, with her eyes directed on him, "aren't you the one always buying cooking stuff from Germany?"
How did she know that? He blinked, noticing that she was still touching his face.
The tall nation blinked, how did she know that? "How did you know that?" He demanded.
"Italy told me," she replied with a delicate shrug. "But, isn't your name Holland?"
What? The Netherlands drew back, removing her hands from his face. How dare she! She wasn't even supposed to be here, this was to be a meeting of the minds for important trade purposes.
It galled him that she was wearing Germany's shirt. What was she after? What did she hope to accomplish? After all, Germany had been his friend for a very long time and their nations relationship was decently strong. It concerned him that America was trying to sneak in on his business deals with German trade. No one messed with his money.
However, he had heard that America was going through financial troubles, so the chance remained that she could be looking to someone like Germany to keep her a float. That had stung his pride because even though he didn't necessarily like America, if he could get her to buy his exports instead of China's... well...
That made the wheels turn in his brain.
America spent money.
He liked to make money.
America was a woman.
He liked women.
America was looking to marry herself off to someone.
If she 'married' him, then she would always have to buy his exports out of 'wifely' devotion. Covered under said devotion would be that she would have to agree with him during world meetings. The Netherlands greatly liked that idea, and she would have to support his decisions. Also another point in favor of his obligation to try and win the slightly crazy country.
Germany yelled at Italy as America laughed. There was something catching in her laugh... and her hands were still on him. She turned away from the Netherlands as his green eyes appraised her thoughtfully. Germany's clothes were large on her, and some part of him didn't like the idea of her wearing the other blonde nations clothing. A whisper of a thought raced through his mind so quickly he almost failed to understand it.
What would she look like in his shirt?
He could see her now, maybe bound with his scarf on the bed that they would share-
Wait. If they married she would have to spend time with him. She would have to live with him.
A wolfish smile appeared on his face.
His green eyes narrowed in on her predatorily, as she tried to stop Germany from yelling at Italy, who cowered away.
"Stop yelling at him!" America scolded Germany. "You're gonna make him cry and it would be very unheroic to let you continue." She stated as she placed her hands on her hips, causing the fabric to pull apart slightly where it was not buttoned. It revealed a touch more skin. Nothing immodest, but... very noticeable. However, both Germany and The Netherlands had to stifle the urge to blush.
She was so damned adorable when she thought she could win a shouting match against Germany.
"Did you tell him not to tell me?" She asked.
"What?" Germany questioned in bewilderment. "No," he answered truthfully.
"So you didn't. Well, then you can't get mad!" She finished, laughing gently. Her hand reached out and grabbed Italy's arm.
"Come on, let's go make some dinner. I am starving!" America declared loudly with a large smile on her face.
"Ah... America, the meeting..." Italy replied nervously.
"Don't worry about it dude!" She interrupted congenially. "You guys can have your meeting afterward."
"America you may not-"
"Yeah, yeah Germany. I get it. I'm being a bad girl and you can spank me later, okay?" She said roguishly, though in America's mind her sarcasm was obvious. It Germany thought he would win in a shouting contest against America well, alright... that he might actually win. However, she was still the hero!
To every male present however, it had only come out as a provocative suggestion. A very, very, provocative suggestion that left one blonde German ready to do unspeakable things involving chains and bindings to the boisterous nation.
Germany's eyes were wide. He needed to calm down or he would think about what he wasn't permitted to do to America. The proposal, the other 70 plus pages had all be very detailed about the rules and how America would consider each potential suitor.
Yet, all he could see as she hauled Italy away, was her blue eyes begging him for something only he could give her.
The Netherlands glared at him. Germany knew why.
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Everyone had managed to remain civil through the making and eating of dinner. When Germany had tried to persuade Italy to think of important world matters, America had laughed at him and said "Pasta!"
Which promptly had Italy forgetting all else and turning into a whirlwind in the kitchen. America, in her own way of saying thanks, had put on an apron and helped Italy. She had tied it behind her, and started to hum as she listened to Italy tell her exactly how important it was to make pasta correctly.
She didn't have the heart to remind him that pasta was actually first created by China. However, America did not want to make Italy cry, or upset him after he was going out of his way to accommodate her.
America managed to create a very decent finished product. It surprised her, after she had a chance to look up, to see Germany and... was it Holland? Were still in the kitchen and watching her.
Well, she was awesome.
She flashed them a smile. Focusing on Germany, because his eyes were slightly glassy and he appeared to be very still.
"Hey, you okay dude?"
"Fine," he replied in a gruff voice that was nearly a growl.
Was he getting sick? He didn't look feverish, not really. Maybe he was just really hungry? Yeah, that made perfect sense. He must have been starving. What a dumbass. He could have said something.
"You want to try some hon?" she asked, breaking off a tiny bit of bread from one of the loaves Italy had set tot he side to accompany their 'perfect' pasta dish.
Germany's hard eyes were riveted to the bit of bread she proffered at him. America felt as if she were missing something, and some part of her warned of eminent danger, but she didn't see Russia anywhere around. That creepy bastard better not have found her.
Her blue eyes appraised Germany as he crooked a finger for her to come closer.
... What? She would have been offended, but it could have been a weird European thing, like that whole kissing the cheeks all the time.
She cocked her head to the side and took several steps forward. The look in Germany's eyes darkened. She was about to ask him what the hell this was all about when the Netherlands coughed discreetly.
Italy looked up sharply, like a man possessed. "It is done!" He announced dramatically.
"Awesome!" America said with excitement, She was so freaking hungry. Italy practically forced The Netherlands into helping him set the table. That left America and Germany in the kitchen as he stared her down.
She blinked at him.
"You still want it?" She asked, gesturing at him with the bread.
Germany nodded.
"Too bad, ha ha." America laughed nearly fondly as she bit into the secretly taken piece of bread.
She stopped laughing when Germany stood up, and came toward her. He grabbed her arm, and took the morsel of bread she hadn't consumed in his teeth, his eyes stayed locked with her the whole time.
Huh, he must really have been hungry.
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"Why do you watch scary movies if you are terrified by them?" The Netherlands asked with clear amusement at the fact that America was as close as she could possibly, hiding her face in his shoulder.
"I'm not scared!" She shouted, albeit a bit weakly,
Germany was on her other side as they watched an Italian horror movie. So many entrails. America could only blanch. Each time the murder came on screen she would jump between 'comforting'-because she wasn't scared and hiding- the two male blonde nations. Italy sat on the other side of Germany enthralled at the images on the screen. Italy would screech when America did, because she was trying to spare his feelings, and the pair were white as sheets by the time the movie had ended.
"Y-y-you know Italy," America said with false bravado, coming out from behind the Netherlands. "I know that movie scared you."
"Yes, it was terrible!" The nation agreed readily.
"Ri-right," she continued growing more self-assured. "So, it wouldn't be very noble of me to let you stay up all night terrified."
Italy nodded emphatically, as America rushed over and clapped his shoulder.
"So, I'll sleep with you tonight."
"What?!" The Netherlands demanded, clearly upset.
"Nien!" Germany shouted, so loudly that it caused America to still.
"Why not?" Italy asked, his voice filled with confusion.
"You swine!" Germany retorted angrily.
"Yeah dude," America rallied behind Italy. "What is the problem? You two slept together all the time."
Germany stilled, the Netherlands looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth before he began to snicker.
"We did!" Italy confirmed her words with an absent happy-go-lucky smile.
"Not like that, you bastard!" Germany muttered under his breath.
America looked betweent he pair. "Oh." She said turning away.
"Nien, America, I-"
"You want me to sleep with you!" She proclaimed to the rafters, in her cheerful booming voice. "You got scared by the movie and need the hero to make sure you don't get your entrails chopped up into itty bitty pieces!" America nodded, pleased with her deductive reasoning.
The Netherlands had stopped laughing.
"Okay," she said with authority as Germany had yet to recover from her rather presumptive announcement. "I'll sleep with you, and Italy can sleep with Holland."
"The Netherlands," said country reminded her with narrowed eyes.
America turned toward him, smiling secretly. Yeah, sure it was. Some of his own people called him Holland, he wasn't fooling her. Good try though.
"Anyway, don't worry Germany," the cheerful nation said, "I'll keep you safe!"
"Why don't I stay with you America?" The Netherlands asked with ulterior motives plain in his gaze for those that could see it.
America was not among them.
Germany glared in open dislike, and The Netherlands smiled.
"That way, Italy could stay with Germany. Just like old times."
"What a great idea!" Italy praised him.
"Absolutely not!"
America nodded at Germany. "Yeah, I can leave Germany with Italy. They were both scared by the movie. But you weren't Netherlands." She summarized quickly.
"No, I wasn't afraid," he replied.
"Great!" America bounced up and down for a moment. "'Cause I'll just sleep with Italy and Germany. You weren't scared so you'll be fine by yourself!"
The Netherland's eye twitched at the twisted turn of events. "Wait, I-"
"Awesome Dude! I'm glad you are a brave guy." She said, completely ignoring him, as she dragged Italy back toward his bedroom.
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Germany did not sleep a wink. All night long, whenever the wind rushed past the house, or a floor board settled, America had clung to him like a cat. Her hands fisted in his nightshirt and it had taken his colossal will not to pin her hands down and...
Try some of the things he'd read about.
Her blue eyes had peeked up at him shyly, and she then attempted to make it seem as if she were trying to comfort him. However, the sweeping motion of her hand upon his arm, which was meant to soothe, only riled him up. Her small whimpers of fright had him thinking things that no good nation should think, and the way refused to let him go had allowed him to feel the scalding heat of her body.
Italy, by contrast, had drooled on his side of the bed, and kept making strange sighs in his sleep. Germany had not missed that.
America had turned over, at one point, allowing Germany to move his arm, and turn on his side. It proved to be a mistake, for as if America had sense his weakness, she snuggled back into him. So many thoughts came to mind.
More than a few of them entertained the idea of being able to hold her nightly. Of watching America in the kitchen or hearing her laugh when she was with him. It was also amazing that she got along so well with Italy, when other nations looked to take advantage, America merely wanted ot be part of the fun.
He shifted once, rousing her slightly. Though he could not see her face, he heard the small question.
"Germany?" America's voice was sleepy.
"Ja?" He answered softly.
"Sweet dreams," she mumbled and made a pleased noise.
Germany could hardly stand it.
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The Netherlands was surprised to find breakfast waiting for him in Italy's dining room after a night spent trying not to rush into Italy's room and demand America come to his bed.
The perky nation had left a note, which irked the Netherlands to no end. She'd made the food. Thanked Italy for his hospitality, said goodbye to Germany and himself.
That was fine.
However, she stated she was going to play video games with South Korea and that infuriated the Netherlands.
No one messed with his future business venture and 'wife'! The second part was starting to hold some importance.
Unfortunately for him, he did not have South Korea's phone number, and England would not be patient much longer.