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As the four countries landed in Amsterdam, they were met by Netherlands. The first thing America said when they got off the plane was, "Excellent! Now we have two red shirts! That means the away mission will last longer!"
He did not say much on the way to the first aid room after Netherlands punched him.
After he had recovered the now five strong group decided to set up camp at an outdoor café. America's plan was quickly dismissed. New Zealand made a valid point about being the leader because he knew Australia better and therefore, America should be back up. Needless to say, he did not like that much. It was at that point that Netherlands pointed out that a plan was not going to do them much good if they could not find the continental landmass.
Most of them gave him blank looks. New Zealand smirked. Somehow, he knew he should not be enjoying himself this much, but it would be a while before an opportunity like this came up again, if ever, and he was not going pass it up. He let the others stew for a while before bringing their attention to a little known fact about New Zealand. He knew how to track Australia's credit card, and therefore, could find out where he was staying.
"Dude! No way! That's awesome!"
"Why would Australia give you access to his credit card, and how to track it?" England, of course, had to be the voice of reason.
"I wouldn't exactly say he gave it to me, but that's irrelevant! We need to find him!" New Zealand pulled out his smartphone and started searching Australia's charge history. It only took a minute before he found the required information. "Got 'im!"
"Where?!" America was literally millimetres from his face, with England trying to pull him off.
"Bro! Personal space."
"Sorry."
Once America had sat down again, and New Zealand could actually see the other four occupants of the table, he smiled. "Oz is stayin' at De L'Europe Amsterdam."
Netherlands let out a low whistle.
Canada glanced over. "Is it good?"
"Good? It's the best."
America decided to get in his face next. "Where is it? What do you know about it?! Why would Australia stay there? Talk!"
After a firm, and somewhat forceful shove, Netherlands' face was free of idiot American. "It's on the bank of the Amstel River. It has several conference rooms, so the excuse of business is conceivable. It's five star. I don't know why Australia would stay there."
"Hmm. The mystery grows deeper! How do we get to this Day Loorap hotel?!"
They all stared at America. England was the first to look away. "Moving on. He did actually make a decent point, unfortunately. How do we get there?"
Netherlands snapped out of his America induced mind blank. "We either catch a train, then walk. Or drive there."
"Dude, let's drive. I've always wanted to drive in Europe!"
"NO!" Unanimously, they decided that America was not going to drive. Netherlands then proceeded to call my country, my rules, and place himself in the driver's seat.
They were off!
••••••••
Schiphol International Airport
"We are so going to show them this time!"
"Of course we are! There's nothing that can stop us this time!" There was a slight pause as the two men continued walking towards the exit. One had white blonde hair and pale skin, whereas the other had black hair and dark brown skin.
Suddenly, the dark-haired man stopped. "You don't know where they're meeting yet, do you?"
The blonde cringed. "No. But I know how we can find out." All he got in response was a raised eyebrow. "Look, you said Australia had to bail on a week with America right?" A nod. "Well, I bet America has been asking questions about it to any and every European country. Plus, we know which country they're in. We just need to find Netherlands. He's bound to know something!"
"What makes you think he'll tell us? None of the countries will talk to us after what Europe did last time. If we were in Asia, Africa or even South America, it might work, but, come on!"
"Well, let's go find him and see, shall we?"