This is so much longer than I had inticipated . but, I like the way it came out, especially the scene at the end. btw: the fight between England and the Netherlands is based on the Anglo-Dutch War(s) in which England gained New Amsterdam; I go to my text book, google, and my AP Euro teacher to find that out. Warning: pedophilia! enjoy!
Sunlight entered the room that the two blonde's shared the night before. It slowly crept its way onto the bed until it hit the face of the young girl causing her to slowly open her eyes. When she was fully awake, she realized that Dutch man was not in front of her like she recalled. Her heart raced rapidly. "Where is he?" she thought uneasily. Thankfully, her nerves were calmed by the sound of snoring behind her. Karen turned around cautiously to find the Dutch man asleep right next to her. She sighed in relief, thankful that he had not left her again like he did so long ago. However, he looked different than he usually. His blonde hair that he always wore up was now down and random pieces of blonde hair hung loosely, sweeping over his eyes.
These bits of hair intrigued her and she reached her hands out to grab them. She let t he strands of hair slide through her fingers and twirled them around. She was so focused on playing with his hair that she didn't realize the man in front of her waking up.
"Good morning, Karen," Hendrick grunted as he forced his eyes to open, "can I get my hair back?"
"Ohh," she said blushing and letting go of his hair, "sorry, Hendrick."
"It's okay," he said pulling off the covers from his body, "but, it's only fair that I get to play with your hair too."
She looked at him confused before he ruffled the top of her head and said, "Hand me a brush."
The blonde girl left the room only to come back seconds later with a wooden brush in her hand. She gave it Hendrick and proceeded in leaving to get ready for the day but a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her stopped her. Hendrick placed her in his lap and began running the wooden brush through her hair, untangling any knots. It didn't take long for her hair to be fully combed so the Dutchman took the opportunity to run his hands through the young girl's hair.
It felt like silk against his skin. As his fingers went from the top of her hair down, her golden locks seemed to flow through his hand like water. Her hair seemed never ending, but when he finally did reach the end of it, he realized he had to finish doing her hair. "How do you like to have your hair?" he asked already knowing the answer: in two pigtails so they could bounce freely.
"Can you put in pigtails?" she asked shyly.
As he separated her hair into two and tied them, he enjoyed the pleasant sensation he felt from it and thought of ways to let her do her hair in the morning.
"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked him when he was done.
"You know how to cook?" he said surprised.
"Well I have bread and fruit in the kitchen if that counts," she said mumbled.
He smiled at her slight insecurity and took it upon to himself to teach her how to make a real Dutch breakfast.
"Come on," he said heading toward the kitchen, "I'll show you how to make oatmeal [1]."
For the next few weeks, mornings like the one the day after the Dutch man returned became routine. She would wake him up by playing with his hair and then he would fix hers and got ready for the day. Once in a while, he would teach her to cook something new, but that would usually result in cleaning up after the first failed attempt.
The two were laughing as they cleaned up the flour that spattered all over the room and themselves.
"Okay Karen," Hendrick said wiping the powdery white substance off her face, "next time make sure the lid of the flour is facing up."
She smiled as he touched her face and sang an, "Okay."
"How about we skip making lunch here and go on a picnic?" he asked as he let the girl wipe flour off his face. She squealed in delight and made her way out the house expecting the tall blonde to follow her with just as much enthusiasm, but instead, he let out a sigh trying to figure out who he was going to break the news to her.
"That was delicious," Karen said finishing the last bit of turkey.
"I'm glad you liked it," he said allowing the girl to lay her head on his lap. This was typical for her to tap a nap after lunch but he couldn't allow her to fall asleep; not this time. "You better not be falling asleep on me," he muttered.
"Why not," she whined, "you always let me take a nap on your lap."
"Because I have to tell you something," he said trying to mask his pain, "something important."
"What is it?" she asked lifting her head up from his lap and looking straight at him. Words failed the Dutch man as her innocent eyes seemed to pierce through him, making it harder for him to tell her.
"Not here," he sighed, "let's go down to the docks," he said getting up and walking in the direction of the river. Small footsteps quickly followed him and soon a smaller hand meet his larger ones. Hendrick slightly gasped at the girl's action. He recalled a time when the female's hand was much smaller, but he told himself that it would grow to fit is one day. Now, it was only a matter of time until that happened, but with him having to deal with stuff back home, he was afraid he would miss his chance.
"Hendrick," the girl's voice said pulling him away from his thoughts, "what is it that you have to tell me?"
He didn't realize that he reached destination and he tried to find the words to tell her.
"Well, Karen," he said trying to pull the band aid off. But just as he was about to tell her, the sounds of a ship docking drowned his words. Cargo and people left the ships as more cargo and a few merchants boarded it. It wouldn't be long before the ship would leave for Europe. He didn't have much time left.
"Do you see that boat over there?"
"Yes," she responded in a matter-a-fact voice, "they're ships. They're going to take things from here back to Europe. Why?"
"Well," he said as a bit of guilt surged through his body, "I'm going to be on that ship when it leaves."
"B-but," she shuttered," you just got back, Hendrick. Why do you have to leave again?"
"There's still a lot going on overseas that I have to take care of," he sighed, "I wish I didn't have to go, but there's no way around it."
The young girl let out a small sniffle, but didn't cry. At least he didn't try to run off. At least he didn't try to keep her in the dark. And at least he came back.
"Go," she said looking up at him. He looked back her confused. "Go before the ships leaves so you can come back soon," she said hopefully.
He smiled at her and pulled her close to him. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his stomach. He kissed the top of her head and placed his hand on her cheek before saying, "Alright."
Hendrick made his way to the ship just as it was leaving. From the deck of the ship, he looked down to see Karen at the docks smiling at him. "I promise I'll come back so we can live together again," he said, voice echoing so she could hear. When the ship was finally out in sea, he hoped that after he took care of what he had to, the words he said would come true.
Rain hit the ground of the battlefield rapidly and it washed off the dirt and blood covering the fallen body of a certain blonde. Another blonde in a red coat stood over him with a look of smugness and victory.
"I knew you were no match for me," the voice of a British man boomed, "now your little colony will be mine."
"No," the Dutch man said wincing in pain, "you can't have her."
The British man let out an evil chuckle, "There's nothing you can do about it. Your people have surrendered."
"No," he grunted, "she's mine."
"No, Holland. She isn't. But," he said maniacally, "she would make a lovely gift for the Duke of York. I do like the idea of the name 'New York'."
The Netherlands' face twisted in disgust, but knew there was nothing he could do.
She waited anxiously by the docks for him. Every day, ships would dock and leave, loading and reloading cargo and the occasional passenger but she would never see him. However, she did not let that discourage her. She knew that he would return.
As the last ship of the afternoon left, Karen let out a small sigh then made her way to the meadow where she and Hendrick used to have picnics. She would sit there every day for hours till the sky turned black sometimes pretending he were there. But this time, when she arrived there day, and saw the tall Dutch man standing next to the familiar English man, she had to make sure it was not her imagination.
After blinking her eyes several times, she knew that what she was seeing was real and ran up to him.
It pained Hendrick to see her again under such circumstances, but it pained him even more to see how much she'd grown again. She was at least three inches taller, her even longer hair was pulled into a pony tail, as when she came close to him, he could see the outline of small mounds developing on her chest. She must have been about 12 in human years, about the time young girls start thinking about love and the opposite gender, the perfect time that he could make her see him as more than just her care taker and make her see him as a lover. But now, he couldn't. She was now under English control and she didn't even know it.
"Hendrick," she said hugging him, head reaching just below his well built chest, "it's good to see you again." She stood there with her arms wrapped around him for a minute until she noticed that he did not return the hug. "Hendrick, what's wrong?" she asked frantically, "why aren't you hugging me? Didn't you miss me?"
"I did miss you," he said in a deep voice, "but, I have to tell you something.'
"Alright, but let's go home first; you can tell me over supper."
"You won't be going home with me," he said plainly.
"What do you mean?"
"He means that you're not one of the Dutch colonies anymore," the English man interrupted, "you are under the English rule now. You're going to live me and America from now on." With that, the British nation took the girl by her wrist and began walking away with her.
"NO!" she cried out taking back her hand. She ran back to the Dutch man grabbed onto him for dear life like she did the night he left. "I don't want to live with England. I want to live with you."
"I'm sorry Karen," he said in pain, "but you're one of England's Colonies." Rubbing her back, he soothed her cries.
When she finally calmed down, the words, "But, Hendrick, I love you," escaped her lips.
He gasped at her words, but took her head in his hands and made her look at him. When their eyes met, he uttered the words, "I love you too," and pressed his lips against hers kissing her. Being taken back, it took a while for the girl to respond, but soon, she kissed him back. The kiss with filled with so much passion yet, it was so chaste and gentle. Their lips seemed to fit together perfectly and when he pulled away, a single tear left Karen's eyes.
"We'll be together again, Karen," Hendrick said leaving her in the Englishman's care. Karen walked away with England, waving goodbye to her beloved Dutch man. When she he could no longer see her, he mumbled the words, "Because you're mine."