Netherlands X Sweden

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Netherland's name will be Lars, because everyone calls him like that!

Some people are meant to be together. Some are not.

And some still have to find out.

Lars woke up and slowly rubbed his eyes. He felt somewhat tired after the night he spent with his gang watching every Harry Potter movie. The Dutchman stretched like a cat before sitting on his bed, his brain still at 'OFF' function. Today was a rainy day, and rainy days made him bored. There was absolutely nothing to do in his house, except smoking a blunt while eating cookies. He might just call Matthias then.

But luck wasnt on his side this morning, the Dane didnt answer his phone a single time.

Well fuck it, Lars would find an interesting activity by himself then.

He put on a grey hoodie and ripped blue jeans. The Dutch male thought that taking a walk by the canals would be a way of wasting some time, he could even take a breakfast in a restaurant. He took a red umbrella and a pack of cigarettes, then he left his house.

In the end, the weather wasnt so bad. Of course it rained, but just a bit, and it didnt keep people away from walking outside. Actually, the street Lars was on was full of other Dutch citizens just like him.

After 15 minutes of strolling around with his ridiculous umbrella, the Dutchman finally spotted a place where he could take his breakfast. A panel outside of the building showed the menu and the prices. It seemed to be nice, so Lars entered in the restaurant. There was only a line of three people waiting to order their meal. Great. The male placed himself behind another guy as tall as him, or just a little more. At first the Dutch didnt cared about that person, but after a minute or so, he realised that the man's light blonde hair seemed familiar. He patted his shoulder slightly. The guy turned to him.

"Ja? Wh't do..."Berwald said before recognizing the Netherlands.

"Hi there, watcha doing in Amsterdam?" Lars asked the Swede, curious about that unexpected encounter.

"I got inform'd you had nice r'staur'nts." he replied, pushing his glasses back on his nose.

"Are you alone?"

Berwald nodded. He came without anyone. Anyway that wasn't the point. The Dutch male crossed his arms and thought about this whole thing. The place was almost full, and the people were chatting loudly with everyone.

Lars asked the Swede if they could eat together.

Berwald said yes, happy to share a meal with someone that wasnt affraid of him. The two men ordered their food then went to sit to a wooden table. The Swede took off his coat and stared at Lars as he picked a cigarette from the package he brought with him. The people were allowed to smoke in public places?

"You can sm'ke in h're?"

"Its not a cigarette, its a joint. I mix them in my packages. Do you want one?"

The tall blonde refused because he never took drugs and wasnt attracted by them. But seriously, the Amsterdam citizens could smoke weed in coffee places and restaurants? Whatever, Berwald rested on his chair and looked around the place. The furniture was simple but efficient. Feeling a little awkward with the lack of communication, Lars coughed and tried to break the ice between them.

"So, how's life?"

"F'ne. 'N' yours?"

"Well, if I wasn't friends with a buch of hyper guys it would be better."

Berwald blinked, unsure about what he could answer to that. Hyper friends? He must have been talking about Matthias and Antonio, no? Since the discussion wasn't really interesting, they kept their mouths shut for a while, until a waitress brought them their breakfast. They ate in silence, looking at the other from time to time. Lars wanted to talk with the Swede, but none of his attempts to start a discussion worked, so he brainstormed to find a subject they would both be ok with.

Five minutes later, he found.

IKEA.

Berwald and Lars talked about IKEA.

For more than half an hour.

As soon as they finished their plates, the two men started blabbing about furniture and stuff. The Dutch male realised that the Swedish blonde was more interesting than he first thought. Once you're comfortable with him, you can expect to have a good time with him.

They got out of the restaurant and Lars threw his joint on the street. The weather was still shitty but he didnt care anymore. He turned to Berwald.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Dunno."

"Wanna come to my place? We could watch a movie or something."

The Swede briefly scratched his head and nodded. Why not? They went along so well after all. He never visited many people's houses and he wondered how Netherlands' place would look like. The blonde knew that Lars was a maniac about cleanliness, unlike Matthias. The Dane washed his underwear like, 3 times a year? The Dutch interrupted Berwald's train of thoughts when he wrapped an arm around the other nation's shoulders and kept on walking as if it was normal. The Swede tensed a bit at the sudden closeness, but didnt ask him to let go.

Lars' house was a big traditional place with an easily recognizable facade. The inside was pale and the furniture was nice. It looked like a picture from a decoration magazine. Both men took off their shoes and Berwald unzipped his coat and hung it up in a closet next to the door. The Dutchman guided him to the living room and let himself fall on the black leather couch. The Swede sat by his side and stretched his arms. Lars turned on the TV. There was a movie playing right now.

A romance movie, obviously.

The two characters were having sex.

Berwald quickly turned his head to some other place, uncomfortable with watching that kind of thing with someone.

Lars just laughed and raised the volume, just to make fun of the Swede's uneasiness.

"T'rn 't off!" the taller blonde complained.

"Fine, fine! I'll put on another movie!"

In the end they just watched Spongebob the Movie just because there wasnt anything else on the TV so early in the morning. Berwald didnt listen to the movie, but it wasnt his fault: he couldnt understand anything of what Spongebob said since he only spoke Swedish and English. The Swede yawned and shuddered.

"Are you tired?"

"Ja, 'n' Im cold."

Lars put his arm around the other one's shoulders once again, and pulled him close. Berwald was embarassed, but the warmth radiating from the Dutchman's body made him press himself against Lars shyly. The Swede closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyelids, the other male was only inches away from his face. Blushing, the Swedish man widened his turquoise eyes.

"Hey, don't be shy." Lars murmured to him.

Berwald wanted to say something, but the Dutch grabbed his wrists and pinned him down on the couch. He then crashed their lips together. The Swede gasped when he realised that Netherlands was kissing him. He parted his lips and allowed the other male to slide his tongue in his mouth. Lars released Berwald's wrists to run his hands over his torso while the taller blonde caressed the muscular back the Dutch possessed.

"D-d'nt do th's..." the Swede half moaned when he saw the Dutchman unbutton his jeans.

"Why not? Shht, just lay back and let me do the rest."

As weird as it appeared, Berwald stopped complaining and kissed him again as he was getting undressed.

This was going to be good.

(OMG NETHSU IS MY SECOND OTP!)