A/N: Happy New years! This is going to be one though year for me. Matriculation examinations so I have no idea how much I'll actually write... And after those is trying to get into some university...

But now the newest chapter! Daniel and the Netherlands! I really hope I got Netherlands in character I have never before written him. Well, I have never before written majority of other Hetalia characters since this is only my third APH fic...

I ended up giving Netherlands the name Tim Morgens. I did think about other names too that have appeared in fics I've read(Abel, Lars...) and the one I used in my fic Au Revoir(Willem) but decided on Tim. Morgens was picked up from somewhere...

Welcome to the Secret Garden

"Pink tulips, red tulips,
Orange tulips, yellow tulips.
White tulips, purple tulips,
Do you see the spring is here?"

Tim Morgens slowed his fast pace down a bit as he heard the song.

"Pink roses, red roses,
Orange roses, yellow roses.
White roses, purple roses,
Do you want to show you care?"

The source of the song was a young boy, maybe seven or so, walking in the midst of the people walking by the one of the many channels of Amsterdam. He had unruly blackish hair which was spiky and floppy at the same time and hazel brown eyes. The nation chuckled mentally. The boy's hair looked like that Dane's except it was wrong color and seemed to stay like that naturally.

"Pink and white mallows,
blue forget-me-nots,
violets, sunflowers and chrysanthemums.
Welcome to the Secret Garden."

The boy hopped on the stone ledge. He had a bunch of different colored tulips on his arms. People who had already slowed down to pay attention on him gathered around(including Tim) as he continued his 'song'.

"Pink tulip; I care for you, have a good luck." He told an elderly woman as he gave the flower in question to her.

"Red tulip; lots of love. Your loved one sure is one lucky guy to have you." A woman in mid-twenties with a young about the same age and an engagement ring in her finger blushed bright red and hid her smiling face on her soon-to-be husband's shoulder.

"Orange tulip; go on. Don't doubt your chances and skills." That one went to a business man in a suit and with a bicycle.

"Yellow tulip; you have a beautiful smile, brighten that day of your dearest." A little girl beamed up at the boy as she took the flower hugged then her mother's legs, smiling up at her too.

"White tulip; there's peace, I'm sure of it. If something ends it doesn't mean something new couldn't begin." The boy took the hand of a woman in a mourning dress and pressed the tulip into her hand, sincerity on his face. The woman was teary eyed already and downright bursted into tears as she accepted the flower. She hugged the boy.

"Dank u, dank je wel.(Thank you, thank you so much)" She whispered before straightening up and wiping her tears. She had a grateful smile on her face.

"Bent u welkom.(You are welcome)" The boy smiled before lifting up the last tulip he had: a purple one. He paused deep in thought.

"Purple tulip; empire's rise and fall, the cycle is repeated over and over again. Like the seasons of year. The spring always comes." He smiled and offered the flower to Tim who took it in slight puzzlement. After all, the boy had no way to know who or what he was: that personification of Netherlands.

The nation's musings were interrupted when the boy stood up on the ledge.

"There's all kinds of flowers
with all kinds of meanings.
From Rotterdam to Amsterdam I came to give them to you.
Welcome to the Secret Garden."

The audience clapped and gave the boy smiles before they slowly retreated to their destinations. The boy smiled back to them and when the traffic by the channel had returned to the normal among the pedestrians, he started walking away on the ledge, whistling the tune he had just sang. Tim looked at the tulip he had gotten from him. It had a little card attached to it.

Van Reepers' Secret Garden
Tulips and other flowers to all occasions

The address was beneath the text. Maybe he could go to see the place. It wasn't too far after all.

The flower shop wasn't indeed too far, right beside the channel that ran past/around The National Maritime Museum, Het Scheepvaartmuseum. The owners seemed to live above the shop thus had a straight view to the old and magnificent ship on dock in front of the museum in question. The shop itself wasn't too big. The front was colored dark green and the name of the shop was written on the gold cursive above the window. A light violet tulip was curled around the loopy text from the left. The door above three steps was a bit deeper in the wall than the window but was open.

A young woman in her late twenties was organizing willow baskets full of flowers in front of the shop. She had the same blackish hair than the boy from earlier which she had pulled on a loose bun on her neck. Over her clothes she had pulled a dark green apron that had that shop's name on the same golden cursive printed on the chest. Tim started walking towards the shop right when the woman straightened up. She spotted him almost immediately and gave him a dazzling smile. That was rare. Usually people and nations alike got intimidated by him. He was so tall and his looks… well, let's say that they weren't helping the situation at all.

"Goedemorgen, meneer(Good morning, mister). Coming to see flowers?" She asked politely.

"Yes, I see you are new to this place." Tim bowed his head in a slight greeting.

"Definitely." The woman laughed, wiping her hands on her apron. Tim could see where the boy had gotten his friendly and open attitude. "We opened this shop last week. My husband and I thought we could expand our business from Rotterdam."

"I see… Are you popular there then?"

"Three shops there at the moment. Our employees are taking a good care of them. But now I'm being rude. Would you like to buy something?"

"I intended only to look… since I already have this." Tim showed the tulip he had gotten earlier.

"Ah, you've met Daniel then. My son. He has been attracting customers with his little song. You are the first one to get a purple tulip though…"

On an evening a couple of days later Tim was by a channel once again. Although in a city like this they were near to impossible to avoid. He was leaning against a railing and smoking his pipe. Watching his city calmly. He was enjoying himself when the metal railing vibrated annoyingly against his lower back and thighs. He looked to his right, ready to shoot a death glare and hopefully scare witless whoever had disturbed his peace. Instead he was met by a curious gaze of a pair of hazel eyes. The personification of Netherlands blinked slowly. It was the same boy than with the tulips, Daniel van Reeper.

"You are the man whom I gave the purple tulip." Daniel announced when he had carefully climbed on the fence and sat down, right next to the man.

"Surely there's more of those…" Tim said, noting how the boy's blackish hair didn't seem to stay still in the slight evening breeze.

"Nope, you're the only one." The boy grinned.

"And why's that?" The man exhaled the smoke that rose up to the darkening sky.

"I dunno. They just didn't seem suitable. Moeder says I'm a good judge of people. I'm not quite sure what did she mean with that… I mean… I'm just seven years old."

"Well, sometimes kids see things on other people that adults don't see. That's because other people underestimate kids and don't take them seriously. But kids are honest. Adults are not."

"Yeah… I s'ppose so…" Daniel agreed slowly and they fell into a companionable silence.

A/N: This was short! I'm sorry! I thought this was longer. It looks longer on Word... oh well...

Please review! The next ones are Friedrich and Karin(+Julie and Mona) who shall meet the two Germans! See ya then!