A/N: You people! After this chapter I'm going to go work on History is Now.
Also, I'm going by the world cup sketch, so Male!Netherlands has amber eyes instead of green ones.
Anyway, let's go on with this very pervy chapter.
I was thrown into a room and I landed on the floor. I brushed myself off and stood up. Then I caught sight of him.
He was sitting down, turned around to look at me. Now he had bright orange amber eyes. I eyed the color contacts on the counter. He was also taking out the piercings in his ears.
"Hallo." He said, accent thick. "What's you're name?" He asked as he stood up. He started to slowly walk to me.
"Spelletje Vos." My accent as thick as his.
"Fox Game?" He asked and moved closer. "Your parents gave you an interesting name."
"Tell that to them." I scoffed.
"Do your parents know you're here?"
"They've passed away."
"So have mine." He said. I hadn't noticed how close he was getting.
"How old are you?" I asked, out of the blue.
"17. And you?"
"15."
I only then noticed that there was no distance between us. He had his right arm wrapped around my waist and his had on my butt. He other hand had it's fingers on my chin.
"What are you-!" I was cut off by him taking the back of my head in his hand and him slamming his lips on mine.
I yelped in surprise, only giving him an opportunity to move his tongue into my mouth.
I tried to protest, but I was distracted by the fact that his hand had moved to the base of my shirt. He pulled off my hoodie for me and smirked.
"Patriotic, are we?" He asked, nodding to my bra designed after the Dutch flag.
I blushed instead of answering and he started kissing me again. By now, I'd stopped fighting it. I accidentally moaned and I felt him smirk. His hands were at the top of my pants and he had quickly slipped them down, to reveal the childing underwear with smile clouds on them.
He didn't say a word as he pressed me against him. He was also shirtless, and it took me some serious self control not to completely fall into his arms.
I felt his hands creep to my back to unhook my bra. That's where I draw the line.
"Stop!" I shouted, ripping his hand off me. "What am I doing?" I asked myself, thinking out loud.
"Uh, getting laid." He said, actually panting. "What else would you be doing?"
"I don't want to though!" I shrieked at him, pulling on my pants.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm still a virgin dammit!" I shouted and threw on my hoodie and walked swiftly from him, leaving and slamming the door behind me.
ЖЖЖMALE!NETHERLANDS' POVЖЖЖ
Well, that's new.
I looked down at my ringing phone.
"What?" I asked angrily.
"Sorry." Cyprus whined, his voice seeming strained. "I didn't mean to anger you so."
"It's not you." I hissed at him. "I just got rejected."
"Ouch." He said. "Oh! Also, remember when I told you a bunch of gender reversed people came and I sent you pictures of all of them?" He didn't even wait for me to respond. "Did I tell you that your chick is hot?"
"Yes, you did about five times." I said, my voice hoarse and pained from the night. "Now get on with it."
"You sound horrible."
"I KNOW!" I shouted at him, my voice cracking in the middle.
"Calm down!"
"What were you going to tell me about my gender swap?" I asked, trying to be patient. These are the moments I inherited from my cousin, Germany. Scary girl, she is.
"Oh! I finally got a good picture of her." He said and hung up. I rolled my eyes and looked down at the phone, waiting for he text to come in. Sure enough, it did.
I scrolled passed the useless numbers and also a useless picture, until I realized that was her.
I looked at the woman in the picture. White hair, fair skin, the scar on her forehead. And the eyes.
I froze and my phone clattered to the floor. I twitched a few times.
Did I just try to screw myself from a different universe?
The phone started ringing again and I stooped down to pick it up. I answered the call.
"She's sexy, isn't she?" Cyprus asked.
I rolled my eyes and looked at my appearance. I looked pale and sick without all the makeup.
"Cyprus." I said slowly. "I'm coming to the meeting tomorrow."