A/N: Well, Male!Netherlands POV. That's it.

I looked up at the Dutch meeting building. It was familiar, because I always snuck in there with Denmark to play tricks on the janitors. I pulled out my pipe, lit it, and walked inside.

When I walked into the meeting room, I was immediately greeted by Denmark. She pounced on me.

"Neddie! I missed you so much!" She whined and squeezed my waist. I coughed from how tight she hugged me.

"I missed you to Denmark." I said weakly and patted her long messy, choppily cut hair. I moved one and greeted a few more people, like Cyprus and Russia. I said hello to Finland as as Sweden.

I grinned at them and found what I was really there for.

I quickly sat down next to her and waited until she looked up from her work. I started to draw on my notebook before she looked up.

"Oh! I see we've met." I said and she started glaring.

I'd get this chick, even if it drove me insane. Or even if I had to break out the drugs.

"Klootzak." She hissed.

"Trut." I hissed right back. She rolled her eyes and went back to her work.

"It's hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you hasn't had her flower taken yet." I sighed, distracting her again. She looked back at me as I sat back in my chair.

"Spain." She barked at me. I winced at the name.

Wait. I thought. If we're the same person, was she abused the same way I was?

I pushed away those thoughts and looked at her.

"So, you chose not to have sex?" I asked her. She nodded.

"I'm sure you know why." She hissed and tried to get back to her work.

The room got back up to it's normal noise level, of nearly everyone screaming. Germany stood up on the pedestal thing and she screamed at everyone to shut up as usual.

I got used to the quiet murmurs in the room again, as Germany was talking. There were some nations that I didn't recognize though. Most of them were male, including one female that was hanging around Cyprus.

I sighed and glanced down at her. She was doodling. I was about to move my hand, but it looked like it was trembling.

Was I nervous?"

I finally punched myself mentally and let my hand rest on her knee. She jumped and looked up at me with a glare that said: If you dare do it, I'll stab you with this pen.

I smirked at her and waited for her to go back to her drawing before sliding my hand up, letting my fingers lightly dance in the inside of her thigh.

She sat up straiter in alarm, but she didn't pay any notice to me. I smirked wider and started tracing circles on the inside of her thigh.

Before I knew it, she grabbed the pen off the table, brought it down on my hand, and my hand was spewing blood.

"Netherlands, what happened?" Germany asked one of us. I couldn't tell who.

"He tried to grope me!"

"She stabbed me with a pen!"

We both shouted at the same time. We turned to each other and started growling, both of us.

I admit, her eyes were pretty scary.

"I think we should call this meeting to be adjourned, if people are stabbing people with pens." England said and we all stood. Well, most of us.

My counterpart, Spelletje, gathered her things and walked out, giving me a short glare before leaving.

ΞΞΞTIMESKIPΞΞΞ

"ACK!" I shouted as Denmark slowly pulled the pen out of my hand. "Denmark! Hurry up!" I shouted at her, not trying to be rude.

"Fine!" She shouted back and ripped it from my flesh.

I bit back the yell of pain and straitened up. I sighed heavily and watched her wrap up my hand.

"There." She said and slapped it after she tucked in the last bandage.

"God." I sighed. "I need to remember that you were the first one to slap my tattoo when I got it." She smiled wide at me, as if she was proud that she caused me pain.

"And I'll always be that one friend who's always a dick." She said and practically skipped off. I got up to and slung my bag over my shoulder.

I sighed heavily as I entered the train station. I bought food and ate it while I waited for the train. I ended up getting another.

The train ride was short, and I quickly stole a bike from a kid so I wouldn't have to walk home.

When I got there, I threw the bike onto the sand and tried unlocking my door.

But it was unlocked anyway.

I opened the door hesitantly and looked around my house.

She was there. She was sleeping on my couch, white hair thrown into a messy ponytail. I walked to her nervously and stood over her. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her pants were unbuttoned already.

A loud knock on the door made me jump. It also woke up Spelletje.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, somewhat afraid of me.

"That's what I was going to ask you!" I said, faining surprise. "This is my house!" She raised her eyebrows at me. The knock at the door was louder than before.

I walked to it to answer it.

America was standing there, with a blonde man behind her. They looked the same. Siblings?

"Oh, Netherlands." She sighed to me. "Sorry, but I need to talk to Ne- uh, Spel." She said, almost calling her by the country.

I rolled my eyes and let them both in.

"I'm Alfred F. Jones." The blonde one said.

"America!" Spelletje shouted excitedly and hopped over to pounce on the Alfred guy. She pulled him down to kiss him. I don't know why, but I got really mad for no reason. My fists clenched so I wouldn't hit Alfred in the face.

This guy has got to go.