A/N: Hello everyone.
I hope you're having a good day.
This is still Male!Netherlands' POV. You know what, I'm calling them by their human names from now on. Male!Netherlands is Johan, and Fem!Netherlands is Spelletje.
Let's get started.
Oh, and no Lotte, that's not happening.
I sighed heavily and watched the three of them all talking in the kitchen. Apparently, Male America and Spelletje were going out for a few months.
I sighed heavily and angrily until the Americas left.
She started cleaning up the kitchen quickly and efficiently. She completely forgot that I was there.
"What you get is what you see. It won't take much to get hooked on me. So shoot me right into your skin and I will be your heroin-" I smirked as I interrupted her.
"Really? Isn't the next verse 'I'll put my nails into your back. Yeah you'll feel me like a spinal tap. You want it from me on both knees but not until you beg me please.'?" I asked and she blushed.
Oh god, she was cute.
"Yeah." She said and pulled a small jar out of the fridge. "Want some?" She asked. Almond paste.
How the hell did she know that I loved the stuff?
"Sure." I sighed and she tossed it to me. I caught it like a football when I was playing goalie. "You seem so much more interesting than any of the other nations."
"Because I have the same background as you." She said around the food. "You know what's happened, so I seem more down to earth to you." She sat up on the counter. Her shirt was bright orange, to match her left eye.
"I hate to say this, but you're way to much like me. I think I might go insane."
"Haven't you already?"
"Touché." I said quickly.
We watched each other for a while. I sighed and glanced down at the jar-can-thing in my hand. I looked at it for a while before getting frustrated with the letters switching themselves around.
Germany said it was Dyslexia.
"Well, I'm going to sleep." She sighed. "Do you mind if I..." She trailed off and pointed to my room. "I mean, I've been sleeping there for th last week and a half."
"No. I don't mind at all." I said quickly. I blinked at her as she walked in there and closed the door.
I nearly stood up, to go in there and most likely handcuff her to the bed, but I couldn't.
My legs wouldn't cooperate with my brain, and I was stuck on the couch. When I finally got up, my heart had started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
"The hell?" I whispered to myself. "What's wrong with me?"
I few minutes later, I was in the kitchen, cleaning out my hand and bandaging it back up. When I was done, I made my way to the bedroom and loomed over her.
I swallowed hard and crouched over her, holding my breath.
Before I knew it, I was thrown into the bed, on my back and she was straddling my stomach. Her face was just inches from mine, and I felt a blade on my neck. I could even see her sizzling eyes through the dark.
"Well, I never thought that we would ever do it like this." I said, surprising myself at how calm I was.
She threw her hands up in frustration and let a cry of fury before storming from the room.
My eyes floated to the perfect butt as she exited.
It reminded me of Spain.
I shuddered at the thought and sat up in the bed. After about 10 minutes of thinking, I walked out and looked down at her on the couch.
My rapist tendencies had silenced themselves a while ago, and I simply picked her p, bridal style and laid her down in the bed again, covering her with the blanket.
I sank into the couch and sighed heavily.
"Tomorrow it'll be different." I whispered to myself and sank into the couch, not caring about the gel in my hair.
ϪϪϪSPELLETJE'S POV + TIMESKIPϪϪϪ
I woke up to the annoying sound of the alarm clock. I slammed my hand down and sat up. I walked to the bathroom, took a shower and got dressed.
When I walked out into the kitchen, I almost had a heart attack from Johan standing in the kitchen, making something.
"Holy crap, you scared me." I hissed at him. He looked around at me calmly and smiled. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked harshly.
"I'm pretty much insane, and I'm almost completely illiterate, but that's it." He sighed and went back to what he was doing.
I stared at the back of his head, confused. He sat down at the island in front of me.
I raised my eyebrows at him when he started eating.
"What?" He asked. "I can assume you can make food on you're own." He scoffed. I rolled my eyes at him and stood up to make my own meal. I climbed up on the counter to reach the flour before Johan just stood up and grabbed it for me. "How short are you?" He asked sarcastically.
"154 centimeters." I mumbled, a little ashamed of how short I was. "Why?"
"I'm more than a foot taller than you." He chuckled and I elbowed him in the stomach.
I went on to make my breakfast, elbowing him every time he tried to help. I sat back down with pancakes and looked up at him.
He was looking down at me.
"What?" I asked as angry as him.
"Tiny girl." He whispered and got up.
I threw a spoon at him and hit the back of his head. He looked around at me and frowned. He rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his head before walking out the door.
I sat back in my chair and jumped when my phone rang.
"Hallo?" I asked, accidentally speaking in Dutch.
"Netherlands!" America said happily. I could tell she was happy. Before I could respond, she spoke again. "He likes you!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Johan likes you." She sang. I rolled my eyes. "You should try to tease him."
"No."
"Why not?" She whined.
"Because last night I tried to kill him when he tried raping me." I said and went back to eating. "And he is really a lot stronger. I doubt I would be able to kick him enough."
"Please! One of his kinks is Lolita."
I blinked a few times at the phone, opening and closing my mouth like a fish. I twitched and shook my head.
"It'll be fun! I'll make sure he doesn't molest you. Alfred would probably kill him if he did it." She kept begging me, and I knew that it would get annoying after a while, so I just caved in.
"Fine!" I said and got up to push my breakfast into the trash. "I'll be over in 20 minutes, okay?"