To lykkeligven. Her/His headcanon: Netherlands/England. Sequel to: England and Denmark.
Ah, sorry it wasn't how you wanted, but this is the best I could do; didn't really have any ideas...
-RMS
Netherlands supposed that since they've been friends nearly since they've been countries (which is a very hard feat) he shouldn't be jealous. But, damn, it was just so hard not to be.
Denmark lead the Brit that caught Netherland's eye out of the Meeting room, the two talking animatedly to each other.
It was knowledge shared only between the two spikey haired blondes, knowledge of the rivalry between them, with the exception of one. Each had something to their advantage in winning England's heart. Demark had his past relationship and Netherlands had full time access to England via Canada.
(Netherlands asked Canada if he was okay with it, but all Canada said was, "I'd rather it be you than someone who acts like America and gets England drunk. Now pass the cig." Netherlands supposed it helped that he sent the Canadian 10,000 tulips each year and he was stoned... He didn't question his judgment though, so all was good.)
When Denmark left with England to the wide doors that lead outside, Netherlands finally stood up and leisurely made his way behind the two. It helps that he was a fast walked, it wasn't hard to catch up to either of them.
The two old-aged friends looked very comfortable with each other, making their way to fulfill their tradition of going to Subway every World Meeting lunch break. Why Subway, don't ask, but some of the other countries gossiped that even Denmark and England didn't know. They've been going to Subway since the sub shop first opened, so, they guess, it's become something of a habit.
Netherlands slowed his pace to hearing distance behind the two, pulling out his phone to 'answer' a 'text' he had received from Belgium. It was all for show as nothing such as that happened, a disguise to answer for his sudden slowed strides when Denmark glanced back to him.
The Dane snapped his full attention back to the English gentleman, a gentleman compared to both Dane and Dutchman, whom was ranting at the idiocy America brought forth in the first half of the Meeting. Afterwards sharing his hope that Austria or Switzerland would have a disagreement that ended in Switzerland shooting at Austria and Hungary yelling at the Swiss, drowning out the loud voice that America would surely display.
Both men smirk as England shared his fortune in hope that it would come true, having to agree with it as well. The party of three had rounded a corner and continued steadily toward the buildings' front doors in this time. During this time Netherlands never said one word, content to just silently follow behind the shorter country and listen to him go on about anything and everything that ranged from America, to Flying Mint Bunny, the Meeting they just attended, and the Meeting they will soon attend.
(Neither ever commented on the whole Flying Mint Bunny thing, both men finding it cute in an innocent way; innocence being something neither had.)
Right before England pushed through the doors, however, he turned back towards the Dutch man, finally acknowledging him. "Oh, Netherlands, it's almost July right? Do you need help with the shipments this year?"
Denmark gave him a nod. "Join us?"
All Netherlands could do was smile.